Overgeared

Demonkin meant all those born with intelligence in hell. The appearance and tendency of each species were different, so they rarely co-existed. The only thing they had in common was that they were born with demonic energy.

Demonic energy was an energy that intervened in and strengthened both matter and magic power. It wasn't an exaggeration to describe it as a source of power. This was why the value of the demonkin was determined in proportion to the quality and amount of demonic energy.

The red species—a demonkin species that created red dokkaebi fire according to their change in mood. The overall appearance was similar to that of humans. In many cases, they worked as technical experts in neutral areas due to their excellent dexterity. Hell's only blacksmith, Helmis, was a typical representative of the red species. However, most of the red species didn't receive good treatment. Their innate magic power was inferior to demonic creatures, so they were discriminated against and despised.

Zepar was born in the red species and he was used to the cold treatment. He had no good memories in his younger days. He was born as an underdog in a society where the weak were trampled on.

It was Sword Demon Iyarugt who gave him dreams and hopes. Iyarugt was from a lower ranked demonkin species like himself, but he gained the power to fight against great demons by honing his swordsmanship.

Zepar wanted to be like that. He did so by killing him.

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The world was red. It was the blood shed by Zepar.

'Isn't this to the extent where he should be called the Sword Saint?'

Kyle was astonished as he watched the battle and marveled. A transcendent's senses were extremely keen. The other person's gaze, breathing, muscle and ligament movements—none of that was missed as the battle was moved to the realm of foresight. This was becoming poison. Iyarugt constantly deceived Zepar's senses. Every time he wielded his sword, he would change the center of his body. He made the center of the body go against the direction of the sword and disturbed the senses of a transcendent.

Kyle, who was watching the battle from a third party perspective, could identify it. Zepar, the party involved, likely couldn't understand why he kept getting cut. This was actually reality.

'Why?' It was a situation where Zepar encountered Iyarugt the moment he came to the surface. Zepar's concentration reached its peak after he encountered his greatest enemy. The wounds he suffered against Kyle were quite large, so he couldn't afford to conserve his strength. He did his best from the beginning.

However, it was strange. He couldn't read Iyarugt's swordsmanship at all. Despite developing further over hundreds of years, he was being overwhelmed by a specter of the past, just as he was hundreds of years ago. Even now, the situation was much worse.

In the past, Zepar had the status of a great demon. The almost unlimited health sustained him. On the other hand, he was currently only a demon. It was different from the past when he could be cut by Iyarugt's sword for seven days and seven nights and still survive somehow. Now every blow was serious.

Zepar's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. Dokkaebi fire rose and hovered around him.

Iyarugt laughed at him. "You've degenerated after hundreds of years like a little bug."

"A bug is right. My origin is similar to yours."

"Kukuk, yes... You and I are no different."

It was true that Iyarugt's swordsmanship had reached a supreme point, but this was limited to just 'appearance.' A swordsmanship that made the center of the body go against the direction of the sword to deceive the opponent's eyes and senses.

This swordsmanship had a fatal weakness. It didn't carry the full power of the sword. It was natural to have less power since the sword would turn against the center of the body. The force of the sword gradually increased due to the coil every time the center was changed, but there were limits to this. It was a long way from the 'power to cut anything' like the Sword Saint's swordsmanship.

Abyss for a moment,

it was fine. It was worth discussing if it was the strongest at this level. He just had to cut the other

The sword flew from the left when it was obviously flying from the right or the sword rose from the bottom when it was obviously soaring from the top. He tried to react in

Demon Iyarugt—the legend of hell was

expect to be unable to

Zepar knew he was so weak, he wouldn't have taken the vanguard by himself with so

expelled by

keep his position. It was because the demonic creatures despised him as being from a low-grade demonkin species. The demons acknowledged and feared Zepar's ability, but the demonic creatures

I can

if it

escape and catch his breath, but it was impossible. The high quality swordsmanship

don't want

He killed all those who despised him, took revenge, and grasped power for a while. He lost the power in the end, but it wasn't so bad. He achieved his dream of being like Iyarugt. This was enough. He killed Iyarugt and

this war, it was possible for him to regain the power he lost. Chepardea had promised to connect him with Baal. He could become a real noble by being Baal's subordinate. He didn't think

happened as the scared Zepar was

still the same. You have many stray thoughts when you meet Iyarugt. This is why I hate

spread out across the battlefield. Dozens of ghosts appeared from the portal and lined both sides of the red carpet. The world held its breath. It was because all 30 ghosts

Great Demon, the king of the dead who rules the

strong power over the souls of the dead. If you die to Gamigin, the death penalty will be paused for at least 5 to

the soul soldier state, you can't disobey Gamigin's

the status ends. Additionally, the soul has been hit hard and you won't be able to resurrect

fast and strong. No one can

forgotten heroes will

lower body was a horse while the upper

with Zepar to bring death to Iyarugt. She appeared

so empty your head. Your sword is very strong when you

were combined into one, a Sword Saint would've been born in hell. Iyarugt's swordsmanship was high quality technique, while Zepar's swordsmanship was the ultimate

with me like we

as stiff as a statue. This time, she was determined to

"Gamigin!"

claws, it wouldn't be able to hurt

when a light fell beside him. It

calmed the seething atmosphere of the battlefield. "I

not Gamigin. There was deep hatred in it. He couldn't forgive it when he saw Grid's servant

Step.

dignity—it was aristocratic. The lack of wrinkles on his clothes further emphasized his

the silver-haired man. "You...? Are you