A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Of course, it's not that I haven't heard it before; I was even deafened by it once.

Bray is just—less heard of.

"Hiss hiss hiss—" The lower half of the Aragami split off into many snake heads, which kept spitting out letters at Brei, threatening him.

Bray's lifeless right eye glanced at the arrogant monster below.

When it was first perceived, this deity should not have completely collapsed.

However, it now appears to be completely broken.

However, the time between almost breaking down and completely breaking down was far too short.

Just like the sudden appearance of this absurd god, it puzzled Bray.

"This thing didn't appear naturally, did it?" Bray thought silently as he closed his right eye.

As for the mastermind that Bray could think of, there was only one.

"Just as annoying as that clown," Bray muttered, gripping his broadsword tighter.

He paused for a moment when he reached the highest point.

After that, he will fall straight down.

"Hey, you chuunibyou brat," Bray seemed to be talking to himself.

"Don't talk to me, you can't hold me back."

"I already said, it wasn't intentional."

"No wonder the boss called him a useless Master."

"Forget it." Bray was too lazy to explain to this immature kid.

"Use this move when you're fighting big monsters." Bray decided to give the kid a proper lesson.

"Even if you teach me, I still won't know how."

"Anyway, just watch."

"Onis Sword Technique" "Beast Transformation Slash"

To defeat the enormous monster within me, I need monstrous power.

Using special breathing and exertion techniques, and employing every method available to humans, one can instantly gain the brute strength of a wild beast.

Then, using that strength, he unleashed a fatal sword strike.

The action of "swinging a sword" has been repeated countless times, but only those who understand swords can comprehend the profound meaning contained within this action.

Thrust, cleave, cloud, flick, hook, twist, wipe, sweep... the so-called sword wielding contains countless moves.

This sword strike, delivered with the most reasonable force and in the most reasonable manner, was a fatal blow to the monster.

If we were to say what this sword movement most resembles, it would probably be a "sweep".

"Swoosh!!!!!" The sword swept down from above, cleaving the monster in two.

One sword kills.

"..." In Nalan's constricted pupils, what was reflected was the gradually weathering body of the Desolate God.

It's like a piece of paper being burned to ashes; yes, exactly like this.

After landing, Bray smoothly sheathed his broadsword in the scabbard on his back.

Well, this isn't about showing off; Bray just wants to save some energy when sheathing his sword later.

"Hey, are you already too insignificant Aragami to even look at?" a certain literary girl said to Bray.

"Don't talk like I can torture and kill Aragami," Bray said irritably.

"But, in terms of the outcome, that's certainly true, you useless Master," the girl continued.

“It’s just that the Aragami didn’t develop normally.” Bray took a deep look at the dissipating Aragami.

This deity was originally supposed to be just a female elf.

"Are you alright?" Bray only then remembered Nalan and turned to ask.

Regardless, the other side is also trying its best to stop the Aragami.

“Why…” Nalan, pale-faced, looked at Bray with desperate eyes.

“Hmm?” Bray frowned.

"Why were you able to defeat Him so easily?" Nalan gripped the ground with his fingers, scratching his skin until he was numb.

“…” Bray merely glanced at him.

"Why did so many of us die, when all that was done was by scraping Him with a knife?"

"And you, why were you able to kill me so easily?"

“Shouldn’t we be the saviors? Why are we so powerless!” Nalan’s eyes trembled, and his will wavered.

The idea that Marek had been instilling in him—that he was the savior—was crumbling.

Although this is a misconception.

"Why!?" Nalan had no intention of doing anything evil, nor did he intend to compete for credit.

However, the enemy that he had failed to defeat despite his best efforts and the deaths of his comrades was easily executed by a stranger.

This disparity made him feel that the whole world was somewhat unreal.

Instead of gratitude for being saved, I felt...confusion and resentment.

“Although most of the developments were as I expected.” Marek walked out from the corner and bent down to pick up several black rings that had lost their owners from the ground.

The deaths of Manjiao and Longduo have left these two rings ownerless.

“However, it seems there’s still a part that’s a little different from my script.” Marek smiled and put the ring into his pocket.

“Marek!!!” Nalan glared angrily at Marek, feeling once again deceived by him.

“Please don’t be angry, Mr. Nalan.” Marek extended his index finger and casually waved it.

“You’re tired. You and Miss Night Frost should both rest.” Marek gently patted Nalan’s shoulder.

