Overgeared

Pounding Mortar. It was the Free Farming technique that the legendary farmer Piaro created. It was a technique that created a mortar that was as big as a house in the sky. It lasted for two seconds and the radius was 180 meters. The most remarkable aspect of this technique was that it could distinguish between allies, despite the overwhelming range of the skill.

Jjirak. Jjirak.

‘What?’

Noll who was only aiming for Grid. A large shadow appeared over his head and the air became heavy.

Kurururung!

Thunder. No, the sound was more artificial, intense, and threatening than thunder. Noll instinctively felt fear and created Blood Shield.

Kurururung!

An unimaginable weight hit the Blood Shield.

Jjejeok! Jjejejejeok!

Jjejejejeoook!

The Blood Shield shattered. Blood Shield was a magic and robust defense created to protect the direct descendants!

‘What strength is this?’

Originally, Noll would ask this question. But Noll had no doubt about the power that destroyed Blood Shield with one blow. It was due to the terrible pain.

“...!!”

Kwajak!

Kurururung!

Kwajajajajak!

The unbearable pressure crushed Noll’s skin, flesh, and bones. Noll couldn’t even scream. As soon as his mouth opened, the pressure caused his eyes to bulge out. It was useless to grit his teeth.

Kwajajak!

Noll continued to be squashed. The body that had been floating in the air was pressed close to the ground, while the ground continued to sink in like a meteorite attack.

Peeng!

Pepepepeng!

Hundreds of vampires and familiars around Noll were already turning to grey. It was the scene of a massive number of enemies being crushed to death.

“Kuk...! Kuaaaaah!”

Noll tried to endure and let out a loud scream. It was to emit magic and defy this transcendent power. Then the duration of Pounding Mortar was over.

“Pant... Pant... Pant...”

it. His red eyes looked around as his body shook. The city, familiars, and vampires were all ashes.

deadly to a vampire... Did that guy bring one of Rebecca’s

“...”

powerful enough to almost crush him must be divine power. That’s what Noll believed. It was a reasonable idea

unusual since it has sucked in a large amount of

“...?”

descendants and humans was too big. And Noll

his current state. In fact, the vast majority of the thousands of soldiers who entered the city were frozen in place. All of them were

farm here, I might be able to

“...”

The clothes he wore were covered with dirty and his hands

interesting. It’s certainly

“...”

about human society. But he still had common sense. He instinctively perceived that a human armed with strange tools and the old, dirty attire was a slave or lower

"...All humans are crazy.”

that the Rebecca’s believer who used the technique would need a long time to reuse it. Noll

will drink this slave’s blood

hand lightly to destroy the slave smelling the ground, intending to leap over

“What?”

The dirty human who didn’t even have a weapon

Puk.

“Eek!”

hit by the unknown tool and suffered terrible pain. He forgot his dignity and let out an unseemly scream. Then he moved away from the slave. He

his attack so painful because he has divine

looked like a slave was actually one of Rebecca’s

dogs always wear

“...”

After Pounding Mortar, Grid and the Overgeared members watched

are all

resistance wasn’t so high, he might’ve suspected that he was caught by a spell without knowing it. But as it happened, Noll was highly resistant to magic. It was safe to say that there was no possibility of him being enchanted. This confused Noll even more. How was that human called Grid able to draw some many supporters and what was the identity of the powerful force that crushed the vampires and familiars? More than anything

“You... Who are you?”

the slave was the thing he was most curious about. The man mistaken for being

“A farmer.”

“Farmer?”

“Yes.”

"A farmer...!”

humans to live and there was a group of humans who grew the

“This crazy guy!”

confusion. It was the first time since Noll was born that he met such a

I will

Kuwaaaaaang!

roared. It was the manifestation of the high grade blood magic that only the

Kurururuk!

the damn madman who appeared once in one hundred years would disappear without a trace.