A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray subverts this "impossible".

Pride flipped out of the range of Brey's greatsword and faced Brey.

Bray had a cut on his face, while Pride hadn't been hurt at all.

Bray wiped away the blood and sighed.

This agile and skillful opponent is what gives Bray his biggest headache.

Pride swung his longsword a few times, shaking off the blood.

“That’s strange…” Pride sealed his eyes and stared intently at Bray.

Pride's martial arts skills are already very high, especially in the use of longswords and firearms.

But Pride's intuition told him that Bray's skills were superior to his own.

But this wouldn't surprise Pride, because there were quite a few strong young people.

Although Bray's skills can be described as terrifying, they are practically an encyclopedia of swordsmanship.

Bray had just used no fewer than ten different sword techniques, which made Pride's scalp tingle.

The problem is, however, that Bray lacks the strength and agility to match his skill.

“It’s like a powerful being that has been sealed away.” Pride looked at Bray meaningfully.

Pride never considered himself a good person; describing himself as a villain wouldn't be an exaggeration.

As the president of a federation, Pride is willing to use any means necessary to make the Federation of Leicester strong.

They waged wars, sacrificed ordinary people, and attempted to develop various weapons—

Pride committed countless sinful acts in the darkness.

However, Pride never regretted it, nor did he ever have a single thought of denying these sins.

If these costs can continuously strengthen the Federation.

Pride would be proud of it, proud of his sins.

Even if he is a sinner, Pride is still the president of the Federation of Leicester, and has the obligation and responsibility to eliminate all foreign enemies and make the Federation strong.

The oppressive feeling that rose from the depths of his soul stunned Bray.

Then came Pride's relentless, storm-like onslaught.

Bray's small wounds accumulated, while Pride, on the other hand, was not injured at all.

At most, his thigh was scratched by a ray.

Bray had no chance to use any offensive moves, not because Pride didn't have any openings, but because Bray was too slow.

The moment Pride raised his hand to unleash an attack, his opening had already been closed.

Unlike his fight with Rolando, where he could use various techniques, Bray possessed countless attack moves, yet he couldn't unleash a single one.

They're barely managing to defend now; if this continues, the moment Bray runs out of energy will be the moment of defeat.

However, the world is full of surprises.

The unfamiliar visitor caused Pride to stop his attack.

“There have been so many unexpected events lately,” Pride said.

"Is this the place..." Rolando emerged from the shadows of the factory, his adventurer party behind him.

“Yes…” Tristy said with a strange look.

The scene was so bizarre that it left everyone baffled.

"It smells strongly of blood, it's a bit disgusting," Kaijie wrinkled her little nose and said in a deep voice.

Thieves are quite familiar with this smell.

“Probably around there…” Tristia pointed to Reeves lying on the ground.

Tristy noticed Reeves lying on the ground in an instant.

The man wasn't dead, but he was close to death.

If the entire hand were severed from the shoulder, the massive amount of blood loss would quickly cause Revi to bleed to death.

"Hero, what should we do now?" Ellie asked Rolando for his opinion.

"..." Rolando's eyelids twitched wildly.

In this situation, it's impossible to ask such a stupid question as "What happened?"

As the backbone of the entire team, Rolando absolutely cannot be intimidated.

Rolando recognized the president of the Federation at a glance.

Then there was the one-eyed adventurer who was still being chased by his own empire.

These two were clearly fighting before.

Rolando, who had initially thought that Bray was colluding with the Federation, became confused.

“The hero from the Imperial side?” Pride recognized the “Silver Hero.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the bullet burst from the barrel, shattering Rolando's shoulder blade in an instant.

"What!!!" Rolando exclaimed instinctively before even feeling the pain. Pride's attack was too fast and too sudden.

Then the excruciating pain of shattered bones made Rolando scream.

"Rolando!" Kegel took out a healing potion from his pouch, wanting to help Rolando.

But another bullet mercilessly shattered the expensive alchemical concoction.

The medicine was spilled all over the ground, and a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

"You!!!" Kaijie was furious, gripping the dagger at the side of her leg.

"Calm down, Kegel! Ellie, the three of you mages, use healing spells together." Tristia was now very calm.

At this moment, Tristia felt as if she were facing a high-level monster before she became a ranger—

Terrifying, chilling.

