Overgeared

Blood flowed under the blazing sun and screams echoed.

Grid wore a bizarre half mask that made it unknown if he was laughing or crying. Every time his sword swung in a half circle, 10 soldiers died. Sometimes it was 20 soldiers when he drew a full moon. The shark-shaped blue greatsword tore the soldiers’ armor apart.

"There were rumors that his swordsmanship is strong.”

Well, he already had a reputation for having great swordsmanship. But there was one thing that was hard to identify.

“What are the white spheres circling around him?”

Baron Duka. He was one of Eternal’s great swordsman that emerged after Chucksley. He earned Duke Lucilliv’s favor thanks to his strength and was promised the title of an earl after this war. Of course, this was on the premise that his performance was sufficient. If he could directly cut off Grid’s head, he would become a marquis instead of an earl.

Baron Duka watched Grid with interest while his deputy spoke up.

"According to the analysis of the magicians, it’s estimated to be Magic Missile. It’s probably through an artifact like Fly magic.”

“Hoh... Magic Missile that isn’t immediately launched.”

There were exactly 113 white spheres around Grid. The reason was clear. It was to help in combat. Grid intended to protect his own body and release a Magic Missile when he was in a crisis.

‘There are also the four golden hands called the God Hands.’

Every hand guarded Grid’s rear while holding hammers. The amazing thing was that the hammers swung by the God Hands killed the soldiers.

‘Strong.’

It was a perfect harmony between strong swordsmanship and overwhelming artifacts. Grid had great power as a legend.

'It might be different if he was armed with ordinary weapons. Still, I wouldn’t dare fight him alone.’

But Baron Duka wasn’t afraid of Grid. There were 100,000 troops here. Grid would kill the soldiers surging like a tsunami and become exhausted. It was impossible for Grid to block all the attacks. Right now, he was accumulating wounds by allowing the attacks from magicians and archers.

‘In the next few hours, he will become exhausted.’

Then he would bring the knights and easily overpower Grid.

“Hmm?”

Baron Duka smiled wickedly at the thought.

Step step.

He heard someone coming up the stairs. The clock tower in the central square. Baron Duka came him in order to see the battlefield at a glance and ordered his troops not to let anyone up. Then who was coming up?

‘Marquis Bera?’

There was no one else who would be authorized. Baron Duka naturally thought that the owner of the footsteps was a noble like himself. However, that wasn’t it. The clock tower had six floors. A soldier came to the spot where Baron Duka and his deputy were standing.

It was a soldier wearing leather armor. A private with a low status who was conscripted.

‘How did a soldier come here?’

The deputy went forward to question the soldier on Baron Duka’s behalf.

"It’s scandalous to leave your position during a war. What unit do you belong to? No, why did you come here in the first place?”

A non-regular soldier, Ars. He answered while pointing his spear.

"I am a soldier serving under Grid. The reason I came here today is to take Baron Duka’s head.”

“...?”

Bark bark.

Why did he hear the sound of a dog barking? The absurd introduction of the soldier made Baron Duka and his deputy go blank.

“Haha.”

laughed. Of course, it wasn’t a laugh

“You’re crazy.”

an angry expression and pulled

spy! I will have

a master with the sword. He could

Seokeok!

The sharp sword reached Ars’ neck in an instant. The deputy didn’t think much of it. The soldier in front of him would

‘Eh?’

the soldier whose head should’ve been cut off?

Duk.

of the deputy fell to the ground. That’s right. The deputy hadn’t realized his head was

“...What’s your identity?”

to cut off the deputy’s head. Baron Duka stared at the scattered ashes of his deputy and then the bloody spear. Ars picked up

"Nonsense!”

Baron Duka’s eyes. His sword headed

Chaaeng!

the spear to block the two swords at once and

swordsmanship is poor compared to

Ars had been growing steadily while serving

“You are...! Kirinus!”

on the continent

Spearsmanship 3rd style, Splitting the Seven

Peeeeeong!

straight line. This was the technique that Nautilus of the Red Knights couldn’t withstand, so

"Kuaaaack!"

finished his mission and descended the clock tower. His next target was Earl Carrion. The earl had become a great swordsman one step ahead of Baron Duka. Ars would wipe out anyone who could

***

I thought.

users who played the game were more afraid of death than anything else. They were frightened of losing

troops alone. But his fear disappeared as he fought. He displayed his overwhelming power and felt pleasure

[Critical!]

causing the

dealt 155,900 damage to the

149,540 damage

[You have dealt...]

were poor compared to Grid. Grid’s basic damage was like skill damage and all the soldiers within

"Magic Missile."

Magic Missile which didn’t consume any stamina because it was the lowest level magic. His maximum

“You monster!”

“Die!”

Puk! Puuok!

Kraugel. He had ranker level control, but that didn’t mean he was a god. He couldn’t completely block the

suffered 230

have suffered 155

very well.

after receiving damage from many people at

has risen to Lv.

experience of Tiramet's Belt (Unique) has

skill experience and item’s experience rose at a tremendous pace. Grid

more level today and Tiramet’s Belt might

no matter what weapon was worn. Magic Mastery was a passive skill

growth. He was able to reduce the stress of having demonic power rise every time he killed a person. At

them are a match

100,000 troops. It was literally just numbers. There

‘Are there no knights?’

spoke to the curious Grid. ‘The enemies are waiting for you

‘I know.’

mind and saw the soldiers rushing at

are using