A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Such wild gods would be defeated if they faced them.

"Thump!!" Modess slammed the sword that Carlogaris had broken into pieces at his opponent.

The powerful blow generated a strong shockwave that lifted up the ruins of the nearby Horp city walls.

Carlogaris, who was at the center of the attack, was hit so hard that his legs bent slightly.

The cheers in the city ceased, and everyone fell silent.

Carlogaris could clearly feel the fear emanating from the people behind him.

Near failure, then hope, then hope shattered once again.

No one can accept this, so people need new hope.

"Are you their strongest beings?" Kalogaris said very slowly.

"I dare not accept such praise," Salonica said modestly.

“Exactly,” Modes readily admitted.

However, it is true that the two of them are indeed the pinnacle of the Bronze race.

Both of them are no longer "close" to demigods, but are powerful beings capable of fighting against demigods.

Without the concept of "concept", one might suffer a crushing defeat when facing their demigods.

"That's good. Now it can be over, right?" Carlogaris muttered to himself, tilting his head back. A somber atmosphere descended upon Horp, as if everything trembled because of the ongoing battle.

It's understandable, after all, this is a battle that ordinary people cannot get involved in.

Bray, encircled by a strange silver ring, could do nothing, but was also unaffected by the area outside the ring.

He was the one who directly witnessed this battle.

When his legs went numb from sitting cross-legged, Bray changed his posture, but his gaze never left the battle.

To be honest, whether it was Carlogaris, or the Demon Emperor and the Archangel, their movements sometimes exceeded the range that Bray could capture.

But Bray, without using his inner eye, continued to watch, simply wanting to know how this battle would end.

"Boom!" With a thought, Mordes caused countless black iron spikes to rise from the ground.

Cold Iron attempted to pierce Carlogaris in the center into a sieve.

But the iron spikes were cleaved in two by Carlogaris's sword in the next instant.

"Whoosh—" Kalogaris's Aragami body was not only strong and resilient, but its recovery was also exceptionally powerful.

Despite this, he was unable to withstand the combined attack of Mordes and Salonica, and his recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of his injury.

However, Carlogaris is currently in a very strange state.

There was nothing else in his perception except for Salonica and Modes.

Concentrate, and then concentrate again.

"Clang!" Sparks flew as Carlogaris's sword clashed with Mordes's broken sword.

Then—Method's sword was utterly shattered.

"Sever," Kalogaris can sever everything.

At first, Carlogaris could only cut through tangible things, but now he can cleave through abstract things.

For example, magic.

"!?!" When Mordes tried to strike Carlogaris with his bare fist, he found that he had no magic left in his body.

It was as if it had been forcibly chopped into pieces.

“He’s growing,” Mordes said, watching Carlogaris swing his sword.

"Just for victory," Carlogaris said coldly, quickly retracting his attack before striking again.

"Sizzle—" Mordes's jet-black armor shattered.

Not only that, with a single sword strike from Kalogaris, half of Mordes' side was sliced ​​off.

His grasp of his concepts was constantly improving, and Carlogaris was increasingly aware of just how powerful an existence was after mastering the rules of this world.

If the one standing in front of the Iron race is not a Bronze race, but someone who has mastered the rules of the world, would they still have a chance of winning?

No, they don't even have the right to struggle.

“I already see that, so there’s no need for you to say it.” Salonica snapped her fingers, and Mordes, who had almost been split in two, was instantly restored.

After Mordes was healed, a huge magic circle appeared in the sky above Salonica.

That magic circle was probably half the size of Horp, and a holy light emanated from its golden ring.

However, the magic circle did not expand further; on the contrary, it continued to gather.

And at the center of the magic circle was none other than Carlogaris.

“Divine Punishment,” Salonica said, as the magic circle coalesced into a single point.

A beam of light swept from that point toward Carlogaris.

Meanwhile, Mordes, now fully healed, gripped his sword hilt and walked step by step toward Carlogaris.

A brand new demonic sword spontaneously materialized on the hilt.

Even if Kalogaris shatters one of His swords, He can simply create another.

Carlogaris shook his head, wiping the blood off his hair.

Facing the angel and the demon, Carlogaris took a deep breath.

Yellow sand covered the devastated land, with some nearly weathered buildings standing on the sand.

What was originally morning has been replaced by dusk.

Calogalis stood before the setting sun, holding the sword that had been his constant companion in battle.

