A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

This appearance makes it impossible to reconcile her with the Virginia we know and love.

"calm."

Bray's hand on Virginia's shoulder could clearly feel her fear.

"Bray...Bray...So scary!!! Ahhh!!" Virginia looked at Bray through teary eyes, barely managing to stop screaming, but her words became incoherent.

"Even a piece of trash like you got teleported here?" Blanche glanced at Bray.

"Teleportation?" Bray frowned.

“Yes, the patterns on those stone bricks are all teleportation arrays,” Blanche said in a deep voice.

The entire ruins, every brick with its exquisite patterns, is a miniature teleportation array, and the destination is this arena.

God knows what was wrong with the builders of these ruins.

If the goal is to set up a trap to deceive people, this is clearly a waste and unnecessary effort.

There are countless methods that are far more ruthless and destructive than this.

The purpose of going to such great lengths to precisely teleport everyone in the ruins to this godforsaken place is unclear.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

“Hoo…” Bray took a deep breath and drew the sword from his back.

"What do you want to do?" Blanche looked at Bray with suspicion.

“What else can I do but go up?” Bray stood up from his crouching position and glanced at Blanche.

"Do you think I unleashed my primordial power and single-handedly took on those monsters?"

“You’ll die!!!” Blanche said very seriously.

“Even if you don’t struggle, you’ll still die.” Bray seemed to remember something and touched his blindfold.

Bray's words plunged Blanche into silence.

In the end, however, Blanche still didn't have the courage to make the same choice as Bray.

Blanche remained seated on the ground, blocking Virginia's path.

But Bray didn't blame Blanche; of the two thousand adventurers, only a few hundred had the courage to stand up and fight.

Everyone knows that without struggling, the result is still death.

Unfortunately, knowing something doesn't mean having the same level of awareness.

Well, Bray didn't think he went up to fight because he was highly motivated.

Perhaps... she didn't want to die such a pathetic death?

“Keep a close eye on Virginia.” Bray patted Blanche’s head.

Blanche paused for a moment, then nodded.

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Bray was no hero who could take on a thousand men single-handedly, and his arrival did not change the adventurers' disadvantage in the slightest.

Countless attack spells landed on the black-armored knight, causing only minor damage.

"Shoot-"

A sword broke in two, and its owner met the same fate.

The blood everywhere did not make anyone present tense up.

They've become numb to it; this scene has played out time and time again ever since these adventurers rallied to fight these black-armored knights.

This amount of blood is insignificant compared to the blood-soaked ground.

"Hahhhhhh!!!" A seemingly strong warrior used all his strength to slash at the black-armored knight whose armor was beginning to break.

"Peng!!!!!"

"If you're going to cut someone down, cut off their head!" With this belief in his head, the warrior blew the black-armored knight's head off with a single sword strike.

The black helmet flew into the air, revealing the face that was covered.

The next moment, the scene became completely silent.

It is undoubtedly a human face—

However, the skin that almost clung to their heads, the two eye sockets without eyeballs, and the mouth sealed with thin thread seemed to indicate that these black-armored knights were not human.

"Don't just stand there!!!" Nisha roared.

In the brief moment when everyone was stunned, a black-armored knight killed two adventurers and broke through the front line.

"Oh no!!!! The people in the back row can't withstand even half a blow!!!"

An adventurer on the front lines shouted.

Even if he didn't say it, everyone would know this fact.

The problem is, no one can stop this black-armored knight!

“ding—”

Sparks flew, and then the wreckage was sent flying, crashing into a pillar.

But Bray did not die.

Bray's hands went numb, and he glanced at the "last note" in his hands.

As expected, it wasn't some kind of divine artifact; not even a white mark was left on the armor.

But Mira was absolutely right; the material was indeed quite hard, befitting the sword Barossa used to cut strange things.

Bray was the first to react after the black-armored knights broke through the front line.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Bray wasn't stunned at all from the beginning.

Bray also found it strange. Adventurers should have seen all sorts of strange things, so why was he stunned when he saw this face that was neither human nor ghost?

Realizing what was happening, Bray rushed in front of the black-armored knight, attempting to block his path.

Unfortunately, Bray was still not strong enough.

Touching his aching back, Bray steadied himself.

