Overgeared

A lich or death knight owned by a player couldn't be destroyed in the usual way. It was like a pet. It belonged to the account, so what method did other players have to violate it? Yet Faker discussed destroying Pauld. Was it a bluff? Seeing the lack of a disgusting pretense, it probably wasn't a bluff.

'There must be something he believes in.'

The dagger with the shadows wrapped around it. It had a much more profound energy than the hemisphere that engulfed the mansion.

'This is why I doubt that Baal's Contractor is invincible.'

The Sword Saint was the best, but Baal's Contractor was invincible. It was a role that was hostile to humanity, so it made sense that it had an unrivaled side. It was actually absurdly strong. Aside from their loathing of Agnus, people feared the potential of Baal's Contractor.

Agnus himself couldn't guess his own limitations. He had rejected Baal's quests several times for their uselessness when he wasn't in the right mind. If the quests that contained the slaughter of civilians had been faithfully carried out, he would be many times stronger than he was right now.

However, it was too much of an extreme to one side. Following divinity and the Demon Slayer, now there was a counter in the shadow arts? This was why Baal's declaration that there would be no one to compete against him was just nonsense.

'...No.'

Agnus studied the energy contained in Faker's shadow sword from a slightly different perspective. It was the energy of extermination. There were no restrictions on utility. The power wasn't limited to just the dead. There was the possibility of destroying any opponent. It was a killer's secret technique. This skill would be limited, just as the 'Deceased Creation' of Baal's Contractor and the 'Swordsmanship Creation' of the Sword Saint had restrictions on the number of uses.

'He's put a lot on the line.'

A legendary skill with a limit on the number of uses was purely for themselves. Yet Faker was going to use it to get rid of Pauld. He was willing to sacrifice one of the benefits of becoming a legend. It wasn't a usual mindset. There was a high possibility of death. Agnus pulled out a sword and exercised the authority of a demon noble. He summoned three demons. It was a number that proved his noble title had been elevated.

"Exercising your rights. Then I understand. Every time a strong person exercises their rights, there will be weak people who lose their rights."

I did so.

Faker read the eyes of Agnus who spoke and was convinced.

'He's changed.'

There was none of that madness that was Agnus' symbol. Was there no malice left? Faker wasn't sure. Agnus could've shaken it off along with his madness or it might be deep in his mind. One thing was for certain. Agnus wasn't some daredevil who didn't know the consequences. It seemed he would have to reduce the goal of destroying the death knights along with Pauld. One of Agnus' few weaknesses was his madness. Now that it was gone, it would be a tougher fight than he determined.

Step.

Agnus took a step forward. He didn't approach Faker. No matter how good his swordsmanship, he wasn't a match for Faker. Didn't Faker block two death knights who were more powerful than high rankers? Agnus glanced at the cityscape beyond the siege of shadows and spread open his arms.

"The back streets of this glorious city were full of underprivileged people who lost their rights. They were weak people no one cared about if they suddenly disappeared one day."

"......"

Faker noticed something and became anxious. There were no circumstances for it and no physical evidence, but Agnus' words created an ominous feeling. It was the senses of a genius that was closer to foresight.

"I gave them value."

Thump.

The aftermath was great. The entire land started to shake and the dead started to crawl out. The site of Agnus' mansion was already a graveyard. Hundreds of bodies were buried

Kuueok...Kuooh...

from Agnus. There were no separate guards protecting the king. Faker realized it. Agnus' madness and malice hadn't disappeared. They were just controlled. The mad

attacked first without waiting for your colleagues. You were trying to tie me up out of fear I would notice and

fired rays from their mouths. The targets were the Shadow members, not Faker. Agnus was thinking of reducing the number of Shadow members blocking the deceased and

time began. Faker had to achieve

of Agnus' army. From the start, he had no intention of moving to Pauld's shadow. They would surely be on guard. Rather, Faker appeared in Agnus' shadow.

Croak.

A black frog.

Black red. It meant that his hierarchy was very high even in hell. The small tongue extended as it reached Faker. Every time the size changed, speed was added and the trajectory

'Fortunately, it isn't deep.'

composure. The damage was only 4,000 and there were no physical abnormalities. Poisoning occurred, but he resisted it with the power of a legend. Contrary to his concerns, Chepardea was weak. It was common sense that demons would be weakened in the human world, but it was much weaker than what

succession. It was the place where Faker had been standing just a while ago, but now he was hidden in

actually survived the attack from this

you

wasn't happy with Chepardea's

a very lousy level. Nevertheless, Faker should've noticed. Chepardea's tongue wasn't useless. It shot fast and constantly controlled targets approaching Agnus. The presence of Chepardea meant that no

act as

extinguished quickly. From now on, Faker would only be targeting Pauld. Faker reappeared in Pauld's shadow. He was naturally prepared. Two death knights

was a position where the chill hadn't reached. Pauld didn't only have one shadow. There were faint shadows

anyone knew that Shadow Movement was a skill that 'targeted one of the shadows in sight', they would've been mesmerized by Faker's appearance at the moment. The skill of capturing, designating,

Clang!

Ting!

Claaang!

Tong!

the death knights would hit the ground and several overlapping shields on Pauld's body would break. Pauld's magic operation wasn't quick because his core was damaged and the rising sun. It was difficult for him to use great magic to constrain Lantier's movements. Pauld looked frustrated and shouted,

didn't want to die in vain in this place. Agnus had already acted. Hundreds of ghouls were flocking to Pauld as if

'We must give support!'

than one or two members who were seriously injured or killed by the rays of the demons, but their spirit didn't die down. They knew that their lives

was Agnus. If they died, they would come back

"Tsk."

members' skill at slowing down the deceased's pursuit by setting up traps and throwing daggers while scattering the army

reputation was too high, but it is

who had been focused on controlling the demons, released the demons freely and directly entered the battlefield. He turned his back on Faker and swung his sword at the Overgeared Shadows. A normal swordsman wielded the sword using the swordsmanship they had been trained in, except when using skills. It didn't matter if it was self-studied or copied from someone else. In any

the runes. It was similar to blacksmiths making items using the auto button. He used swordsmanship automatically. The best swordsmanship was automatically recreated in every situation. There were times when he

They were

he made the dead Shadows into undead. "Who are

400 ghouls were concentrated around Pauld. They covered all the shadows around Pauld

he so

realized that the opportunity had arrived. Faker rose from a tiny shadow between ghouls and was caught by the ghouls. He seemed nervous and overburdened. It might not be credible, but the scene

same era as Braham. If

the speed of using magic. A shield was placed over his body. One layer, two layers, three layers... the speed was much slower than usual, but it repeatedly covered