A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

A blue ball of light was forcibly ripped from the butler's dead body by Sledar.

It is a mixture of soul and life.

Sledar swallowed the ball of light whole.

“Just a hybrid of divine magic and a transformation spell,” Sledar said expressionlessly.

The current Sledar no longer has blue skin; instead, it has been tainted by black runes and turned pitch black.

The light blue lines on her face made Sleda look incredibly eerie.

There wasn't much rage in Sledar, which deviated somewhat from the deacon's assessment.

Countless whispers still lingered in her ears, but Sledar had completely succumbed to their allure.

“I need more souls and lives, sacrifice them all to me,” Sledar said, ignoring the crowd. “Run! Run!” Bray shouted, clapping his hands.

Actually, before Bray spoke, everyone around had already run away, leaving only a few people slumped on the ground in a daze.

In fact, the moment the butler was hit by Bray, everyone's restraints were lifted.

So Bray's shouting was unnecessary.

"What? You run faster than me?" Bray smirked.

“No one can escape.” Sledar’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

A deep blue light barrier spread out, enveloping everyone.

"What is this?" A villager from Skahn village kept banging on the wall of the light shield.

"This is... a domain spell used by a mage?" Nisha clutched her wound and struggled to get up.

“No, Lady Nisha, this domain is more than ten times stronger than those mages’ domains,” Sen Aiwen said with a stern face.

Sen Aiwen just tried it and found that even with all his strength, he couldn't break the light shield in the slightest.

“Mr. Bray…” Nisha looked at Bray.

By this time, Bray was covered in sweat.

“Don’t look at me, things can’t get any worse.” Bray’s lifeless eyes were devoid of any spirit.

Now, it seems the future is uncertain.

These powerful creatures without "concepts" are a bigger headache for Bray than those with "concepts".

Of course, this doesn't mean that silver is easier to deal with than bronze, but rather that Bray has no means of dealing with bronze.

It's already difficult enough to deal with high-level monsters, let alone bronze-level ones.

The chances of winning are almost nonexistent.

“What is this?” Nisha came to Bray’s side and asked.

“Sea creatures, bronze race,” Bray said succinctly, then quickly retreated.

After seeing that everyone had left, Sledar no longer intended to stay in the river.

"Boom!" The enormous body climbed ashore.

A strong wind swept across the ground, forcing people to squint.

Nisha wanted to ask more questions, but realizing the situation seemed rather bad, she fell silent.

"Is there a way to deal with this?" Nisha asked in a deep voice.

“No,” Bray said honestly.

"But what other choice do we have besides facing it head-on?"

“That’s true…” Nisha gave a wry smile.

Although it was much weaker than the Silver-tier, Bray felt that this battle was more uncertain than any other.

"Knights, assemble! Holy Sword Formation!" Nisha shouted.

""yes!""

"Naruko, stop standing there, if you don't want to wait to die, start moving," Bray called out to Naruko.

"Brave! This guy is huge! He looks really strong!" Naruko scurried over to Bray's side.

"It is very strong, and it will kill you." Bray, as always, liked to speak the truth.

However, no matter how strong Sledar is, his subordinates will not simply wait to die.

Without saying much, everyone with fighting ability rushed towards Sledar's enormous body.

When faced with a powerful enemy, people always unite.

In the story, it seems that by uniting, one can be fearless.

Unfortunately, this is reality.

The racial disparities quickly brought despair to everyone.

"A laughable struggle, is this what you Dark Iron race call bravery?" Sledar laughed.

Sleda's one eye was wide open, while the other was squinted, making her look incredibly incongruous.

But more than anything, Sleda's expression revealed a deep disdain!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The group, who were still charging forward, were pulled to the ground by runic chains that extended from the ground before they even reached Sledar.

"Don't they even have the power to resist?"

"Such weak lives and souls should be offered up as sacrifices."

Blue orbs of light were pulled from the group.

"It hurts so much!!" Cade clutched his neck, his eyes rolling back.

Everyone present felt the same way as him.

Even those who were right next to the light barrier were not spared.

