A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

What surprised Ryukdo even more was that the two of them hadn't come for anything important, and the coins in their hands weren't anything special either.

They just asked someone to flip a coin for them.

There's nothing we can do; apart from this village, the whole area is desolate, filled with either angels or ruins.

We did consider the idea of ​​capturing angels, but it was a bit difficult to implement.

After all, angels are too arrogant.

"Alright, toss it." Dorothea said impatiently, arms crossed, looking at the coin in Ryukto's hand.

She tapped her arm rhythmically against the crook of her arm, glancing at the coin every now and then.

"Should I throw it?" Lyukdo, who was still lying on a wooden bed recovering from his injuries, gave a wry smile.

"What exactly do you intend to do to Lord Ryukdo?" The girl who had previously given Ryukdo first aid asked, trembling, as she hid behind the wooden bed.

When Dorothea and Bray returned, they were menacing, looking like they were about to kill someone.

“Speaking of which, Bird and Melissa would love to see you again,” Ryukdo said. “That’s more important than a coin.”

“…” Bray and Dorothea’s expressions froze instantly.

They had both sworn they wouldn't come back.

“Never mind, don’t tell them.” Bray raised his hand, signaling to Ryukdo not to call the two children over.

"why?"

“That’s good.” Bray squinted his right eye and said meaningfully.

“In that case, let her toss it.” Ryukto looked kindly at the young priestess who had hidden herself and handed her the coin.

"Eh!!! Eh!!!" The girl was so frightened that her fangs were showing, and her ears were trembling.

"No, no, no matter what I throw, I feel like the other side will eat me up." The girl, a member of the tiger clan, said something very embarrassing.

"We don't eat people," Dorothea said coldly, looking down at the young priestess.

"Lord Ryukdo, look!" The girl pointed at Dorothea, whose expression clearly showed she wanted to eat her.

"Alright, go ahead and throw it," Bray quickly urged.

It's just a coin toss, why is this girl making such a serious face as if it's a life-or-death battle?

"Okay, okay, I'll throw it." The young priestess closed her eyes tightly, as if she had given up struggling.

"I threw it in?"

"..."

"Am I really going to throw it away?!"

"..."

"Ugh, I tossed it!" The young priestess, who had received no response after several attempts, flicked the coin into the air with trembling hands.

Bray and Dorothea did nothing but turn around.

The two agreed that they couldn't even look at the coin, because if they saw the trajectory and knew the final result, they might not be able to resist cheating.

The coin made a pleasant sound as it spun in the air.

The front and the back alternate constantly.

It finally landed on the sand without making a sound.

"Have you landed yet?" Bray asked, his back to the girl.

"We've landed."

Bray and Dorothea turned around and looked down at the coin together.

Dorothea raised an eyebrow slightly; the coin was tails.

"I won, I'm going to the Middle Continent." Bray's dejected expression vanished, replaced by an angry grumble.

Perhaps he benefited from the good fortune of some infatuated woman?

"Then let's go to the Central Continent." Dorothea wasn't particularly upset about losing.

Since I proposed this decisive battle, and since I chose to fight head-on, then losing is losing.

There's nothing to complain about.

"You agreed so readily?" Bray was a little surprised; he had thought the other party would say something unpleasant.

"What else?" Dorothea glanced at Bray, then got into the magic carriage on her own.

"Hurry up and drive! To get to the Middle Kingdom, we need to cross the sea, so we have to find the coast first." She struck a comfortable position and urged Bray to drive.

Bray's lips twitched, and he bent down to pick up the gold coin.

"Thank you." Bray nodded to the young priestess.

"You're welcome," the girl replied, somewhat taken aback, after hearing Bray's thanks.

The two came and went in a hurry; they really were just there to find someone to flip a coin.

"Whoosh—" The magic chariot sped away, leaving the somewhat dazed girl standing there.

---

Just as Bray and Dorothea were driving their magic car in search of the seaside, the angels in the city ruins were in complete chaos.

"The Holy Sun has been destroyed!" (Angel's words)

"Who is it!? (Angel's language)"

"In that case, the Holy City can never be established." (Angel's words)

The angels were quite surprised that the device known as the Holy Sun had been split open.

"Don't make a sound." (Angel's words) Just as the angels were surrounding the Holy Sun, at a loss, a majestic voice descended from the sky.

Upon hearing this voice, all the angels instinctively bowed down and then knelt on the ground.

The visitor was a third-order angel, and a high-ranking one at that.

