Overgeared

Chapter 125

The pope shouted.

“Don’t you know who I am? I am Pope Drevigo! I am the parent of 70 million people and as the agent of the goddess, the most sacred being in the world! You dare point a sword at me? This infidel, you aren’t afraid of divine punishment!”

“Hrmm.” Grid listened quietly before saying something. “You spat at me.”

“W-What? Disgraceful person!”

He had never been insulted like this until now. A paladin was helping the traitor and now this? The pope’s head turned red with anger.

“I will punish you myself! Don’t think about leaving here alive!”

Grid glared at him coldly. “You are always talking about divine punishment… Pope, you haven’t grasped the situation yet? I have come here to inflict divine punishment on you. You are the one who will be punished, not me. So shouldn’t you act a little better? Tsk.”

It wasn’t just the pope who wasn’t happy with this situation. Grid felt the same. If the pope was a normal person, it would’ve been easy to clear the quest to get the pavranium blessed. However, the pope was a corrupt man and endangered the Rebecca Church, causing Grid to struggle unnecessarily because of the quest changing.

“The introduction I received from my father-in-law is useless… You, this is really annoying.”

Peeng!

Grid nervously squeezed Dainsleif. Then his sword aimed at the pope. But the pope wasn’t going to stand still. He responded by launching light magic power.

Kwa kwang!

A powerful explosion occurred as a white flash and black flash collided. Due to the aftermath, 10m of the long carpet was burnt to pieces. The remnants of the carpet fell like red eyes looking at Grid with disapproval.

‘My sword was blocked?’

Grid’s sword was enhanced by the red lightning bolt and Damian’s buff skill. The fact that he couldn’t win against the pope’s magic was basically proof that the pope’s magic power was stronger than Grid’s sword.

‘My attack power right now is higher than Malacus’ magic power. Malacus himself would fail to stop me, even if he unfolded a three-layer shield.’

Grid couldn’t understand it. His increased insight showed that the pope had a combat power of 24,000. Given Damian’s combat power of 12,500 as a level 227 ranker, 24,000 didn’t seem very high. Just looking at the numerical value, two Damians would be able to exert combat power over the pope.

‘Based on Damian… The Tzedakah Guild has an average combat power of 12,000 at the time of the Malacus raid…’

17 guild members were involved in the Malacus raid. If the average 12,000 combat power of each person was combined, the total combat strength would be over 200,000. But didn’t they get overwhelmed by Malacus’ strength, even with a combined combat power of over 200,000?

In other words, Malacus should have at least 200,000 combat power and the pope in front of him should be 10 times weaker than Malacus because he only had 24,000 combat power. But after an exchange of blows, the pope felt stronger than Malacus. It was curious.

‘Well…’

Grid’s high insight allowed him to understand the concept of combat power.

‘A small gap in combat power is, in reality, a large gap to cover.’

Grid’s assertion was correct. While Rebecca’s Daughters, the pope, and Damian’s attack power were all valued in the tens and hundreds of thousands, actual combat power was delicate enough to feel when there was even a single digit difference.

The concept of combat power wasn’t 1+1=2.

Let’s assume that an attack power of 1 was an ant and an attack power of 2 was a praying mantis. It was impossible for two ants to beat a praying mantis.

Therefore, combat power was 1+1 < 2.

This was how the 17 Tzedakah Guild members were overwhelmed by the lone Malacus.

“The sum of combat power is meaningless. 17 cats gathered together can’t beat one elephant. And the pope is a top predator that can devour an elephant. Isn’t he incredibly strong?”

“Cat? Elephant? What are you saying?”

The pope couldn’t understand Grid’s words. Grid grinned at his confusion. “I am a cat or an elephant. This is an opportunity to gauge which one.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Infidel, are you crazy?”

“Don’t worry too much about it.”

learning that the pope was much stronger than Malacus. Rather, his blood was boiling

wonder how far my strength will

to use his weapons freely during the Guardian of the

Pepeng! Pepepeng!

different orbits. Some flew to the front, to the side and to the rear of the pope. Unless the pope had eyes all over the place, it was impossible to intercept them all

the pope was more formidable than Grid expected. The pope continuously unfolded his light magic power and intercepted Grid’s energy

“This won’t work!”

was emitted along with the

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

power spread like sunlight and shattered

brilliant light that was slowly disappearing and truly admired it. “Really

discouraged? No, that

have to do my

a unique buff skill just for Pagma’s Descendant. He could only

“Blacksmith’s Rage!”

power and attack speed

“Ohhhh!”

Pepepeng! Pepepepeng!

which he wielded Dainsleif. It

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

poured down like a heavy rain due

“Hah…”

turned white. He continuously fired light magic, but the speed of the light magic couldn’t keep up with Grid’s speed.

the

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

the energy swords, causing the power of light to be

become

again and again. The pope’s terrible scream echoed in the hall as notification windows

dealt 13,300

have dealt 13,910

have dealt 14,080

is activated, causing

have dealt

[Critical!]

dealt

pope’s health gauge was dwindling at an incredible pace. Grid was able to determine the pope’s total health by comparing the amount of damage suffered to the pope’s

‘Is it around 300,000?’

total health greater than 1.2 million. But it was a golem, not a

catch him with around 20

be able to overcome

expecting victory. He attacked the pope relentlessly and the health gauge ended up dropping to a quarter. Then the duration

drive in the last wedge

with gold thread had been torn to pieces a long time ago. Grid ran towards him. He narrowed the interval to 10m in a short amount of

“Pagma’s Swordsmanship, Kill!”

Kuooooh!

surrounded Dainsleif. The moment Dainsleif was about to be stabbed into the

“Goddess’ Breath…!”

Then the pope’s health

heal that restores hundreds of

translucent shield was unfolded and completely neutralized Kill. Grid was scared. “What skill is this? Damn, is he

used the invincible skill only meant for guardian knights! Grid was surprised by the unexpected move and retreated. Then

fully protects my body and soul. No matter what you do, you

fundamentally a priest. If Rebecca’s Daughters were the peak of the paladins, the pope was the peak of the priests. The bloody

doing? Kill that

“…”

evil existence that made their church corrupt. But no matter how depraved the pope, he was obviously an agent of the goddess. The high rankings

What are you doing? Are you just doing to

he looked at all the opponents in front of him. Damian, who had been watching Grid with

“I’m sorry!”

level 150 had overwhelmed the pope! What the hell was Grid’s identity? It was suspicious. Despite his deep skepticism and confusion, Damian added his power to Grid’s in

Chaaeng! Chaeng chaeng!