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.

to punish the great demons. All of you, please

hasn’t it been us humans who

demons, but as I said, it is a duty for

other great demons. Why show up

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

killed Damian for that

direction of the

It is in the same context. There is no reason for you to kill Damian. You said he went against the will of Heaven. Now that we are having a conversation, it seems that it is

I have no

like there is a reason why you killed

“......”

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

“......”

like they were just hurting themselves while talking to Grid. They exchanged glances and looked

earth that wasn’t much different from hell with no

serve the goddess of

who fight evil with weak strength, lead the foolish and poor humans out of the battlefield that

sounded sarcastic, asking them why they wanted to intervene in a war

“......”

said they weren’t contaminated with ‘emotions’ unlike humans. They were absolutely good beings who didn’t know malice and the Rebecca priests had believed this. However, this wasn’t the case anymore—the priests had witnessed the

Rebecca, yet they didn’t even blink when they killed him. Was the logic of goodness right just because they didn’t know emotions?

into poison called doubt and this will be an opportunity to

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

“Ahh, God.”

priests knelt down and started to pray. However, things were different for 15 priests. Dressed in colorful robes, the 15 elders who supported the Rebecca Church weren’t afraid to feel doubts.

“Doubts aren’t poison.”

in order that their voices wouldn’t be buried by the noise of the battle. It seemed they wanted all the priests on the

our own eyes the mistakes of our seniors who believed without questioning the former pope, Drevigo, who

won’t make the same mistakes as

pope is definitely the

doubt, but

his throat. The transparent blades of the spears that were dyed red seemed to indicate the blood the elders

worshipped. Then what was the reason to feel afraid

Flap.

wings and white feathers slowly

“......!!”

hit directly by Chris’ 1,000 Ton Sword and his head turned to the side, but his gaze was still fixed on the feathers

“White... wings...”

unknown memories were also white. They were beautiful and noble

“I...! I!!”

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