A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The light spear was faster than ever before, so fast that even Carlogaris couldn't react.

After taking the hit head-on, Calogalis found that Mordes' sword was already slashing down.

"..." Carlogaris was overwhelmed by the combined attack of the two and could hardly breathe.

The attack methods of Mordes and Salonica were not much different from before.

But Carlogaris did feel even greater pressure.

In the mental world of Salonica, the more devout the believer, the stronger the power of divine magic.

As an archangel, Salonica's loyalty to his god was beyond question.

Mordes' mental world is simpler; everyone except Mordes is constantly being corrupted by this world, and the omnipresent, scorching heat will continuously damage the enemy.

It makes no difference whether the other party is a mortal or a god.

If it weren't for the battlefield separating Salonica and Medes's mental world, He too would have suffered continuous harm.

"What's wrong, demigod who has mastered concepts? Is this your limit?" Mordes said coldly, pressing his sword heavily against Carlogaris's sword.

Countless tricks and details in their fight flashed by in an instant, and then it was over.

In the final moment, it is just like this.

"Clang—" Chains surged forth like a giant wave.

There are more than two people fighting.

Although Salonica did not directly participate in the contest of power, He never missed an opportunity to go to Hecarus.

Golden chains silently bound Carlogaris's hands and feet.

“No…” Carlogaris uttered only one word, which was his response to Mordes’ question.

The chains broke, and the sword snapped.

Carlogaris sent the two flying, his waist slightly bent, his sword held to the side in his hand.

In his world, everything can be severed.

"The water has stopped flowing," "The autumn water has stopped flowing."

A white line swept across, spanning an unknown distance.

Rocks, trees, and city walls were neatly cut apart; everything was severed by the two swords.

Apart from those hiding inside the city and the bronze-type beings who were some distance from the battlefield, nothing could escape unscathed.

Salonica lay sprawled on the ground, almost lifeless, her white feathers scattered all over the ground.

Even so, His feathers were not stained red with blood.

Mordes was cut in half at the waist, dragging his upper body while staring blankly at Carlogaris.

Those bronze-type creatures that had survived were completely wiped out by the power of a single sword strike.

Only the Demon Emperor and the Archangel were able to survive, but unfortunately, that was all they could do.

Ultimately, all beings beneath the divine are but ants.

Even if the Bronze-type is strong, it still cannot defeat an Aragami who has mastered the use of concepts.

It's such a pity that it was someone else who obtained the divine source instead of Carlogaris.

Therefore, he didn't grasp the concept that quickly either.

Salonica and Medes also had the opportunity to kill each other.

Unfortunately, there aren't many "what ifs" in this world.

Now, having obtained the divine source and transformed into the Wild God, is Kalogaris, a person who previously struggled under the oppression of the Bronze race by relying on his Iron race body.

The angels and demons on earth, as well as the sea creatures who fought for the benefits promised by the angels, all suffered heavy losses because of the newly born Aragami.

"Medes, what are you still standing there for?" Saronicus cast a divine spell on himself, bringing himself back from the brink of death, and then scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state.

"..." Modes stared at Salonica, this seemingly androgynous fellow, who was more principled than he had imagined.

There is no distinction between good and evil in the battles here.

It's all for the sake of the race itself; for each race, this battle is righteous on their side.

Medes could only move his upper body, so he chose to pick up his sword.

He threw the sword at Carlogaris.

"Clang—" Carlogaris turned around and knocked away the thrown sword, then swung his sword, ending Mordes' last chance of life.

"You are the last one," Carlogaris said softly.

"Our Black Iron race has won."

“Noisy, Black Iron race.” Saronicus laughed bitterly, a spear in his hand brimming with divine power.

"You only defeated the two of us. There are still many, many more of us in the Bronze race."

“We will win in the end.” Carlogaris swung his sword.

Space was severed, and Salonica, who was far away, was pulled to his side in the next second.

Then, he was killed.

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PS: I'm working overtime and don't have any drafts saved up. Today's update is the first one. The fall of Salonica and Mordes led the remaining Bronze Saints to choose to retreat.

However, some individuals risked their lives to rush to the vicinity in order to bring back the corpses of the archangel and the demon emperor.

When Calogalis saw them, he did nothing, letting them carry the bodies of Salonica and Medes back.

The battle was over, and he didn't want to wield his sword again.