Even Remiel had to kneel before this angel.

A female angel with hair like flames gently landed on the ground.

“Lord Metatron, it was a human who cleaved the Holy Sun.” (Angel’s words) The angel beside Metatron hurriedly told Metatron the situation.

"Many of His brethren have been wounded, and many are still awaiting treatment. (Angel's words)"

“Yes, I understand.” Metatron casually waved her slender arm and said indifferently.

She already knew the situation clearly.

“This is just a warning from that human to us. (Angel’s words)” Metatron narrowed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She had sensed what was happening here before, but simply didn't show herself.

Metatron is one of the Bronze Angels who is closest to a demigod.

The demigods mentioned here refer to those of the Silver race.

The biggest difference between Him and the Silver Ones is probably that He has no "concept".

Unfortunately, this "concept" is also the biggest and insurmountable gap between mortals and demigods.

However, this still cannot conceal Metatron's strength.

“It’s alright, we can just remake the Holy Sun.” (Angelic words) Metatron said in a relaxed tone.

"Aren't you going to retaliate against those arrogant inferior beings?" (Angel's words)

“I said, this is his warning.” (Angelic language) Metatron’s red eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.

There is only one reason why Metatron did not show up when Bray made his move.

That was the aura that Bray unleashed without reservation at that time.

It is not magic, not internal energy, not any kind of energy.

Its sheer presence alone commands respect.

“Let those tigers underground go for now,” Metatron said, placing one hand on the fragment of the Holy Sun.

"Whoosh—" Flames ignited, then burned the fragments of the Holy Sun until they melted.

Soon, the Holy Sun was turned into a pile of iron blocks by Metatron.

“Take these and recast them.” (Angel’s words) After saying this, Metatron’s naked feet touched the ground, and he walked slowly toward the center of the still unfinished holy city.

He could have stopped that human, but it wasn't necessary. "It's the sea." Bray stood beside the magic vehicle, gazing at the boundless ocean.

"..." Dorothea sat quietly in the magic carriage, not looking at the sea like Bray.

"So have you figured out how to cross the sea?" Dorothea asked.

“No,” Bray answered with absolute honesty.

They have magic vehicles now, but no boats.

"Shipbuilding?" Bray tried to ask.

"You can build it?" Dorothea asked in return.

"No, but I think you will."

"I don't know either."

"Didn't you fix the magic vehicle?" Bray frowned. Dorothea fixed the magic vehicle, so she must be very good at this.

Therefore, Bray concluded that Dorothea could build ships.

If Dorothea were to discover how bizarre the logic in the other person's head was, she would probably be so angry she'd vomit blood.

“Boats are not like cars,” Dorothea said irritably.

She increasingly felt that her three female warriors were very capable.

That guy Bray always leaves Dorothea bewildered and exhausted.

Low emotional intelligence and bizarre logic—what kind of people are these? They've caused so much harm!

“Do you think it’s possible to push aside the seawater and walk to the Middle East?” Bray proposed a plan.

“It can displace the seawater,” Dorothea said in a surprising statement, indicating that Bray’s fantasy could be realized.

"My magic can push aside the seawater and reveal a path."

"!!?" Bray's dead fish eyes were filled with surprise and ecstasy.

What is this? It can even push back seawater! The magic is incredible! Maybe internal energy can do the same.

“But only in shallow waters,” Dorothea said, holding up a finger, shattering Bray’s illusions.

"..."

"How deep do you think the ocean is?" Dorothea couldn't help but roll her eyes in a rather inelegant way.

The depth of the ocean is unimaginable, and the amount of seawater that needs to be displaced is also incalculable.

Where the seabed is less than 100 meters deep, Dorothea can still think of a way.

However, crossing the ocean to the mainland is out of the question; there are many unfathomable depths in the middle of the ocean, and no matter how strong she is, she cannot be so willful.

"..." Dead fish eyes looked very disappointed.

"Hmm?" However, Dorothea ignored the dejected Bray and looked towards the sea from the car.

Her eyesight was much better than Bray's; she spotted the object on the sea immediately.

Some sea creatures leaped out of the seabed, seemingly having a great time.

Surrounding those sea creatures were many enormous sea beast-like monsters.

These monsters were all tamed by them, just like the hunting dogs raised by the Black Iron Clan.

“Breclas, look in that direction.” Dorothea pointed towards the spot where the sea creatures had appeared.

"?" However, when Bray looked in the direction Dorothea was pointing, he could only see some small dots.

“Those are sea creatures.”