Overgeared

The 29th Great Demon, Marchosias—at one time, he enjoyed the struggle. He failed to endure his boiling blood and had ambition to become the master of a deeper hell in order to lead more armies. However, he was defeated by the wanderer, Zepar, and briefly lost the 29th Hell. His wild instincts and passion faded like a lie. He learned the concept of ‘limitations.’

Marchosias reigned by turning everything his breath touched into stone. He lost all motivation once he discovered there were some objects that couldn’t be turned to stone, and many of them were here in hell. Demons were no different from humans. Their fate was sometimes dictated by something innate.

‘The appearance isn’t bad for a human. Should I make her into a stone statue to decorate my bedroom?’

Marchosias wasn’t stupid enough to let go of the human who invaded his territory at will. He wasn’t degraded to the extent where he would shrink back from a human. Demon Slayer? It was a grand title, but she was still young compared to the past generation. He let it go once or twice because it was annoying and he could handle her easily as long as he made up his mind.

“......?”

Marchosias was approaching Yura when he suddenly felt flustered. It was because Yura, who was standing in front of him, suddenly disappeared. Then he realized it wasn’t Yura who disappeared. It was that his vision had changed. He wasted a single second. Then there was a sharp bursting sound behind him that was accompanied by pain. He realized the blood scattering in all directions was his own and hurriedly let out his breath.

Marchosias’ skin and muscles turned into hard stones. The hot and sharp object that was cutting at Marchosias’ body. It was presumably a sword and it could no longer cut Marchosias’ body. It bounced off. Marchosias kept turning himself into stone as he raised his half-cut neck and looked back. He saw a person other than the Demon Slayer.

“Fast...”

He wondered if humans could be this fast.

‘A transcendent?’

He wondered why a transcendent was in hell.

‘I heard that transcendents are quite obsessed with life.’

Transcendents were those who lived forever, but couldn’t resist physical death, unlike legends. They transcended the limits of a human being in order to realize their simple desire for development and were immersed in their own world all day long. Therefore, they had little external activities. Yet one stepped into hell willingly?

‘Additionally, why is it my hell?’

Today was an annoying day in many ways. It wasn’t enough that Baal came and made trouble. Now there was the Demon Slayer and a transcendent...

‘Tsk, it is ominous.’

He didn’t want to see a transcendent who might’ve lived for many years. Marchosias became cautious and let out a breath as an experiment. Everything that existed where the fan-shaped breath passed quickly turned into stone. It could be called a wave of stone. The human at the end of that wave...

“...Tsk.”

wings, and flew back. He also confirmed that the Demon Slayer blocking his path

what you are doing here. Can you just

extinguished and the flesh was born, it would gain a stronger or new power. Of course, Marchosias didn’t believe in superstition. Hell Gao, Drasion, Morax, Astaroth, Furfur—he thought it was a rumor spread by the followers of the idiots who lost

is a waste of time

resurrected after a few hundred years. Life would be no different from before even if he

about withdrawing. This development was unexpected and her shaky

if Marchosias wasn’t worried after an incident, his ranking would be much higher than it is now.It is difficult

-I’d like to fight.

great demon, but there was a huge difference in the human world compared to in hell. Therefore, Grid wanted to confirm

the great demons

power of great demons. He needed to know if his skills could handle

assessment might not be unconditionally accurate, but he said that Marchosias deserves to be

-More than Beleth?

brought up Beleth so that Grid could feel it more clearly. Grid was calm despite her continued

forward to

light in his eyes. Grid wasn’t afraid of Beleth. It was honestly unbelievable. Just a few months ago, Grid’s face had been full of agitation and surprise throughout

a few

eighth epic on Cokro Island, and the ninth epic in hell not long ago. The time period of the past few months was short, but it had

Leap to move to the hilly area that was just created by Baal. She found some cover, lowered herself, and set up a sniper point. She recalled the conversation she had with the

himself harder than steel. Imagine

he can’t be

to fight him, then aim for his eyelids. It is uncomfortable to petrify the eyelid muscles. Thus, he has a habit of not petrifying his

barrel filled with jade-colored magic power as she aimed. Increased accuracy, reinforcing bullets, accelerating projectiles, granting evil destruction and penetration properties, etc. All types of buff skills suitable for the situation

because sniping should be done in

no intention

was only when his skin, muscles, and even bones were petrified that Marchosias felt hard enough to

happened as Yura was about

it makes more sense to

-......!

whisper arrived, a veil covered her scope. It was Grid’s cloak. Grid intentionally disrupted

-I got it.

Grid. He asked Yura for her understanding and started to dance. In a rare manner, he took several strides.Marchosias was a stone statue that didn’t move.

“Pinnacle.”