At the critical moment, Bray successfully made the black-armored knight pause for a step.

This gave Nisa the opportunity to stand before the Black Armor Knight!

Nisha gave Bray a grateful look, then glared at the black-armored knight in front of her.

The front lines have been reorganized; the problem is this black-armored knight who has charged in.

There's no point in talking nonsense; there's no point in talking to these monsters.

Nisha held a large shield in her left hand, positioned it in front of the black-armored knight, and with her right hand, she wielded a knight's longsword with overwhelming force, slashing fiercely at the knight's head.

"A ruling to strike!"

With a surge of magic, the knight's longsword easily shattered the black-armored knight's helmet.

The black-armored knight staggered back a few steps, then slammed his shield down on Nisha.

Nisha remained calm and raised her shield to parry.

The two, wielding swords and shields, continuously exchanged blows.

The metal collided, sparks flew and scattered in all directions.

No adventurer was foolish enough to interfere in this battle.

Any action that disrupts Nisa's rhythm could lead to her defeat.

The adventurers, lacking sufficient strength, could only continue to hold off the black-armored knights at the front lines.

They used their lives to block it.

Nisha remained expressionless, slashing with her knight's longsword through every gap in the enemy's shield.

"Holy Light Shines!"

The black-armored knight, whose head was suddenly illuminated by the light from Lina's shield, began to burn with blue flames.

"It really is an evil thing!!!" Nisa roared.

Nisa, who believes in the "Children of Light," has a powerful ability to suppress evil.

"The Sword of Retribution"!!!

The knight's longsword swept past, leaving a brief white afterimage in the air.

Then the black-armored knight's head flew high into the air, burning with raging blue flames.

The black-armored knight, having lost his head, seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

The heavy black iron armor made a dull thud on the ground.

The sound echoed through the arena, and to the surviving adventurers, it was as melodious as heavenly music.

"An adventurer with methods against evil creatures!!! Attack the head!!!" Nisa stood on the back of the fallen black-armored knight, raising her longsword high.

The adventurers, having received the hint, began to employ methods to combat the evil creatures.

They finally achieved a fighting strength on par with the Black Armor Knights.

Although adventurers continued to fall one by one, the black-armored knights also began to suffer casualties.

After five black-armored knights had fallen, the adventurers saw a glimmer of victory.

"Hang in there!!! We can win!!" Even Nisha's tense face broke into a smile. Seeing a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation is undoubtedly exhilarating.

"Everyone!!! Let these evil creatures get what they deserve!!!!" Nisa pointed her sword at the black-armored knight, her brows furrowed.

After Nisha spoke, the adventurers roared.

"Damn monster!!!! Give her back to me!!!"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Die!! Die!!"

"I don't want this to end here, you bastard!!!"

A roar can dispel a person's fear, especially in desperate situations, people are more likely to roar.

The black-armored knights ignored the adventurers' roars.

They seemed to know only how to move forward, and not how to retreat, advancing in unison step by step.

Faced with the frenzied attacks of the adventurers, the black-armored knight raised his great shield, dragging his greatsword on the ground with his right hand, sparks flying.

"Ah!!!" Nisha rushed to the front line, her knight's longsword slicing through the large shield held by a black-armored knight.

The next moment, Nisha nimbly moved back to the front line, and countless offensive spells landed on the black-armored knight's chest.

Each spell forced the black-armored knight back half a step—

In the end, the black-armored knight's head was severed by a warrior who rushed forward and chopped it off.

However, even after his head was severed, the black-armored knight's head still showed no sign of falling to the ground.

"Drink! Drink ...

The black-armored knight finally fell backward and could not stand up again.

The blood flowing from the black-armored knight was also red—

However, compared to a living person, it seemed to be darker and colder.

There are only 6 black-armored knights left, but similarly, only a few dozen adventurers are still fighting.

"Adventurers behind! Fear no more!! Stand up!!"

"Stand up!!! Take up your weapons to survive!!"

Nisha yelled at the more than three hundred adventurers huddled in the back row.

"Fireball!" A girl in a long robe stood up tremblingly, and mustered her courage to raise her staff.

A huge ball of fire slammed into the black-armored knight, but it did not cause him any harm.

Once the first person stands up again, many more will follow.