A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Eighteen Styles" "Two-Stage Division"

The two swords swung back and forth, and in an instant, within a range of tens of meters, reality was assimilated into the image of a battlefield.

The projection of the mental image disappeared, and Sledar's flesh was easily torn open, with blood gushing from her serpentine lower body.

Not only the greatsword, but even the seemingly light and broken longsword exuded a sense of weight.

The weight that should have been present on the greatsword was also present on the longsword.

The heaviness of "Beers" comes from the mental world it embodies.

The solemnity and somber atmosphere of the battlefield are presented in a physical sense on the sword.

In the world of mental imagery, this solemnity and gravity can also be applied to other swords.

At this moment, the mental world was no longer hidden within the sword, but projected onto Bray's side.

"Don't get too cocky!!!! You damned Black Ironborn!!" Sledar roared in fury.

Being killed by Bray felt like being bitten by an ant, a humiliation that Sledar experienced.

The frantic whispers in her ear made Sleda even more agitated.

"Kill the person who insulted you."

—"Follow your heart's desire, that desire to kill."

"No, no one can insult you."

"Rune Speed"

Sledar's movements instantly became agile, moving at a speed disproportionate to her size.

As she moved at incredible speed, a pale blue streak of light even trailed behind her.

Just as humans have martial arts skills, sea creatures naturally also have martial arts skills.

Moreover, they may be far more advanced than humans.

Unlike her previous simple and brutal attacks that resembled those of a wild beast, Sledar's attacks became more cunning.

However, what Sledar didn't know was that, in terms of skill, while Bray wasn't several streets ahead of him, he was still far superior.

Sledar missed a single shot on Bray.

Sledar was indeed quick, but all her attacks seemed to be anticipated, and Bray dodged them in just a few steps.

The shockwave that erupted was easily dispelled by Bray's longsword.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Sledar roared, unleashing a frenzied tremor.

For a fleeting moment, everything around seemed to slow down because of that angry roar.

Of course, this is an illusion, just a little trick Sledar used.

The illusion created by a momentary shock to the mind.

However, those who don't know the story might be surprised and moved by the fact that Sledda slowed down time.

Unfortunately, this does not include Bray.

“You’re the one who always underestimates people,” Bray sighed.

With a light step, it created a deep pit in the ground.

Bray stood firm amidst the gale and the tremors.

“No, I should say you’re the ones who are looking down on us.” Bray stared at the tall Sledar.

"Insignificant, insignificant, of course I know that!"

Neither the two inexplicable creatures from before, nor this sea creature, took such insignificant lives seriously.

Life is often worthless, and Bray certainly knew this, very clearly and profoundly.

But so what?

Bray knew very well that the life, obsession, and even existence of the Black Iron race were utterly meaningless to Sledar.

The person who steps on an ant will not feel guilty for their action; at least, Sledar will not.

Admittedly, watching those weak beings struggle can be interesting, even moving.

But when a person is bitten hard by an ant or annoyed by it, they will mercilessly trample on this annoying creature.

“So, what are you?” Bray said calmly.

"Our Master, what are you hoping for in all that you have been, are, and will strive for in the future?"

—"Praise? Reward?"

"However, Master, no one will ever know what you have done."

“Expectations? I’ve never expected anything,” Bray murmured.

Why should we have expectations when doing these things?

"Master, a perfect answer." This is the answer that "Beers" longed to hear.

This is just like what Carlogaris said back then.

"I have never had any expectations for what I have done. I have already achieved my goal, so what more could I want?"

Regardless of whether others think this statement makes sense.

However, for Beers, this is the perfect answer.

"So, you are able to inherit this mental world that should have been forever silent, our Master."

“I’ll kill you.” Bray stared at Sledar with dead fish eyes and uttered that simple, brutal sentence.

The tattoo on her back began to shimmer with a pale golden light. Sledar's massive frame clashed with Bray's.

Sledar moved with incredible speed because she was blessed with magical enhancements.