The blue light converged into a river and flowed into Sledar's body.

Sledar wasn't particularly skilled in magic among the sea creatures, but even so, she managed to overwhelm everyone with her simple spells of confinement and life-draining.

In reality, Sledar is more skilled in martial arts.

“Hmm, someone blessed by the Golden Seed? What a nuisance. In that case, there’s no way to get their soul without killing them.” Sledar glanced at the pale-faced Nisa.

“But with just a slight pinch, you can die.” Sledar looked down at Nisa.

“If you can do it!” Nisha struggled to her feet.

For various reasons, Sledar was unable to directly take Nisa's life and soul.

But none of this mattered to Sleda.

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A feeling of suffocation rushed into Bray's mind.

It was as if something was trying to leave the body.

In fact, it feels like your soul has been ripped away.

"This feeling is really... amazing," Bray thought.

"Heart" also includes the strength of mental power, so Bray's soul is not so easy to detach.

Unfortunately, Bray's constitution was not capable of withstanding the loss of life.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and her eyelids drooped involuntarily.

If this continues, the soul will remain safe and sound, but life will likely slip away and one will die.

“What bad luck…it’s awful,” Bray said listlessly.

"Our Master, please don't fall in a place like this."

— "Believe me, in this era, you still have a long way to go, and you must keep going."

The ethereal voice echoed in my ears.

People these days really love using telepathy. The surrounding area is full of dilapidated brick walls, and the light is extremely dim.

Bray glanced around.

Bray, who always inexplicably ends up in strange places, is used to it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Master." A knight clad in heavy armor emerged from the shadows.

The knight's armor was covered in rust, and it was pitch black beneath his helmet, so nothing could be seen.

“That’s some really old-fashioned armor…” Bray said.

"What a strange Master, not even asking who I am upon meeting me." The knight spoke with a very composed air.

"Then, who are you?" Bray asked irritably.

In the next instant, the whole world turned upside down.

Bray stood there in the sky, upside down, of course.

The sky was a hazy yellow, and countless crows were cawing.

Even Bray couldn't help but turn pale; this was too exciting.

“‘Beers,’ that is our name,” the knight said in a deep voice, as he and Bray were both in the sky.

““Beers”?” Bray’s expression was a little strange.

Isn't this the name of my greatsword?

“The greatsword on my back?” Bray asked.

“That’s right. We are the greatsword entrusted to you by the former Master,” the knight said softly.

“I had no idea a greatsword could look like this,” Bray said calmly, seemingly accepting the idea.

“This image is a fusion of the mindset of the swordsmith and the sword user.” “Beers” looked at his hand.

"Of course, only a weapon with its own will can present itself in this form and speak to you."

"Self-will?" Bray frowned.

“Indeed, any object in the world can possess its own will,” Beers said.

"However, to possess self-will, one needs a corresponding forger and user; without either element, it cannot be born."

"Unfortunately, we do not know the specific conditions, after all, we are merely a sword."

“No, no, as a sword, I think you know more than enough.” Bray waved his hand; he was a grown man, there were plenty of things he didn’t know.

“We can also learn, but none of us are as fast as him.” “Beers” shook his head.

Having followed Carlogaris for countless years, "Beers" has acquired sufficient intelligence and knowledge.

Even if you treat the image of "Beers" as a person, there is no problem at all.

““Beers,” right? So where is this?” Bray calmly looked around, seemingly already used to being upside down in the sky.

Bray even touched the flying crow with great interest.

“This is the world of mental images,” Beers said.

"A small world within the sword is born based on the mindset of the forger and the user."

The mental world can be considered a personal microcosm, and generally speaking, very few people possess the Black Iron type.

This small world is different from the plane created by the Golden Seed; it is much smaller and, of course, much weaker.

Moreover, one must reside in objects or places.

As soon as he finished speaking, everything around him collapsed.

Bray stood on the ground again, but the scene on the ground was somewhat surprising.

The ground was littered with the corpses of angels and demons, and countless weapons buried in the earth.

This is a battlefield, a battlefield from the distant past.