A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Of course, such an improvement comes at a price: the body, already injured by the minefield, suffers a further deterioration.

"Roar!!! You must die!" But Sledar completely ignored his injuries; he was now prepared to die with Bray.

The scene of bronze and iron types exchanging their lives for each other—a seemingly unbelievable event—actually happened.

"Let's skip it, I don't want to die." Bray struggled to get up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

However, during this brief moment, Sledar came right up to Bray.

Sleda's path left a trail of afterimages and streaks of light.

It was even more incongruous than before; despite its enormous size, it was moving at a terrifying speed.

Its enormous form blocked out the light.

Looking at Sledar's ferocious face, Bray felt somewhat helpless.

To be honest, this is a huge thing, three stories high.

After that powerful punch, Bray didn't think he could take it.

The fierce attack that Bray had anticipated did not come.

"Boom!"

A muffled metallic sound rang in Bray's ears.

Nisha flew past Bray, her shield smashing to pieces.

At the last second, Nisha stood up and blocked the blow for Bray.

In order to get to Bray's side, Nisha barely even adjusted her posture.

Nisha, in her unorthodox defensive stance, took the punch that Sledda unleashed in anger.

"Please save everyone one more time," Nisa said weakly, curled up on the ground.

"..." Bray didn't say another word.

Bray just thought Nisha was a bit too rigid.

The issue now isn't whether to save him or not; rather, if Bray does nothing, he'll probably die too.

Saving lives might just be a side effect.

What a dedicated female knight! And she thinks too highly of herself.

"Wind God Style" "Wind Dance Leaf"

The style, which should have used two short swords, was forced into a use by Bray with a greatsword and a longsword.

A gentle breeze swept in, making Nisha feel somewhat comfortable and clearing her muddled mind a little.

And the one who stirred up this gust of wind was none other than Bray.

"You have no chance of hitting me!" Sledar shouted, and in the blink of an eye, he retreated more than a hundred meters away.

The speed was almost instantaneous, which Bray couldn't keep up with.

At this point, Bray had only swung his sword halfway.

But Bray showed no sign of stopping, and the next moment, his twin swords fell.

The wind stopped.

Countless sword marks exploded on Sledar's right hand.

Sledar was fast, but the wind was everywhere and inescapable!

"Wind God Style" "Stopping the Wind"

Bray spat out a mouthful of blood and sheathed his twin swords.

The fierce wind ripped apart Sledar's body.

After the unexpected gust of wind subsided, countless orbs of light gushed from Sledar's throat.

Those orbs of light are a mixture of spirits and life.

After hovering in mid-air for a long time, these orbs of light fell to the ground one by one and merged into the bodies of the fallen people.

The light barrier shattered, transforming into countless starlight.

However, despite their souls returning, the unconscious people still did not wake up.

Meanwhile, Sledar, shattered by the storm, was bound by countless chains.

Those chains were all pulled from the magic array in the river.

The chain slowly retracted, pulling Sledar's still-enormous body into the river.

With the final blow, Sledar was already dead, offering no resistance, and was thus pulled into the magic circle.

The magic circle was like a bottomless pit, engulfing Sledar's entire body.

Finally, the magic circle disappeared, all traces vanished, as if it had never existed.

"Cough cough..." Bray knelt down on the ground.

The frequent use of the magic array behind it was itself a burden for Elder Bray.

Now, both his physical strength and magical power are completely drained.

Given that he was hit by Sledar's old punch, it's already quite remarkable that he was still conscious.

"Everyone, how are you..." Nisha was also unable to get up.

Sledar's crazy attack was incredibly powerful.

Nisha's armor had long since cracked, revealing her undershirt.

"It should be fine," Bray sighed, somewhat uncertain.

Although that's what Sleda told Bray, no one can guarantee it's true.

Maybe Sledar was just teasing Bray.

“Should I…” Nisha rolled over.

“You’re showing too much skin.” Bray glanced at Nisha.

The armor cracked open, and the lining was torn, revealing large patches of naked white skin to Bray's eyes.

Unfortunately, Bray couldn't even turn his head.

“Hmm.” Surprisingly, Nisha wasn’t embarrassed about it.

