Overgeared

“...!?” Agnus was startled as he faced Fenrir. He sensed Fenrir’s strength and thought it would be dangerous if even a bit of Fenrir’s blood and vital breath wrapped around his body.

‘Vampire?’

A death knight appeared and confronted Fenrir. Agnus’ death knights were those who dominated their respective eras. They suppressed the high-ranked players and played a sufficient role against a number of boss monsters. Yet this death knight was helpless in front of Fenrir.

Fenrir caught the death knight’s skull and cracked it with just his grip. The sword wielded by the death knight slashed at Fenrir’s chest, but Fenrir’s attack pierced the death knight's ribs one step ahead. The death knight lost its power and did little harm to Fenrir.

A pillar of blood surged and completely destroyed the death knight’s skull. The death knight resisted Fenrir despite losing its head, but Fenrir wasn’t someone who could be hit by a blindly wielded sword. Fenrir destroyed the death knight easily and leaped at Agnus once again. Then a new death knight appeared and blocked Fenrir’s path.

“Resistance is meaningless so don’t bother,” Fenrir stated.

Agnus ignored him and looked at the notification window.

[You have encountered Vampire Duke Marie Rose.]

[You have encountered Vampire Marquis Fenrir.]

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“...”

Agnus now realized the frog’s foresight. He never dreamed that he would meet the descendants of the exile so soon.

‘Damn, why now…’

Agnus glared at Marie Rose like he was going to kill her. “Has the black thing already been hunted by you?”

The black thing—the dark elf Beniyaru—was very strong. She was close to level 500 and had mastered all types of archery, elementalism, and black magic. In particular, she showed a much greater attack power than a typical elf. There was a reason why Agnus had lost to her seven times. Yet even she couldn’t handle these people.

Fenrir alone felt similar to her, and Marie Rose was several times stronger than Fenrir. Additionally, the person called ‘Zikfrector’ seemed unusual.

“Answer me. I asked if you have killed the black thing.” Agnus’ eyes were filled with confusion and anger. This was the final piece of the puzzle to revive his lover. He struggled to maintain his sense of reason when he thought it might be gone. His eyes filled with tears. He wanted to smash the entire world to pieces and scream until his throat was torn apart.

his temper and summoned all his death knights before rushing at Marie Rose. He wasn’t afraid despite knowing there was

“Die! Die! Die!!”

to launch a barrage of attacks at Marie Rose.

that his limbs were bound. Thorns spread through Agnus’ blood like a spiderweb

extent of Baal’s Contractor...? By the way, the

hurt such a trivial guy? It felt like Baal wouldn’t blink at all. The question arose, but Marie Rose still

to her mother. Marie Rose had no intention of seeking revenge by searching for those who expelled her

Marie Rose’s command, Fenrir shoved his hand into Agnus’

coughed up black-red blood. As he felt the pain of his flesh being dug into

now unable to resist the violence that was being ruthlessly wielded by the powerful.

needed to hunt one elf. Agnus regained the madness that he had recently lost. “Kahahat!

weathered. His blood evaporated, and his skin and flesh rotted and disappeared into dust. It was the same for his heart. Only a bit of flesh and bones remained

“A foolish move!”

of the pain and fear of his heart being torn out when he was alive. Fenrir couldn’t handle the soaring anger, and his elbow knocked against Agnus’ skull, which only

Agnus laughed. Lich Mumud floated above

spell again. What was the use of this lich? Fenrir ignored Mumud, but

was significantly wounded and coughed up blood, scattering

power.” Grandmaster Zikfrector’s admiration permeated the chaos

echoed, Marie Rose’s gaze was

in your lifetime?” Even Marie Rose was amazed

The one who was already dead—he was helpless in front of Marie Rose. Marie Rose flicked her finger.

forest and found Zikfrector standing amidst the fire. He

a statue. His always expressionless face was filled with

that described the original sin of a god. The book was written by the culprit who gave Shizo Beriache and

“Sloth...!”

hurriedly reached out, but they were too late.

“Kihahahahat!”

Fenrir, and Zikfrector—who barely turned away from the laziness due to his disciplined mentality—collapsed at the

Sleep... Snore.” Fenrir gave up and already started

inserted a dagger into each of his thighs

spell. “I will postpone the story for the next

enough to violate common sense.

“...”