A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

On the contrary, when facing the incarnation of the Golden Seed, one is the strongest when alone.

He is strong enough that anyone around him would be a burden.

Although it may sound a bit harsh, it is an undeniable fact.

He has become so powerful that any help from anyone is of little use to him.

Others might think that Bray is already as strong as a god, but unfortunately, even if he is that strong, Bray is still a mortal.

There is a chasm between gods and mortals, a chasm that cannot be crossed, and no miracle can bridge the gap between the existence and non-existence of the "concept".

His status as a shaman might make dealing with demigods much easier for him.

But when facing the true God, the identity of a person who holds the precepts is as if it doesn't exist.

However, he suddenly paused, as if he had realized something.

A group of "people" surrounded Bray.

Bray knew the "person" in charge, and was quite familiar with him.

“Umkandar…” Bray raised his eyelids, looking at the other person with some surprise.

He had indeed noticed His arrival and those silver beings long ago, but he was still very surprised.

Because Bray had always believed that Umm Kandar would choose to lie low.

I never expected Him to appear, and to appear so suddenly, with a large amount of silver around Him.

“What do you want to do?” Bray asked.

“Your presence is too dangerous.” Ummkandar did not directly answer Bray’s question.

However, Bray immediately understood what Umkandal meant.

He wanted to kill himself.

It's someone else who wants to kill me.

Ummkandar's concept is causality, so He knows that Bray is bound by a great many chains of causality.

When they first met Bray, these chains were not as thick and dense as they are now.

However, the overlapping causes and effects on Bray's body are now enough to tear the walls of the world apart.

"You're only thinking about this now?" Bray looked at Umkandar with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, we only thought of this now."

“But it’s not too late,” Umkandal said quietly, a strange sense of determination in his eyes.

Yes, it's very inexplicable; Bray certainly doesn't understand it.

The Silver Race behind Umkandal didn't have that look in their eyes, but they seemed to have made some kind of decision as well.

Blakeras must die, or the world will perish.

The Silver Races longed for their own era, but they did not wish for the destruction of Kapras.

They attempted to tear down the wall, solely to free themselves from their confinement.

If the gods succeed in uniting, the Silver Seeds will control the cracks in the World Wall; this is not a reckless act.

After all, the Silver Seeds aren't a bunch of fools; they're just steadfastly protecting their own interests.

And now, an anomaly has appeared.

That being is Bray.

If Bray is allowed to continue like this, the karmic entanglements he has with countless things will eventually destroy the entire wall.

Kapras will not perish, but the Golden Seed will come, and everything under the gods will return to nothingness.

This includes all types of black iron, bronze, and silver.

To everyone else, Bray would never be the one to save the world.

He will only be a ticking time bomb in other people's eyes.

Umm Kandar understood that this time bomb was about to explode.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. Knowing this reasoning well, Umm Kandar finally gave up on lying low.

This is a destroyer who even the will of the world is on his side... This current situation is not an exaggeration.

“Really…” Bray hesitated, then stopped himself.

Is it stupid?

Umm Kandar wasn't stupid, because even Bray knew he was a ticking time bomb.

Those causes and effects, fates, intertwined, would drag down this timeline.

However, when he looked at the vast group of silver-type human figures in front of him, his eyes were not as calm as before.

“You can’t win,” Bray said, his voice flat and emotionless.

He wasn't particularly arrogant when he said that.

He was simply stating a fact: the ground was littered with the corpses of demigods.

And a mortal wielding two swords.

And this mortal was bound by a large number of chains.

Upon witnessing this scene, many people would likely be unwilling to acknowledge the identity of the Brayvan.

Everyone will think that he is on the same level as the Silver Seed.

However, without these two swords and without the Heavenly Fox Tear, Bray is nothing.

He couldn't possibly kill a Silver Saint using only swordsmanship.

The minimum requirement for defeating a Silver-tier monster is possessing the ultimate weapon.

Without these conditions, Bray would be just an ordinary mortal.

No matter how much they say, they are just ordinary people who rely on external forces.

An ordinary person, through the accumulation of external forces, gained the qualification to fight against higher species.

Boom!!!

The last silver seed knelt on one knee directly in front of Bray.

