Overgeared

Grid, Braham, and Piaro—Drasion was struck by the three of them and fell underground. Then he felt a sense of strangeness. It was because the physical pain of his skin tearing, his bones breaking, and his intestines flipping over was unfamiliar.

It was very confusing for Drasion who was acting on the instinct of ‘I hate the world, I want to lead the world to ruin.’ Due to this instinct, he had been constantly fighting his self from his former life. Why did he feel like pain was unfamiliar when he should have received countless wounds on this enormous body and even experienced ‘death’?

“Noble one born from my wishes, may your kindness take care of them.”

Drasion had some memories. He was smiling in a world of soft and cozy golden clouds, not a river of hot fire. As he bowed his head toward someone he loved and respected, the back of his hand was fine and white without any damage. It was completely different from the now unsightly hands covered in black and thick skin.

“Ugh...! Uwaaack!”

Blood flowed from the eyes of the screaming Drasion. An unknown sense of loss plagued him. Subsequently, doubts dominated him.

‘Who am I?’

Wasn’t his current appearance that of his life before Biplonz? In other words, his original appearance. Who was the other self who existed in that bright world, who was happy without knowing pain?

“......”

Drasion was suffering under the ground only to suddenly stop screaming. He realized the dirt covering his body was burning his skin.

“Curse...”

This soil which gave birth to a new life.

“I curse you!”

This land, this world.

Drasion wasn’t curious about the source of his anger and hatred. He was a great demon, one of the lords of hell in charge of death. It was natural for him to feel disgusted with everything that sprouted life. The dirt around Drasion started to be contaminated with the curse. The curse stretched out like a tsunami and covered the entire area. All the life contained in the earth died.

Drasion came out of the ground and looked down at it. The screams that echoed on this earthly landscape were no different from the landscape of hell that he remembered. It was very satisfying. Now it was time to kill everything alive to express his displeasure.

‘...That person?’

The golden clouds and soft voice that appeared again...

mind. In order to suppress the confusion, Drasion rampaged even more violently. He gave up all his

he was more actively involved in the second phase. He mercilessly struck at resisting humans with his fist and terrified them by using the curse to dominate their

demon

Drasion’s inaction and the active actions of Grid, Kyle, the Saintess, and others. The power of the great demon that they briefly forgot about

“Blizzard...!”

She was young, but her great magic made them wonder if she was the missing Magician

higher than hers. Unlike Euphemina who had the stats penalty, he became Drasion puppet in an intact state and unleashed a rain of blood. All the soldiers in the area turned to gray ash. The sight of thousands of troops disappearing in the blink of an eye caused the commanders of the

“W-We can’t win...”

meaningless. The people supporting them felt despair as they watched the

give

will take care of

recovery skills healed the wounded and the frightened hearts. A seed

“Doom.”

on the battlefield into the undead. The extreme destructive power that was created solely for

“Kuaaaaak!”

“Cough!”

reversal of the healing effects caused even more casualties. Grid was also flustered as he fought against Lee Jeong. Grid’s biggest strength was his survival ability. He was able to fight

Ring has been

the remaining 28 followers of the Martial God had been reduced by half. Kyle showed an outstanding performance. The use of Talsha to strip the followers’ weapons played

‘This bastard has noticed.’

and gaiters. He thought he would be damaged and never attacked Grid’s shoulders and lower body. Thus, his attack pattern was simplified. Then it seemed like he

fact that divine items that showed such a perfect performance didn’t exist in the world. The three artifacts of the Rebecca Church and items of the sacred creatures of the East Continent weren’t perfect

gaiters. He saw the signs of Grid shrinking back after being affected by Doom and launched a more aggressive offensive. Lee Jeong smiled as his hand was once again

the

him. It was because Grid’s breathing had become rough. Until a little while ago, Lee Jeong was wary of a drawn out battle because Grid’s wounds kept healing

been training my whole life according to the teachings of the Martial God. I have a near infinite physical strength compared to ordinary

a single player. It was natural for

who will fall

Doom. Lee Jeong planned to smash Grid during this time. If they fought while being unable to recover, it was obvious that Grid would be the one to fall first. Lee Jeong stopped his breathing and moved while leaving afterimages that were as gorgeous as the tail of a phoenix. Soon, a

the Fire

Fire God had a variety of field effects.

[Divine Flames]

flames in the Red Phoenix’s 9th Heart to form a storm of

all allies (except the undead or demonkin targets), including the caster