A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“…” Bray frowned; the continuous fighting had made him a little dazed.

It's not that the enemy is so strong, but that there are too many enemies.

Even mechanically swinging his two swords was enough to exhaust him.

If this continues, I'll truly die from exhaustion.

“Hey, I’m telling you, what will happen if we die?” Bray gritted his teeth, struggling to swing his sword and defeat another enemy.

Bray doesn't belong to this fictional history, so what would happen if he died?

What would have happened if Carlogaris had died here?

As Bray succumbed to exhaustion, one question after another came to mind.

Did he regret it? No, but he was never sure if he had done the right thing.

That being said, "correct" is a relative term.

"Whoosh—" A spear came flying, which Lei blocked, but it wasn't precise enough to neutralize the force.

The broken spear pierced his thigh, pinning him to the ground.

"..." The excruciating pain sent a shiver down Bray's spine. He gritted his teeth, chopped off the excess part of the spear, and struggled to his feet.

With just the slightest oversight, Bray would have walked a fine line between life and death.

His body was already so fragile that it couldn't withstand several injuries.

No matter how formidable your skills are, you'll always make mistakes when faced with an overwhelming number and quality of enemies.

And that moment of mistake was the moment when Bray's life was in danger.

"Are you alright..." Carlogaris saw Bray being hit and instinctively tried to turn his head away.

“I’m not going to die yet,” Bray said in a deep voice, throwing himself back into the fight.

He finally understood why people of this era were so desperate and so yearning for hope.

Because we can't win, we really can't win.

Even at their peak, the Black Iron race couldn't win.

Even someone as strong as Carlogaris couldn't win.

For most people, at the end of despair, there is still only despair.

The word "struggle" is absolutely right.

"..." Carlogaris pondered for a moment. Bray's sword skills were so powerful, but his physical body was weaker than he had imagined. He was injured like this after being hit only once.

"You're asking what happens when we die, right?"

“If we die, Horp will perish with us.”

"Including everyone in the city."

This also includes Carlogaris's wife, Salom.

"That's why I've persevered until now." These are some nice words, but Carlogaris truly did it.

They've done all the nice things they've said, right up until now.

"Boom!!!! Boom!!!!" A series of loud explosions interrupted Carlogaris's words.

Spells from different Bronze Ages were thrown at the two before they had a chance to retaliate.

The effect was chaotic, with dust filling the air.

Even if a normal person isn't killed by the direct burst of energy, they will be affected by the curses and bindings mixed in with it.

However, the people here are not normal.

"..." Without a roar, the two black greatswords dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing Carlogaris's eyes below.

Then, what was revealed to the enemy was his severely wounded body.

Scorched marks from flames, frost clinging to the surface from the cold, eerie shadows...

Carlogaris deflected part of the spell and also absorbed part of it.

Thanks to Carlogaris's protection, Bray was unharmed; at most, his previous injuries had worsened.

“…” Bray looked at Carlogaris and couldn’t help but sigh.

“I have people waiting for me to go back, and you have people waiting for you to go back,” Carlogaris said to Bray in a hoarse voice.

"So none of us can die."

Even if it's not for the greater good, or for the whole world, at least for the people waiting for him to return, Carlogaris will fight with all his might to resist.

It would be truly ridiculous to unleash one's fury and exert all one's strength only after the person one longs for has met with misfortune.

If Kalogaris regrets his actions and fights to the death after Shalom is killed, what is the point?

Why not just go all out from the start?

"You've realized your limits, haven't you?" A voice identical to Carlogaris's rang out.

“Ah…I realize.” Carlogaris responded in a flat voice.

"So what you need is the power to save everything."

The one whispering these words was none other than Carlogaris's "instinct".

No one influenced Carlogaris's thinking, and that was exactly what he wanted.

The "Divine Source" always remained quietly there, stirring the mortals' instinctive desire for power. Carlogaris planted the two swords in his hands into the ground.

The blade pierced through the corpse on the ground and disappeared into the soil.

He loosened his grip on the sword, a gesture that led people to mistakenly believe he had given up the fight.

But that's not the case; Carlogaris will not give up the fight.

A flash of light streaked past him.

The "divine source" that only he could see in the past has now appeared in everyone's sight.

Bray's pupils suddenly widened as he said that he was very familiar with this thing.

However, this was truly the first time Bray had ever seen the "Divine Source" in reality; he had never imagined that the "Divine Source" would materialize.

