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."

ambition to move all her blood to the Chaos Mountains to build up enough strength to rule the ground. It was the same as hastening the destruction of their blood. The 'childhood play with the empire' that she criticized was a survival

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

due to their lineage. It was an area difficult for people to understand. Meanwhile, Bunsdel was different.

truly strong. Food with good bones and scales. It was

be a lot tougher than the grandmaster. The moment I

will become a new fence to protect the

possible... Hao, as you say, this opportunity might not come

Bunsdel's face as he looked over the

humanity. Is he so drunk on

be lord. Regardless of her level or talent, she was from a royal family. Killing her meant the Overgeared King wasn't afraid of losing the half-draconians. The Overgeared King at that time wouldn't have been as strong as he was now. Additionally, he was urging reconciliation through Hao at this moment. There was no sense of shame. It was very

isn't possible... he is a type of human being that is impossible to control. It isn't reasonable. The burden is too heavy to get on the same

"......"

Now his purpose was unlikely to be achieved and

than people expected. Humans needed the power of the half-draconians. He wanted the half-draconians to take this opportunity to come out and communicate with humanity. The more powerful

it is right." Bunsdel turned around. It was a firm attitude that showed no more conversation

was because Hao's upright voice entered his ears. "Every time there is a small threat to his colleagues or people, he will immediately run over and fight for them. He fights regardless of whether the opponent

"......"

Grid's people. One thing is for certain. I have never seen him use power and

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

no possibility that Grid will be the enemy of all people. In the future, those who antagonize Grid are born evil and will be the enemies of humanity

"For example, Bunhelier?"

isn't necessarily the

what you said, I want to meet him once. If you don't want to, you can go and run

silently watched the war that was child's play to Helena. He wasn't afraid of being defeated by the grandmaster. He was just wary

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

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expressions of the other people were similar. As if to prove that humans were adaptive animals, the hell expedition had fully adapted to the hellish environment. They were no

much stronger. I've already gained four levels. Ibellin, I think you've

"Hehe."

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

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,

are now and 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

together, the unique energy that had spread like blood had disappeared. The stars regained their original appearance.

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

"What is this...?"