In that instant, Nalan felt as if his consciousness had been knocked away, and he felt a sense of disorientation.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally closed in resignation.

"Thump." Nalan, who was questioning Marek just a second ago, suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"You killed him?" Bray looked at Marek with a hostile glint in his right eye.

“Of course not. I would never kill the person I trained myself, would I?” Marek quickly waved his hand.

"So, indirectly killed him?" Bray had, of course, noticed the lone black ring on the ground earlier.

When the ring fell to the ground, Bray could more or less guess what would happen to its owner.

“That’s not right either. I never intended to kill the shaman I trained.” Marek once again refuted Bray’s words.

Marek put a lot of effort into training a few "disciples," and of course he wouldn't think of getting rid of them.

If that's the case, what was the point of all that effort he put in before? It's incomprehensible.

Marek simply wanted these ringholders to personally defeat an Arameanor, and then let the ring devour His concept, growing further.

If it were to absorb a concept left behind by an Aragami, the ring could grow to the point where it could divide the fate of the true ring.

That was his plan, but things didn't go as he expected.

“Speaking of which, Bessie isn’t here,” Marek murmured. Longdo and Manjiao were dead, and Nightfrost was dying, but still alive for now.

Nalan is probably the only one who is safe and sound.

“It is indeed a bit strange.” Marek’s original plan was for the five of them to fight the Aragami together.

With five people, they could win by a narrow margin.

However, the absence of any one of them will ultimately lead to defeat.

This is inevitable, after all, it is a wild god, and to defeat it, one must have all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support.

Without Bessie, it's no surprise that the battle situation was dire.

“So, what should we do next?” Marek stretched his gloved hands and smiled at Bray.

Marek's smile sent chills down Bray's spine.

Every time Bray saw Marek smile, he had a bad feeling.

"What exactly are you planning?" Bray couldn't help but ask.

"An abacus, huh? What kind of abacus is it?" Marek said with a half-smile.

These are clearly meant to pique people's interest, which is really annoying.

"Anyway, I'm taking Nalan and Yeshuang with me," Marek said, clapping his hands.

A tremor ran through the surroundings, and countless dark humanoid figures emerged from the ground, grabbing Night Frost and dragging her from the boulder into the bottomless darkness.

As for Nalan, Marek picked him up himself.

Marek grabbed Nalan by the collar as if he were a toy and lifted him up by force.

“The script needs to be rewritten, and I need to find that missing actor.” Marek shrugged.

The actor he was referring to who was missing was Betsy.

Bessie disappeared without a word, which put Marek in a very difficult position.

Now, the script has to be rewritten, otherwise it won't fit together.

It's such a pity that he managed to create an Ara-gami.

The selection of a target by a divine source is random; of course, there are ways to induce a divine source.

That is, using the same concept to induce the divine source, which is a fragment of concept, to locate a certain person.

Fortunately, Marek was able to do it.

However, such operations cannot be done casually, as concept missiles are quite precious, and identical concept missiles are extremely rare.

Of course, the source of the concept sheet is a secret.

"Clang!" A sword slashed at Marek without hesitation, but Marek blocked it with his gun.

Bray rarely draws his sword without hesitation, even against his adversaries; he will avoid killing if possible.

However, when faced with Marek, he decided to draw his sword.

Marek is a little different from Jonathan, but the nature of his actions is just as heinous.

Manipulating everything, all for a chaotic and disorderly ending.

"Oh? Mr. Bray looks rather menacing," Marek joked, seemingly without any pressure.

Bray held nothing back, but Marek blocked Bray's sword with remarkable ease.

“Actually, I don’t know why Jonathan finds you interesting, but since you’re in the thick of it, just play the part.” Marek deflected Bray’s sword and then jumped back a short distance with Nalan.

"This time, the stage is Biannan!"

"Congratulations in advance! I'll grow up to be their ring."

“Then—” Marek didn’t finish his sentence, but gave Bray a meaningful smile before leaving.

Bray had no way to give chase, because at the same moment, countless people inexplicably appeared around him.

All of these people were dressed in long robes with uniform gray patterns.

The crowd included people of all ages and appearances, and there was no sense of uniformity among them.

They were all wearing the same clothes, but there was no sense of unity between them; it was like seeing a group of people on the street.

"Protect the savior!"

"Stop him."

We can't let him take even a single step!

Different voices gradually emerged from the crowd, but all of them expressed Bray's hostility.