Overgeared

Chapter 505

“Private?”

Nautilus was stunned and asked again.

“You’re a soldier in the army?”

A soldier who called himself Ars. His eyes were the only thing that could be seen through the deep helmet and he shook his head.

“No.”

‘That’s right. I heard wrong...’

“I’m a private, not a soldier.” (TL: Unsure of this. It seems to be some type of word game in Korean)

“You crazy guy! Making puns!”

It didn’t matter what he called himself. The fact that he said he was a soldier was the problem. A soldier was strong enough to block the sword of the 9th ranked Red Knight? It was something that had never happened in the 41 years he lived.

“You’re deceiving me! I know that you are the one who stopped my sword twice before! Reveal your true identity! That is only polite!”

Nautilus threw a dagger as he shouted. It was the poisoned dagger that made Lauel paralyzed for a while. Private Ars drew a circle with his spear and blocked it. No, Asmophel clicked his tongue.

"You’re talking about politeness? How shameless.”

Asmophel’s discerning eyes could tell that this robed man was a knight. He was a knight that learned the swordsmanship of the Saharan Empire. In the old days, it was inconceivable that a Red Knight would use hidden throwing weapons. This was inconsistent with an honorable act.

‘The Red Knights have become corrupt.’

Asmophel smiled bitterly and mourned.

‘Indeed, the Red Knights are different than before.’

All the chivalrous knights had been framed by Empress Marie and were dead or scattered. The Red Knights of the present day only had the same name. Otherwise, it was a completely new organization with different tendencies.

‘Marie...’

The damn woman who killed all their families and friends!

‘On the day that Grid devours the Saharan Empire, I will surely take everything back... Heok.’

Asmophel shook his head as he fell into his thoughts.

‘Right now, I’m Private Ars.’

A private didn’t need to think about the empire’s empress. Most ordinary soldiers in the world didn’t even know the face or name of the empress! Asmophel took a deep breath and stuck to his current role as Nautilus flew towards him.

"Daring to think in front of me!”

Syuok!

Syuok!

Nautilus’ sword aimed for two points. The ends of the Y blade were only aimed for weak spots like the heart, throat, and eyes. The grains of sand that rose up were split in half every time.

‘Great skills.’

Regas, Pon, and Faker felt admiration. The level of the robed NPC was estimated to be at least 400. The strength of a fourth advancement class was overwhelming for the Overgeared members, who were still only in the third advancement. But the Overgeared members were shocked by the soldier, not the robed man.

‘Why is a soldier so strong?’

Regas,

stand there blankly? Go help the guild members

“Y-Yes...”

presence on the battlefield, the robed man, was being kept in check by a

is

“Ars.”

"So who is Ars?”

“I don’t know.”

Grid pick up another named

any case,

three men who misunderstood separated. On the other hand, the battle between Nautilus and

Chaeeeeeng!

that had a wide range. The

your identity? How is someone like you hiding in a

"Private Ars of Reidan.”

repeating the same bullshit! You’re too strong to be a

strong as me if

learned these techniques, which collected the merits of the ‘Imperial Spearsmanship Style’ that was passed down to only a handful of knights recognized by the Saharan

was high and not one soldier had learned it to a good level yet. Of course, Asmophel had a complete

Spearsmanship 2nd style.

Peeng!

spear and a wave of energy shook Nautilus’

“What?

Asmophel’s attack. Then his eyes widened. It was because Asmophels’s spear, which was in contact with his sword, curved and stabbed

‘This is bad...!’

Puok!

“Keok!”

he predicted Asmophel’s movements and counterattacked. However, Asmophel was able to avoid

are forever dancing in

"Ugh."

grabbed and asked about the strongest knights on the continent, they would all say the Red Knights. And among the Red Knights, Nautilus was the 9th strongest. Nautilus was confident that there were only around 30 people stronger than him on the continent. Yet

is someone like

stigma of a ‘solo number knight defeated by a soldier.’ It was absurd. Nautilus decided to flee and used Aura Rage, threatening Asmophel by erupting aura everywhere, creating a sand

gap to

he’d disturbed Asmophel’s view and ran

Knight to show his back. Originally, a Red Knight should have the instinct to ignore the limit and exceed

damn voice was heard right above

did he escape from the bombardment of Aura

child went down Nautilus’ spine as Asmophel stabbed his spear several

Papang!

Papapapang!

twice, three times, four times, ten times!

Puuoooook!

"Kuoooak!" Shit! Shitt!”

pouring down on him, but Asmosphel was too fast. Nautilus

"Reidan’s Spearsmanship 3rd style.”

Kurururu!

light. It was the

aura...? This

identity would be exposed and didn’t wear the Red Armor, the symbol of the Red Knights. Now he felt disappointed

Puoook!

split Nautilus’ chest in

"Kuaaaack!"

suffered catastrophic damage and collapsed. He belatedly thought. 'Yes, this is

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