A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"It's dangerous here, you should leave now," Eric said helplessly.

“Where do you think we can get to?” Bray suddenly asked.

“Anywhere is fine, at least get away from this guy,” Eric said.

But Bray shook his head.

"We can't escape anywhere."

"As long as this guy exists, our world of the Black Iron race will inevitably face disaster," Bray said calmly.

They might escape to a remote place and survive, but the vast majority of people will be corrupted by the polluters.

Any silver-grade item is a disaster for a black iron-grade item.

In the past, the appearance of Silver species required the "Great Enemy of God" to pay a heavy price to defeat them.

But this time, it's clear that the "Great Enemy of God" cannot be dealt with in time.

"What else can we do, you blind man?" Eric automatically ignored the word "Black Iron".

“Kill this guy,” Bray said, offering the most direct solution.

Eric looked at Bray as if he were an idiot.

"Are you sure you're normal?" With these people, there's no way they can take down this big guy, right?

“Yes, that’s normal.” Bray straightened his back.

Bray has no intention of saving the world; for Bray, such grand pronouncements as saving the world are not something he is qualified to make.

But now, Bray wants to save a girl.

The girl I spent a very short time with.

A girl trapped inside the body of a polluter.

"Marlene must still be here," Bray firmly believed, even without any evidence. "I understand..." Eric didn't continue arguing with Bray.

"Captain, get out of here." Eric said, snapping his fingers, and an ice wall blocked Alice's path.

"Colonel!!! You're making me a deserter!!!" Alice pounded on the ice wall.

“Deserter? This isn’t war anymore, and it’s not a mission either.” Eric lowered his eyelids.

"This is just a private matter." No matter how much Alice called, Eric had no intention of letting the captain come over.

Eric was met with the polluter's roar to the heavens.

"You can't even speak anymore?" Bray said expressionlessly, gripping his longsword tightly.

“Katrina, is there anything good?” Bray suddenly asked.

"Good stuff?" Katrina frowned.

“Something that can temporarily enhance physical abilities.” Bray looked up at the Corruptor’s enormous body.

“I have military-grade ‘Power Potion’,” Eric said, pausing for a moment.

Bray held out his hand, and Eric simply tossed it to him without asking any questions.

"This drug lasts for a very short time, less than ten seconds. After you use it, you will be paralyzed for about an hour."

This medicine is used by soldiers to fight back on the battlefield, and it is only available to officers, so it is not cheap.

“That’s enough.” Bray carefully placed the potion into his pouch.

I won't pay you back.

Eric was speechless.

"Whatever you like." Eric pondered for a long time, then finally shrugged.

"The poet stayed to one side."

“Let’s begin,” Bray said in a low voice.

“Katrina, fly me onto that guy’s shoulder,” Bray said.

"Hey! Getting too close will turn you into a monster!" Katrina thought to herself, a million times unwilling.

"No, don't worry, trust me."

"Aaaaaah!" Katrina screamed, grabbing her hair.

Good grief, her long-standing ladylike image is about to be completely ruined by Bray.

But in the end, Katrina obediently transformed into a giant eagle, silently grabbing Bray and flying straight into the sky.

Even while carrying a greatsword, Katarina can still take to the air with Bray.

The monster that Katarina transforms into also possesses corresponding characteristics.

The high-speed airflow made Bray squint.

But the polluter didn't seem to intend to let Bray get close to him so easily.

The enormous arm slowly rose.

Its arms were covered with tentacles, and you could even see countless eyes.

The pupils of all eyes were fixed on Bray.

"How disgusting!" Katrina exclaimed.

Bray didn't speak, but stared at the enormous polluter.

"Put me down," Bray said to Katrina in mid-air.

"Here!?" Katrina exclaimed in surprise. They were very close to the Corruptor, but there were also many tentacles blocking their way, so it wasn't so easy to jump over.

“Now,” Bray said firmly.

Katrina swooped down toward the corrupted creature, then released her claws in an instant.

Bray transformed into a shooting star and plunged headfirst into the pile of tentacles on the polluter's chest.

“Insignificant, foolish.” The polluter roared the simple words, clasping his hands together as if to flatten Bray.

His gaze was calm, as if the enormous hand and countless tentacles in front of him did not exist.

"The water has stopped flowing," "The autumn water has stopped flowing."