But it is precisely in such circumstances that one must remain calm, otherwise only a tragic end will follow.

“We know!” Ellie, along with three mages, began to heal Rolando.

Before the adventurers could even begin, they were defeated and their journey ended by Pride.

Pride was about to continue attacking, but stopped when he saw Tristia preparing her spell.

It wasn't that Pride couldn't defeat the hero and his companions, but rather that he faced a formidable opponent.

If Bray were given the opportunity, Pride felt his advantage would vanish instantly.

From the very beginning, Pride's attention was focused on Bray, and he never let his guard down, even when attacking the hero.

"Are they your reinforcements?" Pride whispered.

“No,” Brad replied.

As expected of a healing spell, it could even slowly repair bones. In just a few words between Pride and Bray, Rolando's excruciating pain was relieved.

"Why would the president of the Federation be in a place like this?" Rolando, whose injuries had somewhat healed, asked through gritted teeth.

Rolando felt that the president of the Federation should be like an emperor, a pampered and privileged guy.

It's impossible for this to happen.

“There are many things that require the president to do personally,” Pride said.

Although Rolando disliked Bray, after all, he had been beaten up by Bray once.

But now is not the time to dwell on these things.

"Tristy, Kegel, help that adventurer." Rolando practically forced these words out of his throat.

“But…” Kaijie hesitated.

“Otherwise, we might all perish here.” Rolando was no saint either. Although he had been entrusted by the emperor, he would choose to run away if he had to lose his life.

At this moment, he could very well lose his life, so Rolando needs to find a suitable partner.

“Kaiji, Rolando is right.” Tristia had already drawn her longbow, ready to aid Bray at any moment.

“Now, they are your reinforcements.” Pride’s eyes suddenly sharpened.

"It seems so." Bray remained expressionless, his eyes drooping like a dead fish, seemingly unmoved by the ever-changing scene.

"Then bring it on." Pride squinted, and with a flourish of his sword, forced Bray back. Although Rolando and his group seemed to be somewhat lacking in strength compared to A-rank adventurers.

However, the large number of people, along with Bray, put pressure on Pride as well.

But it's just pressure.

Pride, holding a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right, moved with ease through the crowd.

Pride's primary focus remained on Bray, and the vast majority of his attacks were directed at Bray.

Only occasionally would a few bullets whiz by and hit the group of brave warriors nearby.

However, each of these bullets successfully drew blood.

Pride's magic bullets are designed to adjust their power based on his own magic strength.

In other words, as long as Pride's magic is strong enough, the bullet's penetrating power will be sufficiently guaranteed.

And without a doubt, Pride's magic is powerful.

Only a bullet as hard as the "Beers" could completely stop Pride's bullet.

The battle reached a fever pitch.

A person was forgotten without even realizing it.

Reeve lay on the ground, using his only remaining hand.

The crawling was very, very slow, but Rivi was definitely moving.

The target is the gem at the center of the magic circle on the ground.

The diamond-shaped gemstone, dull and lifeless, lay quietly in the underground factory, completely unnoticed.

"Ah... I got it." Levi's voice was almost trembling. The cool sensation when his hand touched the gem was indescribable.

The harder something is to obtain, the more precious it becomes.

The joy that Rivi experienced after acquiring a gemstone that he could easily obtain in the past, under these circumstances and with such effort, was on a completely different level.

Levi, clutching the gem, struggled to his feet.

At this moment, at this great moment, how could Levi allow himself to continue lying down?

Revi used his remaining right hand to push up his glasses, and the pain that had been plastered on his face completely disappeared.

Pain? Levi had no time to worry about that.

Unparalleled glory is about to descend.

“Rive…” Pride frowned as he looked at Reive, who had stood up.

How could someone with such severe injuries still be able to stand up?

Putting aside the warriors, Reeves looked like nothing more than a skinny mage.

Besides Pride, everyone else was also watching Revy.

Its presence is so strong that it draws people's attention to it without them even realizing it.

Bray frowned and looked at Reeves.

"By the way, it's good to take some precautions before the upcoming ceremony begins," Levi muttered to himself.

"Magic Wall"

A simple spell was cast, and a faint wall appeared in front of Levi.

However, such a wall would be easy for anyone present to break through; it could probably only hold them off for a moment.

What's the point of doing this?