A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“This place really looks just like the murals…” Bray remarked.

“This is the ancient battlefield,” said “Beers.”

As a greatsword, "Beers" also witnessed the entire war.

The great war of the Iron race against the Bronze race.

Despite the immense power of the Bronze type, the Iron type is not without its weaknesses.

All you need to do is overwhelm them with sheer numbers; the population of a city could probably overwhelm a Bronze-level character.

Of course, this also includes the powerful members of the Black Iron type.

And then, even if you pay such a price, you might only defeat slightly stronger bronze-level soldiers.

No one knows the heavy price the Black Iron race paid in that ancient war.

Finally, with the help of Kalogaris, the invading Bronze Age were wiped out.

Ultimately, compared to the Silver type, the Bronze type is still a viable target among the Iron type.

"Humans are so insignificant," Bray murmured, touching the ground.

“Yes, very small,” Beers replied.

“Why did you bring me to this place?” Bray looked up at “Beers”.

This knight in tattered armor truly captures the essence of the entire mental world.

“Master, for your future,” Beers proclaimed.

“We, no, we, the Masters, must not underestimate the power within the sword,” Beers sighed.

Bray possesses strong swordsmanship, but his understanding of sword power remains at the level of a low-level adventurer.

That is to assume that swords only have the distinction between enchanted and unenchanted.

However, the power possessed by both "Beers" and "The Last Echo" is absolutely incomparable to enchantment.

That is the power and ability derived from Kenshin's image of the world, which transcends the so-called enchantment.

"Master, please continue to explore our power."

"The potential for our power to grow, like that of our Masters, is limitless."

“Who else is there besides you?” Bray keenly sensed something was wrong.

"That newborn self-will, nurtured by the Master himself, is not yet ready to meet you."

"But soon, Master will see him, won't he?"

Its name is "The Last Echo".

Then all the surrounding scenery faded away, and even the knight disappeared before Bray's eyes.

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“‘Dilus,’ if you hadn’t chosen self-destruction, you might have been able to witness the future of this nameless being acknowledged by the former Master, just like me.”

After Bray disappeared from "Biers'" sight, the knight in tattered armor looked up at the endless, gloomy sky and sighed.

"Master, only by becoming stronger can you be qualified to continue forward."

"I hope you realize that everything you have experienced is not a coincidence."

Just as Sledar was about to get rid of the stubborn Nisa, she frowned.

His gaze fell on Bray, who was lying on the ground panting.

The spell that extracted life and soul was severed from this person.

Because he was instantly transported into the mental world within the sword, Bray was freed from the spell's influence.

"Did something go wrong with the spell?" Sledar murmured.

The idea of ​​Bray breaking free never even crossed Sledar's mind.

"Just ants."

Spells that extract life and soul cannot be cast continuously in a short period of time, even though bronze-level beings must abide by certain rules.

For example, Sledar's magic is a bit lacking right now.

Ultimately, they weren't sea creatures skilled in magic, and their total magical power was somewhat lacking.

In addition, the spell that extracts life and soul was taught to Slaida by that whisper, and Slaida was unaware of the magical power it consumed before casting the spell.

“Brave…” Just as Nisha was pleasantly surprised to see Bray get up, Sledar had already mercilessly slapped her.

Fortunately, Nisha reacted quickly and raised her large shield in time, blocking some of the force.

Even so, Nisha was still knocked away.

After rolling around on the ground several times, Nisha coughed up blood and knelt down on one knee.

“…” Bray looked around.

No one was still standing.

“What a terrible sight.” Bray looked up at Sledar, who had climbed ashore.

“Are you grieving, you ant?” Sledar scornfully looked at Bray.

In Sledar's view, this man's overall strength was inferior to even that of the abused Nisa.

And that is indeed the case.

“If you can kill me, then everything will be returned to its rightful owner.” Sledar’s voice was utterly cold.

"Would you like to give it a try, you weakling?"

The blatant flirtatious remarks revealed that Sledar's personality had become somewhat twisted after her fall from grace.

Normally, sea creatures, aside from being a bit arrogant, wouldn't be this twisted.

Sledar wanted to see Bray struggle, struggle, struggle in his humble state.

“That’s great news.” Bray drew his longsword.

