A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Then, please come back this time, just like you always have,” Shalom said with a smile after a pause.

She had no extravagant hopes, only that Carlogaris could return to this home this time.

"Nimije, I'm entrusting this to you. Find someone to take good care of her," Carlogaris said solemnly, patting Nimije on the shoulder.

“Of course I will.” Nimitz gently slapped Carlogaris’s hand away and pursed his lips.

After giving the most important instructions, Carlogaris rushed to the city wall as quickly as possible.

However, when Carlogaris stood on the city wall, his expression froze.

"..." Carlogaris drew his twin swords without saying a word.

Approaching the city is no longer just a demon.

Angels, sea creatures, and demons formed a mighty army and attacked.

One thousand? Ten thousand? Or more?

So, how exactly can we defeat these enemies?

I can't think things through carefully, because once I start thinking, I'll realize I can't win.

Kalogaris could only draw and swing his sword. Sea creatures excelled at fighting in the water, so how could they fight on land?

The answer is simple: just flood the ground.

The rootless flood destroyed the gates of Horp.

The city walls, which had never been destroyed, groaned in pain.

Using the shallow water, the sea creatures moved easily across the land.

No one knows exactly what Salonica promised the sea creatures, but judging from the sea creatures' excitement in battle, it seems to be something good.

However, the sea creatures are only a small part of the enemies threatening the city.

The sky was covered by the wings of angels, making it impossible to see the sun.

The demons on the ground, wading through the shallow water, slowly advanced towards the city.

These bronze-type enemies weren't in a hurry to launch an attack; they simply pressed forward slowly and gradually towards the iron-type enemies.

"Drink..." Carlogaris brandished his twin swords, gazing around in bewilderment.

He was all alone, without any companions.

All that catches the eye is bronze, and nothing but bronze.

Even if Carlogaris kills some of them, more will still appear.

"Looks like you're a little bored?" Bray's voice came from behind Carlogaris.

With his right eye open, Bray killed the demons surrounding Carlogaris.

“It’s you…” Carlogaris was surprised by Bray’s appearance.

“Yes, it’s me,” Bray replied in a manner very much in line with his personality.

"Why did you come?" Carlogaris asked hastily, swinging his heavy greatsword.

"Because you need it."

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you, those birdmen—"

“An empress will handle this,” Bray said, brandishing his sword a few times.

"..."

“Now you should keep your eyes fixed on what’s in front of you,” Bray said, before repelling a sea creature that was being attacked by the current.

The water soaked Bray's trousers, making it a little difficult for him to move.

However, this won't affect Bray's fighting ability; it will just make him feel very uncomfortable.

“I know.” Even if Bray hadn’t told him, Carlogaris knew he needed to focus on what was directly ahead.

Using the momentum, the greatsword spun Kalogaris around halfway, cleaving a demon behind him in half at the waist.

That's right, he didn't have the time to pay attention to the angels above.

Moreover, it's not just angels who can fly; some demons can fly too.

The first thing Carlogaris needs to deal with is the guy standing on the ground.

“But it seems that of those who came out to fight, you are the only one still alive,” Bray said to Carlogaris.

“…” Carlogaris was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, “I knew this would happen a long time ago.”

"Is that so?" Bray said casually, noticing the fading confusion in the other person's eyes.

The two, each wielding their own twin swords, fought continuously among the bronze-level beings.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast they killed, it was only the tip of the iceberg compared to the number of enemies.

There were so many; this was the first time in Bray and Carlogaris's lives that they had ever seen so many.

"Why are you fighting?" Carlogaris asked Bray in a deep voice during the battle.

"Reason?" Bray brandished his sword, then paused for a second.

After slashing the guy who tried to ambush him with a backhand, he closed his right eye.

No matter how hard Bray tries, the actual history will not change.

However, he wanted to try to change.

"I already told you, I'll help you out."

"..." Carlogaris sighed upon hearing Bray's reply.

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“How can we possibly hold out like this…” Nimitz, who had always believed that the Iron race could defeat the Bronze race, slumped against the city wall in despair.

He gritted his teeth and fired a shot, killing a wounded demon in the distance.

"What's the use of this?" He killed a demon, but felt no joy; instead, he gave a bitter smile.

Nimitri's smile was grim; he felt as if he could barely hold onto the weapon in his hand.

Even Carlogaris couldn't possibly handle so many Bronze-type enemies.

The combined number of the three races probably exceeds ten thousand.

