A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

That organization doesn't interfere in anything else; it focuses on only one thing—serving as a supporter of the Dark Iron race.

No matter how strong an individual is, they cannot be a shield; therefore, what is needed is a collective effort.

"Just imagine, all the guys who are similar to you gathered together, isn't that incredibly exciting?"

"If one person can't hold a place, what about ten?"

"Ten guys who can rival higher species, if they put together and use the right strategy, would have no problem facing an ordinary bronze species army."

"Of course, that's assuming the enemy's 'general' doesn't show up," Nimiter said.

There's no way around it; if there are strong ones among the black iron type, then naturally there are even stronger ones among the bronze type.

After all, the average level is what it is.

Fortunately, the base quantity of black iron ore is large enough that quality can be compensated for by quantity.

Therefore, it is feasible to establish such an organization.

"When do you plan to build it?" Carlogaris couldn't help but ask after hearing Nimitz's idea.

“What are you saying? If you want to build it up, it can only be after everything is over.” Nimitz glanced at Carlogaris.

"There aren't enough resources to do this kind of thing right now," he said, shaking his head helplessly.

All resources have been used for survival; there's simply no room left for building organizations or anything like that.

Moreover, the most important talents are scattered all over the world, making it virtually impossible for them to gather together.

To establish it, we really have to wait until after the Bronze race has been defeated.

“If only I were still alive then.” Nimiter shrugged, thinking that he might not even live to see the end of it all.

“If I were still alive, I would like to join,” Carlogaris said earnestly.

"Of course, you're the first one I'll pull," Nimitz said arrogantly.

"I'm going to make good use of you. With your reputation, I can definitely attract a lot of people."

“Then make good use of me.” When Carlogaris heard Nimitz say this, he was not angry at all, but instead smiled.

“I’ve even thought of a name for the organization,” Nimitz said mysteriously, looking at Carlogaris.

"Our enemies are advanced species, who are like gods to us."

"That's why we call him the Great Enemy of God."

"Can't you come up with a normal name?" Carlogaris looked at Nimitze strangely; the name wasn't very good.

"Isn't this good? I think it's excellent."

“The great enemy of God, perhaps one day we will really have to face God,” Carlogaris murmured.

"No one can predict what will happen in the future."

“We should focus on the present; right now, the resistance is already giving me a huge headache,” Nimiter said irritably.

Gods? Those are beings of a much higher order. Right now, it's tough enough to resist the Bronze race. We can think about those things when we have more time.

"In any case, with a 'shield,' everyone can live and work in peace and contentment."

"In this way, people don't need to know what happened; they can just focus on development."

"And so many people wouldn't have to risk their lives." This last sentence wasn't spoken by Nimitra, but by Carlogaris.

He still cared a lot about the people who risked their lives to cover him during the battle.

This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

But no matter how many times, Carlogaris could not get used to it, nor would he allow himself to.

“Nimije, Carlogaris, look ahead.” One of the survivors pointed to a spot not far ahead.

Since they had left the jungle area and were in a more open area, it was easy for them to see the people ahead.

A black-haired human and a silver-haired elf? What a strange combination.

Most importantly, why were the two of them in such a dangerous place?

“Let’s go take a look,” Nimitz said, glancing at Carlogaris.

In this era, anyone of the Black Iron type can be considered a companion.

These two cannot be left unattended.

"Why are there elves here..." Carlogaris was more concerned about Dorothea.

Because crossing the sea is practically impossible, and the continental elves are already very rare.

So encountering an elf in this situation is really strange. "You say you came from the Western Continent across the sea?" Carlogaris and the others exchanged glances, unable to hide their surprise.

“Yes, they came from the Western Continent, they arrived today,” Bray explained casually, sitting on a rock.

However, while speaking, Bray would occasionally glance in the direction of Carlogaris.

He was extremely familiar with those two greatswords.

“By the way, we didn’t come by boat,” Bray said.

“It’s a seal,” Dorothea added.

"..."

“Although I still find it a little hard to believe, we welcome you on behalf of the Central Continent.” Nimitz shrugged.

“Regardless, you should come back to the city with us first,” Carlogaris said.

Regardless of whether the other party is lying or not, they are going to be taken to the city anyway.

After all, they couldn't leave the two of them outside, since the area outside the Central Continent was basically full of demons.

"A city?" Dorothea became interested; she had thought it would be another village.

"Yes, it's probably the last city in the Central Continent." He gave a wry smile.

The last city sounds impressive, but only those who live there know how terrible it is.