Calogalis showed no joy at defeating a powerful enemy, nor any excitement at winning a war; his eyes were simply staring blankly ahead.

He is fine and there is nothing seriously wrong with him.

Carlogaris simply didn't want to think about anything or do anything.

He just wanted to stand quietly at that moment.

“…” Bray moved his hands and looked around.

The silver ring disappeared on its own after Carlogaris defeated the archangel and the demon emperor.

It was as if this was all to prevent Bray from interfering in the battle.

But to be honest, after watching the whole fight, Bray realized that he might not be able to beat one of them either.

Without any concept or ability to suppress concepts, it's simply unbelievable that they could fight the Aragami to such an extent based solely on raw power.

Admittedly, Carlogaris did not fully grasp the concept at first, but he was still capable of using it.

Bray sighed, picked up the sword he had put down earlier, and stood up.

He calmly sheathed his sword and patted his muddy trousers.

"What are you planning to do next?" Bray asked, watching Carlogaris's retreating figure.

"What are you doing?" Bray's voice brought Carlogaris back to his senses.

He turned to look at Bray.

He was surprised that Bray was still here after such a battle, and seemed to have been unaffected.

However, this is even more surprising than becoming an Aragami himself.

Therefore, Carlogaris didn't ask too many questions, but simply pondered Bray's problem.

“Counterattack,” Carlogaris uttered.

“I’ve decided to fight them to the bitter end.” He stared into Bray’s lifeless right eye.

Carlogaris didn't understand why Bray's eyes were always so indifferent.

Even in the face of such a catastrophe, he remained unmoved, and even when Bray himself was almost killed not long ago, he remained calm.

"Really?" Bray wasn't particularly surprised by Carlogaris's reply.

I simply feel that these things are too "taken for granted".

For everyone in this era, the Bronze race, who invaded and slaughtered the Iron race, were the greatest enemy, and their very existence was the greatest evil.

Even wiping out their entire race wouldn't be enough to repay them.

Too many people have lost because of them, and too many things have been destroyed by them.

It is unforgivable, at least for those who have experienced these disasters.

There are great saints in this world who repay evil with good, but not everyone is such a saint.

"..." Bray originally wanted to say something to Carlogaris, just like he had said to the fisherman.

But after a long time, his words remained stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

In the end, Bray chose to remain silent.

Because he felt that even if he spoke, it would be pointless.

Bray had already noticed Carlogaris's gaze, and he probably already knew what had happened to him.

Even if he can't be sure about his future right now, he probably has some idea of ​​what it might be.

Bray and Carlogaris stood there together for a very long time without moving.

There was no further conversation; they simply gazed silently at the land strewn with corpses.

Is that the end? Of course not. Salonica was absolutely right. Kalogarith only won this one time.

There are many bronze-type characters, just like there are characters like Carlogaris among the iron-type characters.

Who can definitively say that such a character cannot be born from the Bronze Age?

At this point, we can only say that the Black Iron race has raised the banner of resistance, but it will be a long time before they can completely reclaim Kapras.

Perhaps a few years later, or perhaps ten years later.

Even with Carlogaris, a complete counterattack would still take a long time.

Just like before, the Bronze type spent so much time but still couldn't defeat the Iron type, which was far weaker than itself.

So, to what extent would a Bronze-ranked creature be willing to return to its own territory?

Angels returned to Heaven, demons to the abyss, and sea creatures to the deep sea.

This might be a retreat they choose only after their entire fighting force has been wiped out and they have lost all their bases.

"Carlogaris!!!"

"We won!!!" Nimitzie led the group out.

Everyone cheered once again.

“Yes, we won.” Seeing his friend safe and sound, Carlogaris smiled.

“We will continue to win.” Nimitz patted Carlogaris on the back.

“Of course, this victory is the signal for our counterattack,” said Carlogaris.

Carlogaris's confidence also filled Nimiter with confidence for the future.

"Shalom...are you alright?" Carlogarist paused, then asked somewhat anxiously.

“Of course it’s alright,” Nimiter replied readily.

This answer immediately put Carlogaris at ease, who had been feeling uneasy.

It seems that my choice was right; both Horp and Salom were protected.

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Dorothea leaned against her heavy cannon, her deep blue eyes casually surveying the crowd outside the city.

The war was won, and everyone was excited.

In this city, probably no one would be ungrateful to Carlogaris.

However, Dorothea could never experience this joy.