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.

is our duty to punish the great demons. All of

us humans who have been fighting against the great

the choice to punish the great demons, but as I said, it is a

saw no signs of you when fighting the other great demons. Why show up now? Is there any reason

you know it as well? Drasion is more powerful than any great demon you have faced. It will cause

Damian for that

the

went against the will of Heaven. Now that we are having a conversation, it seems that it is because you didn’t want Damian to

matter the reason, I have no obligation

is a reason why you killed

“......”

we continue fighting Drasion like this, we won’t be

“......”

to Grid. They exchanged glances and looked at the ground. Death accumulated like a mountain

looking at the landscape of the earth that wasn’t much different from hell with

who serve the goddess

lead the foolish and poor humans out of

them to stop here. It also sounded sarcastic, asking them why they wanted to intervene

“......”

humans. They were absolutely good beings who didn’t know malice and the Rebecca priests had believed this. However, this

they killed him. Was the logic of goodness right just because

this will be an opportunity

the priests. The priests could feel it—the doubts they had at this moment were shaking their faith

“Ahh, God.”

If their faith was shaken, then they would fall into heresy. The frightened priests knelt down and started to pray. However, things were different for 15 priests. Dressed

“Doubts aren’t poison.”

was in order that their voices wouldn’t be buried by the noise of the battle. It seemed they

mistakes of our seniors who believed without questioning the former pope, Drevigo, who committed all types of corruption on the pretext of the goddess’

mistakes as them. By doubting, we will avoid

Their actions in killing the pope is definitely the

not to doubt, but

spears that had stabbed Damian’s heart and slashed his throat. The transparent blades of the spears that 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

objects to be loved and worshipped. Then what was the reason to feel afraid now? This situation where they needed to fear the angels didn’t make

Flap.

and white feathers slowly fell to the ground.

“......!!”

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...”

the unknown memories were also white. They were beautiful and

“I...! I!!”

hands covered in the blood and flesh of humans. The black feathers scattered by him turned into thousands of bird monsters that cried