The cawing of crows lingered in my ears, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

This is a devastated battlefield left behind after a series of brutal wars.

There's nothing uplifting about this place, because it's just the remnants of the war.

"Come again, battlefield at dusk."

The unfolding of the mental world caused Salonica and Medes to pause in their movements.

After this brief pause, two beams of sword light burst forth in the world, overshadowing the afterglow of the setting sun.

The magic circle in the sky shattered, and the resurrected demonic sword collapsed once again.

Then, what fell to the ground were no longer Carlogaris, but angels and demons.

“Things have unfolded in unexpected ways,” Saronica murmured, glancing at his severed wing.

He tried to use divine magic to heal, but found it ineffective.

His own "wings" have been cut off, cut off forever.

It means that the "wings" were cut off in every sense, rather than simply referring to the cutting off of one part.

In other words, if His arm were also severed, there would be no possibility of it returning.

The newly ascended Ara-god is growing at an extraordinary rate.

Is this the result of a Black Iron type expert obtaining divine source beyond this level?

It's absurd, yet also enviable.

"..." Modes used his broken sword to support himself, otherwise he would have knelt down on one knee.

However, His armor was completely shattered, revealing His ferocious and powerful body.

“Drink—” Modes took a sip of the sulfurous breath, his face, which was both beastly and human, filled with solemnity.

A huge sword wound ran from his neck down to his abdomen, thick blood flowing continuously.

“A god capable of using the mental image world,” Mordes said quietly, as if the wound was not a problem.

“I guess you understand what I’m thinking.” He looked at Salonica, who had lost his wings.

“Of course I understand.” Although his vital wings had been severed, Salonica knew that there were things more important than anger at that moment.

More important than his own arrogance was killing this Aragami.

Both the Demon Emperor and the Archangel realized that Calogalis had become a disaster for the Bronze Age.

If we leave Him alone, the result won't be the Bronze Age reclaiming the world; it will be that He will be driven back to His original place by Kalogaris.

This ending was unacceptable to both the Demon Emperor and the Archangel.

After so many years, the long-cherished wish of obtaining the Bronze type can finally be realized. How could it be abandoned halfway because of this?

Medes and Salonica, standing on either side of Calogalis, exchanged a glance.

In that instant, at that moment, cracks appeared on the battlefield at dusk.

On either side of this battlefield, two different landscapes emerged.

That was not the mental world of Carlogaris, but rather the world of Mordes and Salonica.

The mental world is not a privilege reserved for the Black Iron race.

Whether it's the Black Iron type or the Bronze type, all beings below the level of gods are qualified to obtain a mental image.

This is probably the only area where they are superior to the gods.

On one side of the battlefield at dusk lies a sacred world.

The first thing you see is a white wall and statues arranged in a prayer pose.

Lush green vines clung to these walls, adding a touch of life.

A faint golden light shines on every corner of this world.

On the other side, however, lies a completely different world.

Sulfur, magma, and the central throne stand out prominently.

This world is filled with a restless atmosphere, and danger lurks everywhere.

Two projected mental worlds sandwiched Carlogaris's battlefield, seemingly intent on crushing it.

The sword in the Demon Emperor's hand and the pendant around the archangel's neck are the carriers of the two mental worlds.

However, the mental worlds of the two could barely suppress the mental world of Carlogaris alone.

The image of Kalogaris was created by two great swords, and was larger and more solid than their images.

Only at this time is the strength of the mental world not linked to the level of race.

"Our target has changed, humanity," the archangel said in a deep voice, clutching his pendant.

"You must die here."

"If I defeat you, then the Black Iron Seed is essentially defeated."

The stronger a person is, the more they serve as a pillar of support for others, the greater the negative impact they will have when they fall.

Salonica understood this principle deeply; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to expend so much military force to attack a human city.

He initially believed that once Horp was destroyed, both orcs and elves would lose their will to resist.

But now He felt that rather than Horp being the pillar of everyone, it was the person in front of Him who was the real pillar.

“We will win this battle,” Kalogaris simply replied.

His answer remained unchanged, just as he had declared to everyone earlier.

He had no chance to back down, no chance to fail.

But the bronze variety still exists.

Calogalis must defeat the two strongest angels and demons here.

Only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope in this desperate racial war.

However, this battle will not be easy.

"Buzz—" A sacred chanting sound rang out, and then a spear of light pierced towards Carlogaris.