But Bray's movements were not slow at all. Those two swords clearly looked heavy, but Bray swung them as fast as daggers.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Lion's Lament"

Bray raised his greatsword from below, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of the sword cleaving through the wind was like the roar of a lion.

Sledar was sent flying by a single blow.

Even that massive body couldn't withstand the power of "Beers" sword in Bray's hand.

Sleda's eyes began to redden, and the whispers in her ear grew increasingly frantic.

Sledar, lying on the ground, glared menacingly at Bray, raising her hand.

“Die, you ants!!” Sledar said sinisterly.

Before she knew it, Sledar's magic had been restored to some extent.

Suddenly, Sledar used a spell to extract life and soul.

Moreover, it was only used on Bray, and its power was incomparable to that of before.

The surrounding vegetation withered and was pulled out into clusters of light, and even the fish in the river were like that.

This time, Sledar can be said to have really stepped up his game.

However, no matter what Sleda did, she didn't feel like she had successfully pulled Bray's life or soul into existence.

"!?!" Despite Sledar's utter astonishment, Bray still rushed up to her.

"Impossible! Why!!!" Sledar exclaimed in bewilderment.

"This is the battlefield for the guardians," Bray said indifferently.

"Give me more dignity, sea creatures."

Both the imprisoning spell and the extraction spell were removed upon contact with the mental projection around Bray.

It's not that Bray is currently immune to spells; the mental world hasn't been able to affect the Kapras world to this extent.

Rather, it was the magic Sledar used that didn't fit the atmosphere of "Twilight Battlefield".

Insidious and evil spells are ineffective on this solemn and somber battlefield.

Because this is the ancient battlefield where the guardians fought to the death, and nothing can desecrate its solemnity.

Flames? Sure.

A spear? Sure.

As long as it's a fair fight, you don't need to pay attention to Bray's mental image, like Sledar's old punch.

"Boom!" Sledar flipped over and slammed his fist into the ground, kicking up dust.

In combat, one's vision is easily obstructed.

But the cold glint of the sword's blade shone through the dust.

"Eighteen Styles" and "Mikazuki"

It seemed as if dusk had arrived in an instant.

Sledar's timely turn saved her from a fatal attack.

However, the long tail was cut in two.

"Aaaaaah!!! Damn it! What did you do?!" Just like the horns of a demon or the wings of an angel, the tail of a sea creature is of utmost importance.

It is a symbol of dignity.

After losing her long tail, Sledar clearly had difficulty moving.

Before, Sledar had considered escaping into the river, but now, all he wanted was to tear this despicable man to pieces.

Unfortunately, while Sledar was still raging, Bray silently swung his knife again.

The ground was cracked by the heavy blow.

Sledar let out a wail as her chest was ripped open.

“It’s time to return it.” Bray looked at Sledar coldly.

"Ugh!! It's so noisy! Stop whispering in my ear!" Sledar yelled, covering her ears.

“And you! Very well!” Sledar swung her right arm, sweeping the ground ruthlessly.

However, such a simple attack, apart from the aftershocks affecting the mine laying, cannot hit the target.

"Die! Rune Acceleration ...

These kinds of enhancement spells cannot be stacked arbitrarily.

Because the body's strength cannot keep up.

However, Sledar no longer wants to think about that.

"Die, you ants!" Sledar's voice echoed throughout the entire area.

Sledar, having lost its tail, burst forth with astonishing speed.

In Bray's view, such speed was almost like teleportation.

Similarly, there's Sledar's fist.

With a blur of motion, Sledar slammed into Bray.

No matter how skillful you are, it seems to be useless in the face of overwhelming speed.

Without any suspense, Bray was knocked away.

After smashing the surrounding statues, Bray smashed directly onto the light shield.

Bray coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Even with years of training while carrying a greatsword, Bray's physique is still not particularly strong.

Sledar's attack nearly killed Bray.

"I'm about to throw up my guts..." Bray muttered under his breath, then slid to the ground.

However, while Bray was in a terrible state, Sledar wasn't much better off.

By forcibly stacking "rune speed" several times, Sledar's speed was almost like teleportation.