Overgeared

Damian was the Goddess’ Agent before he was the pope. He was the human being chosen by Rebecca. Who would’ve imagined that the angels, Rebecca’s devoted subordinates, would be stabbing his heart and cutting his neck?

Confusion was also evident on Damian’s face.

“Damian!”

Damian plummeted to the ground before turning to gray ash. Grid’s eyes sank coldly as he took back the hand that had stretched out to grab Damian in vain.

“It wasn’t the individual will of Zeratul to help Drasion, but the will of the entire celestial world?”

Angels were the creation of Rebecca,the goddess of light, and legitimate people residing in Heaven. They were completely different from the followers of the Martial God, Zeratul’s private soldiers. Their actions represented the will of Heaven, not a specific individual.

Golden pupils—they were beautiful and brilliant at first glance, but taking a close look, they were merciless and cold, so much so that the eyes of the demons, filled with all sorts of desires, felt more human.

Chill.Grid got goosebumps as he faced the eyes of the angels whose thoughts and emotions couldn’t be read.

One of the angles uttered nonsense, “Don’t question the things of Heaven. Questions will turn into poison called doubt and this will be an opportunity to believe in heresy.”

Surprisingly, the nonsense was actually the word of God written in the holy scripture.

“The followers of the Martial God hindered the humans fighting the great demon while you angels killed Damian, who came out to help the humans. Isn’t it reasonable to have suspicions?”

“The gods have cared for humanity with benevolence. The proof is that you are still alive. Having doubts is a sin.”

“Is it for humanity that you are helping Drasion?”

“Are we helping the great demon just because we disturbed you? You are really narrow-minded and stupid. It is heresy to discredit us.”

“Then you’re not helping Drasion?”

Grid had no intentions of keeping this conversation going for long. In the first place, he was currently on a battlefield. Even at this moment, Drasion was going on a rampage and the members of the Overgeared Guild were fighting with all their might. The soldiers’ screams were going from all directions.

“Then will you join us to fight Drasion together? It is the natural duty of the earth and Heaven to punish the great demons, right?” Grid spoke in a straightforward manner.

It was to lead the conversation and prevent the angels from using sophistry.

“......”

“......”

The angels were silent. From the moment they appeared to now, they had been expressionless even when killing or chatting with Grid. Now small cracks appeared in their expressions. Their eyebrows shook slightly. It was a small change that others wouldn’t notice at all, but it couldn’t fool Grid’s insight.

There were very few people in the world with a higher insight stat than Grid. Grid anticipated that these jerks would soon be talking bullshit.

great demons.

hasn’t it been us humans who have been fighting against the great

have the choice to punish the great demons, but as I said,

other great demons. Why show up now? Is there any reason why you are so

powerful than any great demon you have faced. It will cause too much damage for you to defeat Drasion with your own strength.

Damian for that

direction of the

went against the will of Heaven.

reason, I have no

is a reason why you

“......”

as you aren’t denying it. Actually, it is fortunate. If we continue fighting Drasion like this, we won’t be stabbed in

“......”

had a cleanliness obsession twitched once again. They felt like they were just hurting themselves while talking to

wasn’t much different from hell with no interest, they found the

the goddess

with weak strength, lead the foolish and poor humans out of the battlefield that is covered with

they wanted to

“......”

humans. They were absolutely good beings who didn’t know malice and the

blink when they

called doubt and this

priests. The priests could feel it—the doubts they

“Ahh, God.”

would fall into heresy. The frightened priests knelt down and started to pray. However, things were different for 15

“Doubts aren’t poison.”

be buried by the noise of the battle.

witnessed with our own eyes the mistakes of our seniors who believed without questioning the former pope, Drevigo, who committed all types of corruption

won’t make the same mistakes as them. By doubting, we will

in killing the pope is definitely the will of the

told you not to doubt, but you are doubting it. You are

were dyed red seemed to indicate the blood the elders would soon shed, so it was creepy. The kneeling and praying priests once again felt the doubts they had been trying to

to be loved and worshipped. Then what was the reason to feel afraid now? This situation where they

Flap.

spread their wings and white feathers slowly

“......!!”

his large arms stopped like they were a lie. He was hit directly by Chris’ 1,000 Ton Sword and his head turned to the side, but his gaze was still

“White... wings...”

They were beautiful and noble wings unlike the

“I...! I!!”

writhe as he held his head with two hideous hands covered in the blood and flesh of humans. The black feathers scattered by him turned into thousands of bird monsters that cried out. Under the influence of the chaotic Drasion, even the bird monsters seemed confused. For the first time, a great change appeared in the expressions of the angels. It was an expression of