Holding the greatsword in his right hand and the longsword in his left, Bray took a deep breath.

“Unfortunately, you didn’t even have a chance to struggle.” Sledar’s tone suddenly rose.

Rune chains bound Bray.

Sledar could still use the imprisonment spell many more times.

"I guess I still can't handle magic," Bray sighed.

“Come again, battlefield of twilight,” Bray murmured softly.

But even though it was just a murmur, the sound echoed in Sledar and Nisa's ears.

The runic chains shattered into countless fragments in an instant.

Sleda and Nisa saw the scenery around them change at the same moment, in an instant.

The sky was a hazy yellow, filled with the constant cawing of crows; the crumbling brick walls held countless remnants of soldiers buried in the ground.

But half a second later, everything remained the same, without any change.

The weak humans before him remained unchanged.

Everything seemed like an illusion.

"What a bunch of tricks!!" Sledar couldn't stand being affected by human illusion magic.

Yes, Sledar mistook it for a human illusion spell.

However, what Sledar didn't consider was whether human illusion magic, unless it was divine magic, would have any effect on Bronze Saints.

"Get down on your knees!!!!!" Sledar shouted, raising his hand.

The runic chains extended once more.

If Sledar manages to lock down Bray this time, she'll deliver a punch without hesitation and kill him outright.

But as soon as Bray took a step, the corresponding spot on the ground instantly turned into a pile of broken bricks.

But in the next moment, it returned to normal.

The runic chains shattered into pieces once more.

As Bray started running, he carved a path across the ground that was both stylish and realistic.

The road was paved with stone bricks, and it seemed to have stood for countless years.

Unbeknownst to him, Bray had arrived before this enormous sea creature.

The road behind them disappeared.

"What is this?!" Sledar hadn't expected to encounter such an incomprehensible situation.

"Damn it!" Sledar exclaimed in exasperation.

Of course, if a wise man from the sea were here, he would surely tell Sleda what it was.

This is the world of mental images, a small world that even bronze beings rarely possess.

It has nothing to do with the strength of the race; it is a result of the intertwining of the craftsman's mindset and the master's mindset.

There are several prerequisites for the construction of the mental world.

First, the craftsman who creates the object and the master who uses it must resonate with each other in their mindset.

Then comes the development of one's own will, and then the recognition of that will.

None of these aspects are simple.

Even the most painstakingly crafted weapons made by bronze artisans, using techniques surpassing those of black iron artisans, cannot easily cultivate a fertile ground for the development of their own will.

Then, for this weapon to gain its own will, it also needs a master who can be considered a suitable master.

However, no one can understand what the conditions for determining this "correspondence" are.

What is clear is that it is very difficult for the mental world to appear.

However, there is no racial difference; powerful races like the Golden Race and weak races like the Black Iron Race can all possess it.

At this moment, the small world that should have been inside the sword was subtly influencing reality.

The only explanation is that Bray successfully projected his mental world onto reality.

When the sword's own will and the master's will are in harmony, the mental world can be projected.

The few inches of land around Bray was the dimly lit battlefield.

At this moment, the one wielding two swords walks across a desolate battlefield unseen by others. The mental world, it's hard to say, can grant its possessor any significant power.

Because this is just one world, a small world that can't even affect Kapras.

Even if Bray were in this mental world, he wouldn't experience any significant enhancements.

The surrounding patch of land may simply make Bray more familiar with walking around.

Perhaps every bit of air around him just made it more comfortable for Bray to breathe.

Yes, even Sleda understood perfectly well that the weak man before her hadn't become even a fraction stronger.

But what's with that frantic sense of alertness?

Unlike the Black Iron type, they remain completely unaware even when facing enemies many times stronger than themselves.

Bronze-type individuals have keen intuition and can easily detect danger.

Sledar was furious. This feeling made him very unhappy. Most importantly, Sledar should not be afraid of close combat!

He slammed both fists into Bray, the movements and trajectories incredibly fluid.

It completely fails to reflect the bulkiness that a large body should have.

"Clang—" But Sledar's punch was blocked by the greatsword.

The sword exuded a heavy weight, so heavy that even Sledar could not bear it.

Her bones shattered in an instant, and Sledar wore an expression of disbelief.

However, Bray's actions were not over yet.