From the moment this "divine source" appeared, Bray realized what Carlogaris wanted to do.

Bray remained silent, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly before relaxing his grip.

He has no right to make decisions for others.

"Yes, just watch quietly."

—"Please watch quietly as everything unfolds, you who are reading the diary."

"This is what should have happened."

"Even if you can't see all the details, at least watch this scene quietly."

A voice, seemingly from afar, resounded in Bray's mind, and a silver-white ring appeared on the ground, encircling him.

The text on the ring is densely packed, like a poem recounting a story.

Bray wanted to do something, but found that the ring had him completely confined.

“Who are you?” Bray frowned.

"The person who wrote this diary," a calm voice replied.

“…” Bray closed his right eye, placed the two swords on the ground, and sat up cross-legged.

Now, there's really nothing he can do.

Carlogaris was unaware of what had happened to Bray, who was fighting alongside him, and he didn't care at the moment.

He stared ahead, but in his eyes was not the figure of the enemy, but "divine source".

Carlogaris reached out his hand and grasped the power that awaited him before him.

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A large, jet-black sword swept across.

A large, jet-black sword slashed down.

Intersecting crosses swept across the entire battlefield, severing the sky and the earth.

Then, all of Carlogaris's enemies vanished from the world.

The flood unleashed by the sea creatures vanished abruptly, as if it had never existed.

Only the damp ground tells the story of what once happened.

Carogaris, carrying two greatswords, stood on the open ground.

Victory was won with just two sword strikes; only two sword strikes were needed to sweep away the despair that shrouded everyone's hearts.

This is not the power of mortals, but the power of the Aragami.

From this moment on, Carlogaris could no longer call himself a human.

Feeling the immense pressure on his body and soul, Carlogaris knew his future fate.

Indeed, this power was not given away for free.

However, Carlogaris had no regrets. At least the city behind him was still there, and at least his wife was still in the city.

The people of Horp erupted in thunderous cheers as they watched Carlogaris's figure.

Unfortunately, Bray and Dorothea did not cheer, and their expressions did not change much.

Bray lamented the great hero's pitiful fate, while Dorothea lamented that he had turned into a monster.

"We will win!" Kalogaris raised a sword and declared to the crowd behind him.

The declaration of victory gives people boundless courage.

“No, you will not win.” Salonica appeared out of thin air and placed her hand on Carlogaris’s head.

"BOOM!!! BOOM!!!!" The ground where Carlogaris was located was forcefully crushed.

He glared at the uninvited guest and swung his other sword in retaliation.

"Ding—" A crisp sound rang out, and a magical shield in front of Salonica shattered.

“Heh... Aragami.” Saronica used the momentum to stagger backward a distance, looking at Carlogaris with a meaningful gaze.

As expected, the sheer quantity of black iron jade presents the most troublesome potential problems.

Finally, a troublesome possibility has emerged.

It just so happens that someone was able to use the divine source without collapsing, that person happened to be a hero of the humans of the Central Continent, and that hero happened to stand before them.

“Medes, I think you can no longer sit on the throne,” Saronicus said, spreading his arms to the empty space around him.

"The other party is no longer a Black Iron race, but an Ara God, an existence equivalent to a demigod," the golden-haired angel said.

However, even though He knew that Carlogaris had now become a wild god, there was not much fear on His face, only a slight solemnity.

“The archangels of the three highest ranks are not qualified to command me,” Mordes said, stepping out of the distorted space and swinging a massive sword that matched his size.

Mordes was at least 4 meters tall, and his enormous sword was just as long.

Even when held normally, the sword will drag on the ground.

However, this deadly weapon was easily blocked by the two swords in Carlogaris's hands.

"Break." Carlogaris murmured, deflecting the swords to both sides.

"Crack—" The sword in the Demon Emperor's hand was cut off, the cut so smooth it reflected light.

“Is this your divine power? It’s still a bit lacking, newly ascended demigod.” Saronica said, throwing a spear formed from pure divine power at Kalogaris.

"Swoosh—" The spear pierced through the body of the Wild God, leaving a huge gash in Kalogaris's abdomen.

“I agree,” Mordes, wearing a black horned helmet, replied in a deep voice.

He also agreed with Salonica's words that this desolate god was not yet in a position where people were powerless to resist.

The use of the word "concept" is not very skillful.