Overgeared

Chapter 1503

"Biban! Biban!"

The curtain of sword energy that surrounded Biban and Zeratul—countless blades and blade fragments intertwined, and the scene of them reflecting and absorbing each other's light was reminiscent of a galaxy. It was beautiful like art. However, it was a cruel reality to Grid. His hands were bloody as he hit, scratched, and tore at it, and bone could be seen through the torn skin.

"Your Majesty!"

"C-Calm down!"

The women who were once candidates to be Rebecca's Daughters—originally, they were destined to be puppets of the church and driven to the extremes. Thanks to Damian's rescue and Grid's care, they were able to regain a normal life. The main reason they were willing to devote themselves to Lord was because Grid and Damian hoped for it. Their heart toward their benefactors was deeper than imagined.

They didn't know precisely what the relationship between the person called Biban and Grid was, but it wasn't easy to watch their benefactor calling out Biban's name anxiously and going wild. They wanted to run over, grab him, and comfort him immediately.

However, Grid's identity was the noblest one on the continent. He was the king of the Overgeared Kingdom and a god. They didn't dare touch his jade-like body. The 300 women simply cried as they looked at him.

Lord, who was taking care of Isabel and Bland, also remained silent. Lord admired Grid the most in the world. He couldn't make a guess recklessly. Thus, he had no choice but to watch.

"Dammit!" Grid collapsed to the ground and let out harsh curse words. He failed to keep his dignity in front of those who regarded him as a parent, king, or god. He felt as if he would go crazy if he didn't release the emotions filling his heart right away.

Grid was angry. He was furious at the situation where Zeratul broke in at random. He was also annoyed by Biban's choice. There was a better chance of winning if Biban had fought with him. Why did Biban go in alone? It was over once he died. Why...

"Why give me such a present at the end?"

He was a really stupid human. Why did he always give without wanting anything back? Was this the temperament of all the tower members who locked themselves in the tower for humanity? Was it natural and easy to give up their lives for others as they had sacrificed all their lives?

...It was too harsh.

"Shit!" Grid desperately got up again and pounded on the curtain. He seemed to be screaming. He was remembering his most painful memory. It was the memory of when he said goodbye to Khan. Hadn't he decided when holding Khan in his arms as Khan scattered to ashes? He wouldn't let a precious person be taken away twice.

It was different from Khan, who was like a father, but Biban was also a precious relationship. He had many grateful memories. He always thought that he would definitely repay Biban's favor one day. He promised to make Biban a sword.

"Yet because of me..." Grid's body staggered. He felt dizzy due to the blood rushing to his head. His body collapsed and the blue sky filled his vision.

He looked at the clouds flowing slowly and felt his mind calming down. Grid took a deep breath. He calmly reviewed the current situation.

The curtain of sword energy? It could be cut with the Falling Moon Sword. The problem was that the Falling Moon Sword was a secret weapon. It was too greedy to want to win against Zeratul when the Falling Moon Sword had already been consumed. Destroying the curtain would just make Biban's work of locking Zeratul away meaningless.

The deciphered language of the dead—Grid assessed the value of the gift Biban left behind. He identified the usage and measured the results.

'Maybe Biban...' It was the moment when Grid recalled something and came up with a hypothesis.

"Please give us a command." A clear voice entered Grid's ears.

He suddenly heard a voice coming from the blue waves in front of him and looked up. He made eye contact with Mercedes. The large eyes were still and her expression was calm. Her appearance was the same as usual and it vaguely reassured Grid.

"I will carry out My Liege's will."

created

around Grid's hands. It was because she was armed with metal gauntlets. However, Grid's

wings spread open as he relied on Mercedes to raise his body. Piaro and Asmophel also arrived. Piaro's healthy teeth were especially

pollack's eyes, were deeper and more transparent than

"......"

mind, filled with anger and anxiety, stopped

analyze the curtain with Keen

"Yes."

as soon as Mercedes' analysis

"Leave it to me."

In the first place, the current Grid also needed some time. Biban should hold out sufficiently during that time. He had entered the curtain alone because he was confident he could hold on.

we have to fight. If we

Dante, and Kentrick—the strongest members of the Overgeared Kingdom responded vigorously

was a fearless attitude against a god—the martial god. They

he

contents of 'Deciphered Language of

by the Absolute

allowed you to fully absorb the

can now understand the

brain. He barely managed to swallow the nausea that rushed to his throat and pulled out Madra's diary.

subsided as the unknown characters became words and sentences, writing a story. Once he came to his senses again, he was standing in the Behen Archipelago hundreds of years ago. There, he encountered Madra's death knight, who existed alone

I'm not

his sense of reason, so it was hard to communicate. Grid took only what he needed. In order to protect his

'Have a good rest.'

learnt a

diary of Undefeated King Madra has disappeared

***

nothing he couldn't cut. It wasn't impossible for him to cut time and space. His sword energy curtain was completely out of the world and time had even stopped. The countless blades and blade fragments swirling in it contained a powerful will

with his hands behind his back and staring at Biban, opened his mouth for the first time. "I really cherish combat talent. I watched you

no scratches on Zeratul's body as he talked at will. The red-colored

favor

or not you

"......"

was distressed at being blocked by a wall. Are you crazy? How shameless are you to disguise that ugly past as

because you overcame the

You don't deserve to be called a god judging by

the martial god, who came to the human world, didn't help the people. Instead, he invaded the Overgeared Kingdom and

Biban's inner thoughts and laughed. "Child, you are greatly mistaken. A while ago, I saved 230,927 humans. In response to their prayers before an unjust death due to helplessness, I came to the human world. I manifested in their dreams and gave them strength and opportunities. I saved 230,927 lives. Isn't it too

was Biban's mind itself. No matter whether he wanted it or not, Biban was communicating with Zeratul. He read Zeratul's heart

in the war, were saved and he gave them strength according to their wishes. It was true, but this made Biban feel a greater disgust. "You... you gave them

who they were. They forgot their original lives completely and just wandered around searching for the martial god's

more than a distorted faith that strengthened Zeratul by increasing his name and

you call it

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