A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Golden blood flowed into the golden sand, as if no killing had ever taken place here.

Is this what battle is...?

If this power were seen by those who understand mathematics, they might go crazy once again.

They will sing praises incessantly and exaggerate endlessly.

However, not everyone thought Bray won.

"You failed too." Whiteface stood behind Bray, his voice coming through the helmet.

"I failed?"

Bray… no, he should be called the Black King, and he disagreed with Whiteface's statement.

On the empty desert, there are countless corpses of enormous demigods, and two tiny figures.

“Given this situation, the wall of the world will surely be torn apart.”

"The golden seed will descend as before," the pale-faced man said quietly, his tone so calm.

He described the impending doom of the world as if he were talking about an ordinary, everyday matter.

"And the root cause this time is you yourself." There seemed to be a hint of regret in Bai Mian's voice.

Yes, it's a pity.

The destruction of the wall this time was simply due to the Black Emperor's overwhelming power. Bray now possesses the power to potentially interrupt the Golden Seeds' interference.

But this powerful being was the root cause of the destruction of the world's barrier.

If Kapras brought about the apocalypse, then the source of the disaster—

It's not silver, nor gold, and not even any other person.

It was Bray himself.

Having the power to accomplish incredible things, this power will cause chaos.

This is quite ironic.

Whiteface had been waiting for Bray for a long time, hoping he would find a way to break the deadlock.

So many years have passed, and the cracks that have appeared on the wall of the world are no longer tiny.

The cracks in the wall are now holes through which the eyes of the gods can see.

However, Bray still couldn't find a way to break the deadlock.

Although there might be a sliver of a chance if all the Golden Seed incarnations could be killed.

But Bray doesn't seem to have that much time.

Is Whiteface going to lend a hand? No, he won't help Black Emperor.

If his intervention could change everything, then there wouldn't be so many timelines.

Moreover, he didn't actually know what the Black Emperor really wanted to do.

Is it really that simple to just severely damage each of the gold-producing species?

The White Face couldn't see through the Black Emperor; this man named Blakelas had too many confused memories.

Even Whiteface wasn't confident that Bray in front of him hadn't gone mad.

Determining which "Breaklas" was standing here was incredibly difficult even for Whiteface, who had witnessed all the timelines.

"I thought you would come out later."

"It was a bit sudden."

After a long pause, Bray spoke to Whiteface.

"I will eventually appear before you one day."

"Even if it's not today, you'll be surprised in the end."

Bray didn't respond to Whiteface's words, but instead closed his right eye.

"Is there anything else you'd like to do?" Bai Mian asked abruptly.

Bray pulled his cloak tighter around himself; he felt a bit cold.

And at this moment, he found himself very clear-headed, more alert than ever before.

This well-intentioned question is chilling.

“You need to restart time,” Bray said.

He didn't use a questioning tone; he was simply stating a fact.

Since Hakumen appeared in this way and said those words, it proves that Hakumen intends to start a new timeline.

White flour always does this.

This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

The restart of time will continue to repeat itself endlessly, a process even more painful than the reincarnation of a person.

Fortunately, none of the Brays knew the truth; only Whiteface was bearing the brunt of it all.

No, the Black Emperor is also experiencing all of this now.

The regrets, pain, and sorrow left behind by each timeline remain in the Black Emperor's memory.

He is Blakeras, and he is also the Black King.

I don’t know when it started, but the title “Black King” became a mark that distinguished Bray from others.

He is the Black King, and he belongs to this timeline as Braclas.

And this timeline seems to be coming to an end.

Hakumyo is like a god who controls time and space, able to restart time at will.

But the Black Emperor was well aware of the cost.

"No," the Black Emperor uttered softly.

"..." Bai Mian seemed to be stunned for a moment, and no one knew the expression under the helmet.

"I won't let you restart the timeline." The Black Emperor opened his right eye.

This right eye seems to have become numb after enduring many hardships.

But Bai Mian could "see" the madness surging within that right eye.

"I still have a chance." The Black Emperor's voice was deep and heavy, so deep that it suppressed the surrounding atmosphere.

"Kill the incarnation of the Golden Seed, and the wall will collapse."

"If we do nothing, the wall will eventually collapse."

"Even if it's suicide, the wall will still collapse."

"Breclas, this is a dead end." Whiteface said gravely.

“Call me Black Emperor… If you call me Breclas, I’ll get a little confused about who I am,” Black Emperor said quietly.

“No…you are Blakelas.” Whiteface seriously refuted Black Emperor’s suggestion.

"Whether it's a dead end or not, no one will know until the very last moment," said the Black Emperor.

"I can already foresee the ending," White Face shook his head.

He had seen too many similar scenes.

"No, until the very last moment, no one knows what will happen." Black Emperor's tone was somewhat dazed.

Don't you look forward to the possibility?

"I am looking forward to possibilities, which is why I restarted the timeline of the entire world."

“This timeline doesn’t need to be restarted.” The Black Emperor’s lifeless right eye flashed with an indescribable brilliance.

It wasn't black, but rather a bit grayish-white.

A striking gray that shines brilliantly in the darkness.

"You're torturing yourself." The pale-faced man raised his head slightly.

The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly tense, and even the yellow sand dared not stir up on its own.

"If this is torture, then it is far too merciful."

According to the dialogue Bai Mian gave, he was tormented from that day on.

After the battle, Black Emperor did not put away the two swords, but simply held them in his hands.

Without warning, the two swords began to move.

A killing intent strong enough to materialize emanated from Bray.

A palpable killing intent, like the extension of his tattered cloak, fluttered behind him.

Bai Mian didn't speak, but lowered his body and drew his sword from its sheath behind him.

In the silence, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

Black Emperor closed his right eye, while White Face—

He was blind from the very beginning.

At this moment, the two of them are perceiving the world through the exact same "perspective".

The world perceived by the mind is magnificent and colorful, containing a vast amount of information.

Even so, they could not see into each other's hearts.

"Don't you need to rest, Black King?" Whiteface chose to address Bray as Black King.

"I don't need to rest, I've always been like this."

"There's no point in resting for just a few minutes," Black Emperor replied calmly.

He was never at his peak, because he never reached his peak.

If neither physical nor mental stability can be guaranteed, how can one talk about being in the "best" state?

But the Black Emperor was used to all of this, and it didn't affect his strength.

After their swords clashed, they both paused for a second without prior agreement.

In that instant, it felt like the whole world had stopped.

However, the white face never used any concepts from beginning to end; the sense of stagnation in time and space was merely an illusion.

It was just a shocking illusion.

"If you're serious, be prepared that I'll give it my all," Bai Mian said.

"Then let's go all out... The concept of Aragami has no effect on me."

Black Emperor cannot defeat Gold Saints, but White Face can.

But this doesn't mean that Black Emperor can't defeat White Face.

An encyclopedia of swordsmanship.

This description has probably appeared countless times.

This time, it's two people who could be called encyclopedias of swordsmanship fighting.

White armor and a tattered black cloak shimmered against the yellow sand.

The clash between swords did not cause any unusual phenomena in the heavens and earth, nor was it particularly awe-inspiring.

Apart from the superb swordsmanship, it was no different from the sword duels usually seen in the arena.

This simplicity seems mismatched with the two people's abilities.

So, they weren't fighting at full strength?

No, they went all out from the very first sword strike.

Fancy techniques are meaningless in the face of these two swordsmen who can cut through anything they want.

"Ding—" The sound was crisp and clear, like the ripples of a spring.