Overgeared

There was one reason why Shizo Beriache chose Fenrir as the Blood King Candidate—Fenrir had inherited the personality traits ‘struggle’ and ‘domination’ from her. Beriache believed that the ‘struggle’ trait would develop Fenrir and his kin while the desire for dominance would make him unite his kin. She judged that Fenrir’s talents were appropriate for the task of revenge.

The result was disastrous and let down her expectations. An accident occurred as the traits of struggle and domination conflicted.

Fenrir was dissatisfied that there was a ruler called Beriache above him and he burned with fighting spirit against his mother, who wasn’t the object of revenge. He also felt despair at the realization that even if he beat all his siblings and became the Blood King, he would never be able to surpass his mother and wouldn’t escape her grasp for the rest of his life.

This was the reason. It was a sense of rebellion that led him to turn away from revenge using the excuse of the Curse of Idleness, sleeping in the coffin for the rest of his life. However, it was too much to disparage or condemn him. The fundamental problem was that his character consisted of only two traits.

It was the limit of creation. The direct descendant vampires who could create true blood vampires through the chain of blood undoubtedly believed they were a great creation but in reality, they were no different from true blood vampires. Only two people—the exceptions were the complete Marie Rose, who Beriache gave up her soul to create, and Braham, who had evolved on his own with an inquisitive spirit.

‘...Blood King!’

Every time the black-haired man wielded his sword, the wind pressure seemed to cross his face. There was no time to be caught up in the pain of his hand being cut off. Fenrir had to constantly move his eyes to track the human being who was moving at a speed where Fenrir would miss if he wasn’t vigilant.

There was a sound. Was it the sound of water being sucked into a hole in the ground? Fenrir barely escaped from another one of Grid’s attacks that tore apart the air and once again demonstrated his power of dominance. Then he was convinced.

‘He is the Blood King.’

Fenrir only had two people he couldn’t control with the power of domination. They were Beriache and Marie Rose. Only those with a higher status than him could be free of the power of domination. In other words, the human in front of him transcended his status. Such a being could only be the Blood King. The legends and transcendents that humans proudly supported weren’t able to catch up with him.

‘How did this happen?’

The flood of chaos complicated Fenrir’s mind. The birth of the Blood King was designed to come from victory. Only those who won against all the direct descendants, except for Marie Rose, could become the Blood King. Until then, they were only a candidate.

Fenrir hadn’t been defeated yet. The human in front of him might be a Blood King Candidate but this meant it was physically impossible for him to go beyond Fenrir. Then what the hell was with this person...

“Link.”

“...!!”

Fenrir missed Grid’s movement for a moment. Grid, who wielded the sword with a momentum that could cut apart mountains and tsunamis, suddenly changed his sword and it moved delicately and reached the height of its speed.

“Keok!”

Fenrir’s body, which was like a beautiful work of art, instantly became a rag. He received dozens of wounds and blood spilled around him. Meanwhile, the unquenchable flames were still burning. They quickly permeated Fenrir’s wounds and started to burn Fenrir’s internal organs.

‘Wow...’

Army Massacre Sword used twice, three single sword dances, and nine basic attacks had consumed less than a tenth of

this moment, Braham’s magic was consuming Fenrir’s health gauge in real time. Just like the name

magic catch

“Ugh!”

admiring Grid hurriedly raised his sword. Fenrir’s fists collided straight

suffered 11,530

Still, this hurt too much. Grid’s body couldn’t withstand the shock and floated slightly. Then Fenrir spun like a spinning top and sprang

martial arts. It was similar to tigers hunting herbivores with their natural physical abilities and instincts. Fenrir just instinctively wielded his powerful body. Fenrir’s left fist struck Grid in the

by Fenrir, who was powerful enough to crush steel like tofu, yet he didn’t fly back. Fenrir’s face

It isn’t only his status that

the rising questions and confusion as he withdrew. Meanwhile, Grid felt like he had

Dragon's Boots have absorbed

When hit in the lower body, there is

be conditions attached but it exerted a crazy effect the moment it was activated. If not, it would’ve been dangerous in his present state where his maximum health was reduced by Blackening. Grid

Farming Peak Style!

rock-like sweet potatoes. He tried to dodge but was unable to avoid the energy blades suddenly flying at him from Grid. The sweet potato bombardment fell toward Fenrir’s spine as he was being burned. Fenrir

a four fusion sword dance when Mercedes’s

“...?”

forward on silver wings and swung his sword at the back of Fenrir’s hand, causing Fenrir to tilt forward. Both Grid and Fenrir

have acknowledged! I will protect

“Jude! Protect!”

“Grid!”

up. It was Teruchan and

“Cough!”

left shoulder to snap back. Jude, who had barely managed to raise his strength to match Grid, slashed at Fenrir’s waist. Fenrir raised his legs in a counterattack

was suddenly engulfed in a

from Elfin Stone, the master of Iyarugt, most of the direct descendants tended to rely on blood magic rather than swordsmanship or physical abilities. In fact, Fenrir used magic to clear a crisis when facing the cooperation between Mercedes, Piaro, and Asmophel. Now that he was in a bigger crisis, he didn’t

There was obviously something...

Grid was feeling

“Danger...!”

shield. She was protecting Grid, Teruchan, Jude, and Noll by herself. At the same time, a creepy sound was heard from the wounds covering Fenrir’s body. Like a cicada shedding its skin, Fenrir’s body split in half and a new body emerged from within. Fenrir’s new body was as smooth and clean as freshly made

“What...”

didn’t fit. The light coming from Grid’s sword, which housed the light elemental and Holy Weapon, shone on Fenrir’s new body. Strangely, only the center of Fenrir’s chest was unaffected by the

Grid. Her scream