With only one city remaining, it means that the demons' attacks will all be concentrated there, and people's lives will be miserable.

“A city is fine, anything better than a village,” Dorothea said.

"Lead the way," she said, waiting for the other person to lead the way.

Nimitz was taken aback; this female elf was being a bit too bossy.

"Alright, don't lose them." After saying this, Carlogaris and Nimize exchanged a glance, telling each other not to worry too much.

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Unlike angels, demons always invade in a very direct way.

The best example is when demons flooded the northern continent.

Although there is a general war strategy, demons will not invade step by step like angels; instead, they will deal with the enemy first.

The angels will conquer territories while building cities to strengthen their power.

But demons will eliminate all enemies before slowly establishing their base.

As for the sea creatures, there's not much to say... They live only in the sea, and although they do have ambitions to rule the land, the presence of angels and demons forces them to give up.

It was precisely because of this method of invasion by the demons that humanity in the Central Continent was able to survive in just one city. However, apart from that city, it is estimated that no other humans are still alive in the Central Continent.

Although the western continent was in ruins, there were still survivors in various places, and many villages.

This is truly the only place left in the Central Plains.

The city's population is now less than 100,000. If the devil really wanted to, he could easily overwhelm it with sheer numbers.

Of course, the demons obviously disdained to do that; they were already so much stronger than the Dark Iron race, so there was no need for any human wave tactics.

The city's name is Horp, which, in other people's dialect, means "hope."

"Welcome back, Lord Carlogaris." After entering the city gate, the soldiers on both sides saluted him.

They watched as more than a hundred people went out, and now they see only a few returning.

The soldiers already knew what had happened, but they didn't say a word.

Since this wasn't the first time, those who went out with Carlogaris were already mentally prepared not to return. Perhaps one day, they too would need to go out and fight.

"Thank you for your hard work." Carlogaris nodded and led Bray and Dorothea into the city.

“Nymte, what should we do with them?” he asked Nimte.

“There are already houses available, so let them stay temporarily,” Nimiter said with a complicated expression.

These houses are empty because their original owners were killed by demons.

"Your city looks sparsely populated?" Bray thought for a long time before finally coming up with an adjective.

"It would only happen if there were fewer than 100,000 people."

“And that number is still declining,” Nimiter told Bray.

In this city called Horp, the most joyous time is probably when a newborn is born.

Although the population is somewhat insufficient, the city has a sense of slow development, and the people here seem to be living in peace and contentment.

There are all kinds of vendors, but they mainly sell practical items, and you can hardly see any luxury goods.

The existence of merchants proves that the currency was in circulation.

Besides these, there are many other details that show the city is still functioning normally.

This is mainly because the city did not suffer a major blow, and the system did not crash.

"Let me take you to the nearest house. You can stay wherever you like."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I have a place to take a proper shower and sleep, that's enough," Dorothea said.

“Your wish is already extravagant enough,” Nimiter said, pursing his lips.

"However, this city can still meet your needs."

"Nimijie, I'll leave them to you. I'm going back now," Carlogaris said to Nimitri, standing beside him, seemingly preparing to take his leave.

"Go on, go on, I know you have things to do." Nimize waved his hand impatiently, urging Carlogaris to leave.

"I'm so sorry." Carlogaris smiled and then jogged away, as if he were in a hurry to get somewhere.

“His name is Carlogaris, right?” Bray tried to ask.

"Hmm?" Nimiter glanced at Bray with a slightly wary look.

How do you know his name?

“Because he’s carrying two greatswords, and he’s from the Middle Continent,” Bray said honestly; he wasn’t lying.

Bray recognized Carlogaris because of his greatsword.

“Well, he really is Carlogaris.” Nimitz, who was leading the way, shrugged, confirming Bray’s guess.

---

"Click—" Nimitz arrived in front of a house and pushed open a wooden door.

The house wasn't big, but it was better than the wooden crates in the villages of the Western Continent.

"Don't worry about staying here, and don't worry about your things being stolen," Nimitz sighed.

"Is the security situation that good?"

"Because the lazy and good-for-nothing people here are basically all dead."

"..."

“I’m not kidding you,” Nimiter said seriously.

As for why he died, he didn't explain much to Bray.

"Do you want to stay in this city? Or you should look for work."

"But don't worry, this city is short of people, you can easily find a job."

"..." Dead fish eyes were still in a state of shock.

"Dorothea, did you hear me? Time to work." Bray turned his head, as if to speak to a certain empress.