If a dozen or so demons were to break in, they could destroy Horp into a complete mess.

What if it's a full ten thousand? Will anyone still be alive then?

Nimitz couldn't believe that anyone could survive such a tragedy.

"Damn it!!! Bastard!! If only I were as strong as Carlogaris!" Nimize pounded the ground in frustration, powerless to do anything but rage in his impotent state.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" Filled with resentment and despair, Nimitz struggled to his feet, set up the heavy cannon, and roared as he fired wildly.

Although I feel despair, I still want to struggle, because I think this struggle might bring about a different outcome.

The others in Holp thought the same thing.

Those who still had the will to fight took up arms and faced an invincible enemy—only to be brutally murdered.

"Get out of the way, don't block the way." A cool yet pleasant voice rang out.

“…” Nimitz looked in the direction of the sound and found the female elf from before, namely Dorothea.

Dorothea looked at the fierce battle around her, but her heart was not greatly affected.

At most, she would lament that the quantity of bronze specimens was excessively high.

Such a quantity of bronze artifacts, even if they appeared in her time, would have been a catastrophe that would have destroyed the world.

"What do you want to do?" Nimit asked in a weak voice, his voice revealing that his will was on the verge of collapse.

If there is no hope of a glimmer of hope, Nimiter will not be able to persevere.

"What are you doing?" Dorothea tilted her head first.

"Of course, we'll shoot down anything that's in the way of us in the sky." She then tossed her long hair and said with an air of authority.

The white feathers were really an eyesore.

"We can't even see the sun today." Dorothea clapped her hands, and a giant silver cannon appeared behind her.

The giant cannon is very complex to construct, and even has its own unique base.

Because she saw Nimitar's weapon, she chose to use it.

Dorothea, leaning on the heavy cannon that was several heads taller than her, cast a cold glance at the angels in the sky.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" Dorothea's heavy cannon fired a shot, creating a thunderous roar.

Then the walls of Horp collapsed because they could not withstand the enormous recoil.

As she fell, Dorothea flipped onto the cannon and landed on it.

"Crash!" The sound of gravel hitting the ground lingered in her ears.

A few rays of light shone on her face.

The sky, which was originally covered by a continuous expanse of wings, was pierced by a single shot.

"The weather is nice today." Dorothea, standing atop the heavy artillery, smiled contentedly.

Although there were still so many birdmen that it was disgusting, she felt better.

Then, another shot was fired.

“Look up,” Bray suddenly said to Carlogaris.

Carlogaris paused, then looked up.

“The person I was talking about helped,” Bray said, looking at the empty sky above with Carlogaris.

He guessed that Dorothea would dislike these guys.

However, he did not expect that Dorothea would have firearms.

To be honest, Dorothea always said she was a weapon collector, but she never said that she only collected melee weapons.

A series of deafening roars pushed back the waves of wings in the sky.

However, this wave was only pushed back, not disappeared.

Even someone as powerful as Dorothea couldn't do anything against tens of thousands of angels.

The human wave tactic is something that usually only appears in wars between Iron races; she really never thought that Bronze races would use this method one day.

Dorothea found one thing strange: why would someone as proud as the Bronze Saints use this method to attack Holp?

"Really? That's great. Holp is safe for now." Carlogaris breathed a sigh of relief. If the angels hadn't swarmed in, the people in Holp would have been safe for the time being.

At least not until they are defeated.

"..." Weariness kept creeping over Carlogaris, and the repeated attacks left him physically and mentally exhausted.

However, even so, he still did not retreat.

“You can actually go back and rest.” Even though he was already very tired, Carlogaris said this to Bray.

“There’s no need,” Bray replied calmly, but unbeknownst to him, his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and his inner lining was already soaked with blood and sweat.

Regardless, Bray and Carlogaris were facing Bronze-level opponents, and no matter how strong they were, they couldn't possibly emerge unscathed.

To help alleviate some of the pressure on Carlogaris, Bray has also been fighting until now.

As tired as Carlogaris was, so was Bray.

However, it is far from over, or rather, we can't even see the end in sight.

However, for some reason, Carlogaris was more tenacious than ever in the face of this despairing military force.

It's probably because he hasn't "fought alongside" others in a long time.

Few people are capable of directly fighting against Bronze-ranked individuals.

He was never alone, yet he always felt incredibly lonely.

Bray didn't express as much gratitude as Carlogaris; he simply felt that the battle had no end in sight.