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.

aftermath was great. The entire land started to shake and the dead started to crawl out. The

Kuueok...Kuooh...

illuminated by the light had the pained expressions from when they died. The number that reached 400 was arranged like an army with one gesture from Agnus. There were no separate guards

that attacked first without waiting for your colleagues. You were trying to tie me up out of

demons 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

The fight against time began. Faker had

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. This

Croak.

A black frog.

expressionless face was broken. It was because the name 'Chepardea' above the head of the frog sticking out its long tongue was an unusual color. 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 shifted. It was almost like an illusion, but the

'Fortunately, it isn't deep.'

was injured because he couldn't avoid the attack completely, regained his 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 he feared. It meant that it wasn't the main body. High ranking

had been standing just a while ago, but now he was hidden in the

the attack from this

is because you

wasn't happy with Chepardea's

were downgraded to 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 blades could

as bait any

only be targeting Pauld. Faker reappeared in Pauld's shadow. He was naturally prepared. Two death knights lowered their

away and reappeared next to Pauld. It was a position where the chill hadn't reached. Pauld didn't only have one shadow. There were faint shadows that changed moment to moment depending

Pauld constantly. If 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, and linking skills to move, split, and

Clang!

Ting!

Claaang!

Tong!

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

a resurrection after hundreds of years of labor. He didn't want to die in vain

'We must give support!'

were tying up the deceased's feet, scattered in all directions. There were more than one or two members who were seriously injured or killed by the rays of the demons, but their spirit didn't die down.

If they died, they would come back and be

"Tsk."

Shadows' struggle scratched at Agnus' patience. The Shadow members' skill at slowing down the deceased's pursuit by setting up

was too high, but it is the

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 case, it was

by thinking and making judgments himself. Rather, he gave himself to the flow of the runes. It was similar to blacksmiths making items using the auto button. He used swordsmanship

Shadows gritted their teeth. They were angered by the appearance of Agnus slashing at the

the dead Shadows into

approached Faker and killed the Overgeared Shadows helping Faker. Then he raised them as the undead to tie up the other members. Nearly 400 ghouls were concentrated around

he

that appeared in front of him again. Then he 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

rashly. Legends didn't die easily. He knew because he lived in the same era as Braham. If he targeted Faker now, this person would survive for

over his body. One layer, two layers, three layers... the speed was much slower than usual, but it repeatedly covered him in a firm manner. The overlapping shield