Sand and dust splashed up, like waves rising from the sea when a whale flips over.

However, the waves were golden yellow.

Of the Silver Hands who came to kill Bray, only Umkandar remains.

In any timeline, Bray has never accomplished the feat of defeating a Silver-tier army single-handedly.

Yes, over a hundred silver coins are enough to be considered a military force.

However, accomplishing such a task was taken for granted by Bray.

If he has inherited memories from countless timelines and still cannot do this, he needs to reflect on what's wrong with him.

Once you've mastered most of the characteristics of Silver-tier monsters, and even killed countless Silver-tier monsters, accomplishing this kind of thing doesn't seem so surprising.

Not to mention that Bray's own strength has been rising steadily over the past twenty-five years.

He didn't stop, but kept rising, because Bray knew what he was going to defeat.

“I never imagined that a Silver Seer would do something like this,” Bray said to Umkandar.

Umkandal's severed arm had healed, but it was severed again this time.

Even if he used the power of his mind to create a phantom arm, it was still cut off by Bray's sword.

Even though he was bound by karma, he could still wield his sword.

As long as the sword can be swung, victory is assured.

Bray may have spared His legs out of a desire to preserve His dignity.

The golden wheel behind Umkandal no longer emitted any light.

The dull gold ring crashed to the ground a few seconds later, shattering into pieces.

“We demigods… are essentially no different from mortals,” Umkandal replied in a deep voice.

Despite His defeat and humiliation, His voice remained majestic.

He was more majestic than any emperor of any mortal empire.

This is the king of the silver race.

“The essence… indeed,” Bray muttered to himself.

The Silver Species might, in a sense, simply be some powerful beings.

They have desires, instincts, and will pursue various interests.

Similarly, when faced with the challenge of survival, they also exhibit incredible cohesion.

Bray's memory is filled with countless tragic wars in which lower species sacrificed themselves in the struggle.

But this was the first time he had ever seen a Silver Seed do something like this.

These silver races came together simply to prevent Bray from destroying the entire World Wall.

The silver seed we just saw was more worthy of being called the Alliance of Gods than the Alliance of Gods of the past.

Unfortunately, they were facing an entity outside of established norms.

A mortal who, with the aid of countless external forces, accomplishes the act of killing a god.

But in that instant, Bray suddenly understood why most Silver Species were unmoved when they saw the tragic sacrifice of the Lower Species.

Bray remained unmoved when he saw these Silver Beings attacking him as if they were going to their deaths.

I don't know when it started, but mortals, demigods, and gods became separated.

Neither of them ever considered the other as a being living on Kapras.

Bray's memories naturally include "Bracles," who treated all races equally, but such memories are few and far between.

He stared at Umkandar expressionlessly.

The demigod was panting, and his powerful aura was constantly dissipating.

It's impossible to imagine that in Bray's memories of other timelines, He was a demigod so powerful that he was invincible.

Before they were paralyzed by despair, most of Bray had thought about defeating Umkandal to some extent.

But the moment he truly and completely defeated Umkandal, he suddenly realized that he felt no joy whatsoever.

It's not emptiness, but complete numbness.

In that instant, he even asked himself why he wanted to defeat Umkandal so much.

Whether or not we win against Umkandal will not have a significant impact on the outcome of this world.

Bray looked up at the sun, which was half-blocked by Umm Kandar's massive body.

He raised his great black sword.

The blade gleamed with black light, and the reflection of Umkandar's face was seen on the surface.

There seemed to be no regret in Umkandal's eyes, even though he had sacrificed so many of his compatriots and even his own life.

So Bray lowered his eyelids and brought down a heavy sword.

The sword is as strong as a mountain, and its strike can shake the heavens and the earth.

"The Silver Race has never had its own era." Umkandal uttered these words with unusual calm before he was killed.

The Silver race has never truly belonged to its own world.

Even though they are called demigods, they have never once embraced the world that gave birth to them.

The calm in Umkandar was exactly the same as the unusual calm that Bray had shown during his previous battles.

Faced with death, he remained so calm that one would forget to draw their sword.

"BOOM!!!" The crimson giant's body finally collapsed to the ground.