Overgeared

The smile of the goddess was broken. The statues carved in the shape of the goddess of light were destroyed and scattered. Her personal image was no longer brilliant or sacred. The broken face lost its expression and the gaping eyes had no spirituality. It was unrealistic and cruel compared to the figure depicted on the stained glass.

The destruction continued. The stained glass that was fine was shattered and scattered. The light scattered due to the glass fragments was like the tears of the goddess.

"Punishment...! You will be punished!"

At the temple that had watched the ups and downs of a small kingdom...

An old priest shed tears of blood as he witnessed the end of the Rebecca Church that had taken care of people for hundreds of years.

"You are receiving the punishment now." The man who answered looked indifferent.

The assassins of the Overgeared Shadows. They seemed to lack emotions. It was said that they were destroying the Rebecca Temples that existed all over the continent with indifferent faces like nothing was happening. They weren't humans but weapons. They felt like a form of violence.

The priests of the Rebecca Church glimpsed a different type of madness from them.

Did they read the thoughts in the priest's eyes?

"In our eyes, you are the fanatics." The assassins revealed their thoughts. Even at the last moment, it was hard for them to understand the priests who believed in and followed Goddess Rebecca. Their hearts were stuffy and unpleasant. Was this anger and disgust? They were reminded of Lantier, who commanded them to regain their humanity. "You should know what happened at the Vatican. The angel sent by the goddess induced humanity's conflict on the eve of the great human and demon war. It was sneaky and wicked. In fact, the Rebecca Church members at the scene vowed to serve the Overgeared God. If you had normal senses, you would take off that white priestly uniform."

"It doesn't matter whether the rumors are true or not. It was the actions of an angel, not the work of the goddess."

"......? It is the goddess who sent the angel."

"There is nothing meaningless. The premise of doubting the goddess itself is wrong. Did the goddess make the world and human beings for humans to doubt the will of the goddess? Additionally, the greater the trials, the more we must believe in the goddess and pray for salvation... how can murderers like you understand the charity of the goddess?"

"......"

Sure enough, it was difficult to have a conversation. There was this new understanding and an assassin struck the old priest's throat. He wasn't killed. There was Lantier's command not to kill the old man.

Now, the Overgeared Shadows weren't simple killing machines. They moved with conviction. They were educated like this by the modern day Lantier. The assassins were getting back the emotions they had lost. The emotions that made them so uncomfortable and unpleasant at times... they felt stronger than before. In particular, a power beyond their limit was exerted when protecting something.

"Burn these eyesores and take the priests away." The group leader ordered and the nodding assassins moved swiftly. They burned the remnants of the temple and bound the priests. This event was occurring simultaneously across the continent. The traces of the Rebecca Church were gradually disappearing from the world.

There were those who were watching these scenes from high in the sky. It wasn't the heavenly gods. Compared with heaven, there were two men who were far closer to the ground.

"I vaguely understand why Helena had such a short life." Bunsdel—the lord of the half-draconians, the one who inherited the blood of the evil dragon Bunhelier, spread open his black wings and rose into the sky. "That child... her nose was too high in the sky. She was unaware of her strength and went on a rampage. She left the fence that the vanguard had put up for our blood relatives. It was her fate to die."

lord, she revealed her ambition to move all her blood to the Chaos Mountains to build up enough strength to rule the ground. It

Our kin despised him because he is human, but I understand from the beginning why

due to their lineage. It was an area difficult for people to understand. Meanwhile, Bunsdel was different. He was more talented than Helena and he was the first to see

the truly strong. Food with good bones and scales. It was Bunsdel's belief that the half-draconians weren't such a great species, unlike their own beliefs. They needed time. Time

a lot tougher than the

will become a new fence to

is possible... Hao, as you say, this opportunity

shadow covering Bunsdel's face

too wide. I feel it isn't wise. No matter the reason, he has trampled on the Rebecca Church that existed together with the history of humanity. Is he so drunk on power that he isn't considering the consequences? No, thinking about how he killed Helena without hesitation, his

afraid of losing the half-draconians. The Overgeared King at that time wouldn't have been as strong as he was now. Additionally,

of human being that is impossible to control. It isn't reasonable. The burden is too heavy to get on the same ship. There is no reason

"......"

unlikely to be

and demon war. His prediction was that the great human and demon war would be much more difficult than people expected. Humans needed the power of the half-draconians. He wanted the half-draconians to take this opportunity to come out

Bunsdel turned around. It was a firm attitude that showed no more conversation was needed. He was just

or people, he will immediately run over and fight for them. He fights regardless of whether the opponent is a demon, angel, or even the

"......"

people. One thing is for certain. I have never

know Grid's personality or what he did in detail. He just knew one obvious fact—the people of the Overgeared Kingdom always smiled. There was no distinction between players and NPCs.Most of the territories where players were sworn in as

of all people. In the future, those who

"For example, Bunhelier?"

isn't necessarily

fine. Prepare good alcohol. Based on what you said, I want to meet him once. If you don't want to, you can go

Bunsdel didn't directly participate in the war with the empire. He had the same attitude when the emperor changed. He silently watched the war that was child's play to Helena. He

amount of blood from the evil dragon Bunhelier. He wasn't just the king of the half-draconians. He was also a transcendent. Now he turned

***

this hellish life. The expressions of the other people were similar. As if to prove that humans were adaptive animals, the

I've already gained four levels. Ibellin, I think

"Hehe."

hard they tried, they would be compensated accordingly in Satisfy. Efforts and rewards were directly proportional. The expedition adapted to the cruel hell at the beginning and started to embark on the road of flowers. Level and skill experience

greatest. The support of Saintess Ruby and the existence of the neutral areas that occasionally appeared like oases were also very helpful. The neutral zone of hell was exactly like the surface. It was a space for the residents of the demon world, who were different from humans, to live in compliance

get new items made by God Grid..." Peak Sword was chatting excitedly with Ibellin, only to shut his mouth. It was because Yura and Kraugel's eyes were fixed to the sky. Then Jishuka, Faker, and Euphemina

night sky where the distorted stars were tangled together, the unique energy that had spread like blood had disappeared. The stars regained their original appearance. The hell moon that had been staring with tens of thousands of

their memories—it was the night sky they had always seen. The skyscape that

"What is this...?"