"Mr. Bray."

"Can you tell me what all of these are?"

Bray fell silent. Of all those present who were still conscious, only Bray and Nisha remained sober.

"After hearing this, your life will probably become very bad," Bray remarked.

Yes, just hearing it might change your life.

Because thoughts and actions can undergo irreversible changes.

Just like not long ago, Bray was just an ordinary villager, an incredibly weak adventurer.

And now we have to risk our lives dealing with these damn things.

The worst part is that there isn't even a valid reason.

"To this day, I still don't understand why I'm fighting these guys."

Nisha was clearly stunned after hearing this.

“Mr. Bray, isn’t it to save others?” Nisha tried to ask.

"Don't worry, I've never had such a thought, and I'm not qualified to do so."

Bray, who had stood by and watched people die in the fortress, felt he had no right to talk about salvation.

"I just want to reduce the tragedies caused by trivial matters." Bray closed his right eye.

“If your path changes drastically afterward, would you still want to hear it?” Bray asked again.

This involves a question of worldview.

All established concepts will undergo a radical transformation.

This is especially true for people of faith.

“I want to know. I don’t want to stay so ignorant.” Nisha pondered for a long time.

At this moment, she was unaware of the immense impact the world she was about to explore would have on her.

"Unfortunately, I can't say now. We'll talk about it later. I'm very tired." Bray's voice was somewhat weak.

Before he could finish speaking, Bray knelt down and fainted.

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"Lady Nisha? Is your injury still serious?" Sen Aiwen looked at Nisha curiously.

About two days have passed since the incident, and the people of Skahn Village are extremely grateful to the Knights.

When everyone woke up and saw the conscious Nisa and the huge severed tail, they realized that Nisa had dealt with the monster.

Although Nisha's expression was clearly somewhat dazed at the time, everyone assumed it was because the battle was too intense and Nisha was exhausted.

"Uh...uh...maybe." Nisha covered her forehead and said absentmindedly.

"Knight Princess" still hasn't been able to fully digest everything Bray said.

Compared to Bray, who accepted it right away, Nisa was clearly too inexperienced. "What a disgrace, Bray! You were the first to charge when that monster appeared, and in the end, you got knocked out just like us." Naruko slapped Bray's back without any hesitation.

"Sister Naruko, Brother Bray is very strong. You know, even Lady Nisa was knocked away back then!" Marus offered his objective opinion.

"Yes, yes, I was just joking." Naruko pouted.

“You’re joking every day,” Bray said abruptly.

"Bray, are you leaving today?" Marus's mother asked after handing Bray a glass of milk.

Although Nisha was undoubtedly the greatest contributor in everyone's eyes, the people of Skane Village were still very grateful to Bray.

After all, Bray's performance was quite outstanding.

Without Bray, the two followers of those evil gods might have destroyed the entire village.

Recently, Marus's mother has been preparing lavish dinners for Bray and Naruko every day, and her attitude towards them has been anything but bad.

“Yes, we’re leaving today, not staying any longer.” Bray nodded.

"That's really strange. Sometimes you're not in a hurry to leave, and sometimes you're in a hurry to leave. What are you trying to do?" Naruko said irritably.

“I don’t want to be talked about like that by you.” Bray glanced at Naruko.

“The villagers have been warmly welcoming the Knights during this time. You could have joined in too, there’s no need to rush off,” Marus’s mother said after sitting down.

Although the village chief's death saddened everyone, they still wanted to express their gratitude to the knights who had saved the village.

"Well, I didn't really want to attend such a lively party." Bray rolled his dead fish eyes.

It's hard to believe that Bray was once a sunny young man.

He's a complete loser.

"Ugh, that's a terrible thought." Naruko shrank back.

"When are you planning to leave, you idiot?" Bray took a sip of milk.

“Of course I’ll leave with my beloved Cade!” Naruko said.

"Just as expected, it's the usual routine." Bray sighed helplessly.

"Who was it that initially told me to suppress my **?"

"Well..." Naruko's eyes darted around.

"Alright, I'll pack my bags and be going." Bray said, finishing his milk in one gulp.

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Standing at the entrance of the village, Bray was about to embark on a long journey.