The greatsword was drawn from its sheath in mid-air, drawing a crescent moon.

All the tentacles blocking Bray's path were neatly severed at the same moment, the speed of the sword strike so fast that not even a drop of blood was spilled.

"boom!!!!!"

After the sword flashed, the Corruptor's palms clasped together, producing a dull thud.

But Bray was completely unharmed; at the last second, Bray stepped on the Corruptor's massive breastplate.

"Roar! Ro ...

He sheathed his greatsword and stood firmly on the relief decoration of the Corruptor's breastplate.

"Ants, ants, ants, ants!!!!!!!!!!" The polluter's voice was completely blurred, sounding like a mechanical voice being ground out.

The raging polluter slammed its enormous hand down on the breastplate.

But then a crisp sound rang out—the sound of ice shattering.

Eric snapped his fingers, and an angled icicle blocked the powerful palm strike.

It wasn't that Eric's ice was particularly hard, but rather that the perfect angle absorbed most of the force.

"Soldiers!!!!!! The stairs!!!!" Bray shouted, his expression serious.

As soon as he finished speaking, chunks of ice froze on the polluter's chest.

These ice blocks are easy to slip on because they are too slippery.

If Bray slips on another contaminated person, he will inevitably fall to the ground, and Bray will either die or suffer a terrible fate.

Even with such a huge risk, Bray's eyes showed no sign of tension.

Standing on the smooth ice, Bray gripped the neck guard of the armor with his right hand, holding on firmly to the piece of iron armor no matter how the Corruptor shook him.

"Roar! Ro ...

""laugh--""

These were several sounds that pierced through flesh and blood.

Several very small tentacles pierced through Bray's arm from his shoulder.

The tentacles twitched, attempting to burrow deep into Bray's muscles. If this continued, there was no doubt that Bray would suffer the same tragic fate as Roland.

"It's so noisy." The excruciating pain made Bray even more alert.

"Shoot-"

The blade of "The Last Echo" sank into the exposed neck muscles of the corrupted.

Blood gushed from the corrupted man's neck, staining Bray's clothes crimson. The moment the longsword pierced the corrupted man, the tentacles that had burrowed into Bray's arm retracted in an instant.

The polluter seemed to have suffered some great injury, and roared in agony to the sky.

The sound resounded throughout the entire city of Inlai.

The guards and the group of heroes, who were hiding far away, stared blankly at the injured corrupted one, dumbfounded.

Alice also gave up on continuing to knock on the ice wall and instead sat quietly to the side, beginning to contact the Imperial headquarters.

Bray had no interest in what was happening next.

Bray released his grip on "The Last Echo" with his left hand, then grabbed the tentacle still stuck in his right hand and yanked it out hard.

Blood gushed down his right arm, and pain surged into his brain, but at this level, Bray could still bear it.

It's less painful than having bones shattered or losing an eye.

The "Final Echo" was inserted into the polluted person's neck, seemingly weakening their ability to recover.

Even now, the wound caused by the "Final Echo" has not healed, and the longsword remains stuck there.

As the "concept" was suppressed, some of the polluter's capabilities were also suppressed as a result.

The corrupted beings are not pure life forms, unlike most of the Aragami.

It itself is born from "concept".

“It’s time to end this…” Bray said in a deep voice.

Eric could also see that Bray's attack was effective. He raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers.

An ice surged up and firmly locked the polluter's legs.

Previously, the polluters could easily break these solid blocks of ice with a single movement.

But now the polluters seem to have been suddenly weakened and are unable to break free from Eric's ice.

"Blind man!!!! Give this big guy the final blow!!!!" Eric shouted.

Bray didn't answer, but instead, carrying his greatsword, began to climb onto the polluter's shoulders.

The final blow must ensure the complete destruction of the polluter.

However, at this moment, Bray froze, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Hey! Blind man! What's wrong with you?!" No matter how Eric shouted, he couldn't wake Bray up.

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Now Bray is in a very familiar place.

Because this place is all white, there's nothing there.

No, there is something there, it's that ball of light swaying back and forth in front of me.

At a time like this, does one's own "divine source" still intend to tempt them?

“Don’t bother,” Bray sighed.

However, the goddess who would usually come out to complain did not appear.

Bray keenly noticed that this place was somewhat different from before.