Overgeared

"W-What is this...?"

At the palace, which was being surrounded by supporters...

Royman and the knights got goosebumps as they ran toward the part of the palace Grid used as a smithy. It was because a huge sword that was at least five times larger than the tallest spire of the palace appeared in their vision. It had an overwhelming momentum like it would pierce the world.

It was an unreal sight. How could there be such a huge sword? It appeared without any warning.

"...Hurry!" For the senior knights of the Overgeared Kingdom, the mental world of a transcendent was an incomprehensible field. They stopped moving as they approached the unknown. Royman, who was temporarily out of her mind, woke up and gave orders to the knights. She realized that she had lost her lead to the assassins.

The assassins of the Overgeared Shadows were thoroughly educated by Faker and Kasim and hadn't lost their composure in the world dominated by the nightmarish scene. Their feet were extremely fast. Just then—

"Ah..."

The distance between the knights and assassins was narrowed. This was due to the obvious reduction in the speed of the assassins. The knights finally reached them and became as stiff as stone statues. There were thousands of swords floating around the giant sword. The dizzying momentum of their repeated rise and fall was very fast and fierce.

"What... what type of monster...?"

Did the martial god come? A sinister imagination tormented the group. They were worried about King Grid's safety. Their faces were pale and they struggled to move the legs that seemed to have stepped into a swamp. They gritted their teeth and started running again.

The moment they got closer to Grid's smithy, the area pierced by the giant sword, the more extreme their tension became. However, their nerves were scattered. It was difficult to concentrate. The thousands of swords in flight—the closer they got to the shapes captured in their vision, the more blurry these shapes became. The flying speed was at the speed of sound and it exceeded their perception. The fact that they could be stabbed to death without even noticing spread fear. Their footsteps gradually slowed.

The screams of the God Hands echoed. They could be seen repeatedly colliding with the flying swords and stopping. The God Hands were relatively too slow. They accelerated every time they used the sword dance, but it wasn't enough. The wave of Magic Missiles they fired didn't do much good. The symbol of the Overgeared King was disastrously broken. They were too shabby.

"Keuk!" It wasn't the time to hesitate. Royman held her sword and shield and rushed forward. She broke through the shroud of light created by the flying swords with a whining noise that was like a swarm of bees. Her armor was torn apart and blood splashed out. It was an act of not caring about her life. She was moving only with the idea that she should help Grid.

"Your... Majesty?"

A multi-purpose site right next to the smithy. It wasn't that spacious and various stones and ores were piled up. It was on the level of a small training ground. It was too shabby to call it a king's space, but Grid and the unknown swordsman were utilizing it like it was a wilderness. They freely exchanged blows between the sky and earth as if they were laughing at the concept of space. They were entangled together right next to the smithy before disappearing. Then they suddenly appeared in the middle of the open space and tangled together again.

At this time, there were traces of the sword lights next to the smithy and the sound of dozens of collisions echoed. Then the two people disappeared again and new sword lights were engraved in the center of the open space.

"......"

Royman couldn't shut her mouth. Only two people were deaf to the explosive sounds spreading through the sky and the earth. She had a hunch. Right now, she was watching an unprecedented confrontation that wasn't in the legends. It wasn't the time for her to dare interfere.

"Gasp..." The reaction of the group who arrived one step later was exactly the same as Royman's. They held their breath, covered in wounds from advancing through the flying swords, God Hands, and vampires. They came here to use their lives to help Grid, but they stood still like a wooden statue.

to use their strength turned into black giants. There were 30 magic machines. They weren't large, but they filled up more than half the air space. They broke through the flying swords and pressed at the

and jumped so high that the moon was behind him. Blood magic grabbed at his ankle and Tiramet was clinging to his waist, but they couldn't stop

Flinch.

the shade of the moonlight. Sword Saint Biban—as he was concentrating on the confrontation, he belatedly noticed the uninvited guests. Thus, the operation of 'recognize objects' of Heart Sword was modified. It wasn't easy to alter the already expressed mental world, but he had to

the monsters called dragons was to protect their descendants. The tower members would never harm humans unless it was a fatal reason. This was even if they knew they would regret it. They weren't the type of people who would be devoured by their convictions and

couldn't respond properly. He had no choice but to watch as Grid danced while coming

no pioneer has ever

"......?!"

that the Linked Kill Wave part of Linked Kill

lost in thought as he watched Grid happily, only for his expression to stiffen. It was because Grid took out a new sword during the sword dance and combined it with the existing

'Moon night iron!'

his spine. Grid's subtle threat about cutting off his arm crossed his mind.

a barrier. It was because he recognized that the power of 100,000 Army Massacre

Sword itself. The Undefeated King's Swordsmanship? He could crush it with stronger swordsmanship. Even the One Million Army Swordsmanship could be offset by the Heart Sword. His mental world would

particular, this Falling Moon Sword was much sharper and firmer than the outer armor of the magic machines. It was somewhat reminiscent of the

of items, the mind barrier was broken. Unstoppable waves of power and sword lights forced Biban to act. Biban faced the sword light close up and took a step back. He rotated his upper body and moved his left shoulder back. Then he stretched forward the sword in his right hand. He reduced the area of his body that the Falling

even be split into 0.1 seconds. The sword filled with the willpower of the Sword Saint broke to pieces and scattered. Then his wrist was cut. The body of the Sword Saint that had been honed for countless

"Kuoock...!"

embroidered with countless stars. The sword light that

wrist. He avoided

without a sword. It wasn't a big deal to lose one hand. No, there

a reality. Biban wrapped a cloth around his cut wrist and smiled at Grid who descended to the ground. Grid's appearance wasn't unscathed either. His entire body was a wreck and

"I lost. I didn't know you would grow to this

he saw Biban's cut wrist, his heart sank. He wanted the reward, but the body of his benefactor was damaged. He felt uncomfortable. Biban's favor throughout the duel made Grid's heart ache even more. He wondered if this

pulling out a bandage, "I've stopped bleeding.

and changed the flow of blood to prevent the bleeding. Biban was on the verge of controlling even all the veins in his body. Nevertheless, Grid beat him. It would've been much more difficult if it was a purely one-on-one confrontation, but Grid had the power of items. From his position, it was right to fight using all means. The Falling Moon Sword was along

Lauel to contact her in reality. However, it seemed a bit

the shoulder. "Don't worry. First,

"It's not there..."

"Uh? What isn't there?"

Temple. It was originally

There isn't a Rebecca

all

Why are you only saying this now?" Biban was defeated in the duel and had one hand cut off. Even so, he never lost his kind smile and composure. Now he stared at Grid with wide eyes. He was about to grab Grid's collar and shake him. "Why are