Overgeared

The 2nd ranked black magician, Dolce, was very unhappy with this quest. Why did he have to protect the entrance while the others raided the Vatican?

‘I’m not a mere dog!’

Dolce had won the position of the 2nd ranked black magician with his talent and efforts. As the second-best among thousands of competitors, he was proud to be a genius. In the first place, black magicians found it harder to hunt than warriors, so it was great that he had reached his third advancement.

Yet he had to protect the entrance? Why did he need to block the entrance? Would the enemy even come here?

‘Dammit! How long are they planning to waste a talent like me?’

Wasting time while doing nothing was extremely annoying. Dolce’s complaints increased greater and greater in number as dozens of minutes passed by. He was jealous of Rose, who had broken into the Vatican and would get tremendous rewards.

‘If I just get a chance to become active...’

He would be as active as Rose, become one of Yatan’s Servants, and eventually surpass Rose! Dolce was filled with this conviction. His confidence was based on a realistic analysis, not arrogance. The former 1st ranked black magician, Yura, felt like an inescapable wall while Rose had no such force. Dolce didn’t think he was even worse than Rose. He just didn’t get a chance because he was unlucky.

‘A chance. If I get a chance, my position would be reversed with Rose right now... Huh?’

While Dolce was blaming his luck and was just carrying out his mission without any motivation, he sensed something.

Someone had crossed the barrier established at the foot of the mountain the Vatican was on, yet there was no notification window about the barrier being destroyed. It meant that the intruder was entitled to cross the barrier, which signified they were evil and likely to be on the side of the Yatan Church.

‘Was someone assigned a trivial task like me?’

They must be quite angry. Dolce got up from his rock sulkily, wondering who had joined him in this petty task.

“Hey.”

A black outfit...? The appearance of his colleague in the darkness couldn’t be distinguished from this distance. Dolce frowned and tried to get closer. Then the moonlight shone through the rain clouds and revealed a newcomer wearing a crown on his head. The beautiful red and black jewels on the crown absorbed the moonlight and glowed brightly.

[You have been confused by the target! You have become defenseless. You can’t take any action, and your defense and magic resistance are reduced by 40%.]

“...!?”

The biggest variable in combat was a person’s status. The consequences of being caught in an abnormal state were severe, and the essence of winning a battle was to overcome it quickly. The 2nd ranked black magician, Dolce, couldn’t be unaware of this fact. Like other rankers, he raised his resistance to various conditions to the extreme. Thus, he hadn’t expected to become ‘confused’ just by looking at a person.

Was this at the same level as the ‘medusa’ that petrified a target by looking at them? Dolce was so creeped out that he got goosebumps. He felt like his breathing was going to stop, but there was one piece of good news.

[There is one second remaining for the confused state.]

The level of the confusion wasn’t very high. Dolce’s high resistance meant he was only affected by it for one second. Dolce was safe since the unknown person was 15 meters away from him. He judged that he could escape from the confusion and use magic before the person reached him.

confirmed

it took unusually long for this one second to pass. Dolce braced himself and searched the face of the target that was getting closer and closer. The person had developed jaw muscles, a high nose, and sharp eyes. The sharp black eyes looked coldly at the 2nd ranked black magician

person with this combination of features and was astonished for two reasons. The first reason was that the finally visible ID of the enemy

‘Fast?’

been standing 15 meters away, moved and arrived right in front of Dolce in one

a man who wore demonic energy that was darker than night. He crushed the sky above the sky and rose above him. The Overgeared

with him were caught up in the black energy blades. Their mission had been to prepare for the enemy’s intrusion. Unlike Dolce’s thoughts, it wasn’t a trivial

‘Can they endure it?’

cope with this enemy? Yatan’s Servants were strong, but Rebecca’s Daughters

it was significant that he endured a blow and managed to send the signal flare. What

smiled with satisfaction at his own judgment and turned to gray. The

“They are nobodies.”

Dolce, the first thing they did was attack the intruder with magic. Normally, after simultaneously casting different curses, they would thoroughly neutralize the target. Then the black knights would finish off the target with their

“It didn’t work?”

an effect? The black magicians were astonished at the black-haired man who resisted

practiced countless times and flew toward the target the moment

“...!”

a speed that was difficult to follow with their eyes and avoided the attacks. Then he drew a circle with his sword and cut all the black

“Cough...!”

knights. Divine magic had defensive spells which increased the physical ability of the caster in the initial stage, whereas early black magic often reduced

sword strike, a

black magicians watched their colleagues suffer greatly, they felt

Black waves of energy poured out in all directions, destroying the black magicians, the trees,

“Irene!! Lord...!”

‘Please be safe.’

summoned Overgeared Corn and rushed forward

***

the fists that were striking it continuously, but the symbols of the pope—the silver armor and large shield—were being crushed. Hill’s fists, that flew at a rate of 12 times per second, were definitely fast and powerful.

use, but

‘Is it a skill?’

Whenever he swung his fists, he entered a super-armored state which resisted CC. Hill punched 12 times

think about it,

two steps back to offset the shockwave delivered through the shield, he was convinced

moment it activates, super-armor is triggered. The skill will hit 12 times, then there is a cooldown of

skill. Damian speculated that Hill had the greatest attack

pattern,

could cope with. 12 fists were swung per second unconditionally, and they weren’t easy to defend or fight back against as the timing to counterattack was only a one-second gap. Unfortunately for Pope Damian, he didn’t have a skill which dealt powerful damage in one blow. He lacked attack power

is bad. This can’t

he couldn’t defeat Hill, then it was better for him to help his allies or kill the black magicians. However, who could deal with Hill