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.”

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

are doing here. Can

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

a waste of time

Life would be no different from before even if he was resurrected. Marchosias just wanted

development was unexpected and her shaky gaze shifted

to avoid fighting Marchosias as much as possible.He said that if Marchosias wasn’t worried after an incident, his ranking would be much higher than it is now.It is

-I’d like to fight.

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

the great demons in hell are as great as the

an idea of the combat power of great demons. He needed to know if his skills could handle the great demon in the region before he could make a thorough plan. Yura nodded when she

unconditionally accurate, but he said that Marchosias

-More than Beleth?

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

forward to

rather than being nervous. Yura realized something when she saw the 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 the fight against Beleth. The video of Grid’s anxious expression as he hoped for this moment to end was still popular among

isn’t just a few

time varied in every moment. Since the Beleth battle, Grid had already written three epics. The fight with Saleos, the eighth epic on Cokro Island, and the ninth epic in hell not long ago. The time period of

to move to the hilly area that

not objects. He can petrify his skin and muscles to make himself harder than steel. Imagine if that

that mean he

for his eyelids. It is uncomfortable to petrify the eyelid muscles. Thus, he has a habit of

destruction and penetration properties, etc. All types of

because sniping should be done in secret. However, the opponent

have no intention

energy and petrified his body even further. It was only when his skin, muscles, and even bones were petrified that Marchosias felt hard enough to look outward. His physique was so large that he was reminiscent of a great mountain deeply rooted

It happened as Yura

it makes more sense

-......!

new whisper arrived, a veil covered her scope. It

-I got it.

started to dance. In a rare manner, he took

“Pinnacle.”