Overgeared

"......!"

Faker reacted immediately. He detected the wave of power that fell from above and retreated significantly. As a result, the ray only touched Faker's shoulder. Even so, he received 20,000 damage. It was fixed damage that ignored the range of the hit, resistance, and defense. The bigger problem was the great number of rays pouring down that was reminiscent of rain.

'What is this?'

Faker linked a series of evasive movements and belatedly noticed it. The source of this ray was higher. He recalled the notification window that the hell moon was under Baal's control and was convinced.

'They are shots from the moon.'

This couldn't be allowed. If Baal rose to the surface like this, hell would unfold. The hundreds of thousands of troops gathered with Grid and Lauel's efforts would fall in vain...

Faker calculated it. Could he get rid of Baal with his skills? It was impossible. The chances of winning were unconditionally 0%. How many minutes could he tie up Baal's feet? More than 1 minute and 20 seconds was very unlikely, more than 1 minute and 40 seconds was the area of a miracle, and more than 2 minutes wasn't possible.

The conclusion was that the moment he allowed a single attack, he would enter an immortal state. Nevertheless, he guaranteed that there was a high probability he could last at least a minute. It was because the absolute aspect of Lantier's skills was stronger than the relative aspect. Regardless of the opponent's level, a minimal performance was possible. This was a story of when it was supported by the operational capabilities, but Faker was qualified.

'The situation will be a bit better if I fill out the Kill List.'

Was it worth consuming Kill List to buy time in a fight with no possibility of winning? The benefits were overflowing. He would give time for his allies to come up with countermeasures after they detected an unexpected event from the hell moon aiming at the Abyss and firing rays.

'Additionally...'

Currently, the Abyss was the largest marching route of the army of demonic creatures. At the end of the Abyss, the entrance to hell lurked. The demons and demonic creatures entered the Abyss through this entrance and rose to the surface. This was why countless gray pillars were rising on the path of the light rays.

The rays from the moon that were pouring down like rain slaughtered the demonic creatures. This action was likely to not stop until Faker died.

Baal was just watching. He hummed along with the screams and explosions from the demonic creatures. This guy... he was crazy like the rumors. There was no distinction between enemies.

"This is cumbersome."

Was this really the body of a half-god? Zik's body was full of vitality despite it being asleep for thousands of years. The only trace of time that could be seen was the dazzling blond hair. The hair stretched down to his feet and several meters beyond. If he stepped on the ground, it would drag like a cloak.

A blade of demonic energy cut the hair. The blond hair that went down to the waist moved along with Baal as he rotated with a satisfied expression. At this time...

"By the way, you are tenacious." Baal's gaze turned to Faker. Faker was expanding the range of the rays by making his evasive motions as large as possible. His intention was to take even one more demonic creature with him as a companion to the underworld.

Clap clap. Baal clapped. "It is a very human thing to do. Is it because you have a short life? You humans hate an ignominious death. You try to give meaning to your death at all costs."

The long eyes curved in a smile. It was a beautiful smile that anyone would be fascinated by. However, it was somewhat unnatural. No matter how widely he smiled, wrinkles didn't appear on his face. It seemed like the original owner of the body didn't know how to smile. "I really like that about you guys. When I watch you trying to deny your worthlessness, the boredom disappears."

"...Is that why you started this war? Do you want to enjoy watching the meaningless struggle of the people who are dying for your whims?"

"If there needs to be a reason, I guess so? Why? Are you upset?"

"This trash son of a bitch..."

Faker let out a rare curse. Baal's malice was so vulgar that Faker couldn't hide his anger when he was usually cool and calm at any time and in any situation. Pure evil that couldn't be given any reason or meaning—there were few existences even in hell that could accept him pleasantly.

"Sigh..." Faker took a deep breath. He took a long breath to control his emotions. The moment his composure was regained, his movements became more sophisticated. He avoided three rays with one movement and induced four rays with one evasion.

The number of rays pouring toward Faker's head gradually increased and the screams of the demonic creatures grew in proportion. Now the Abyss was tinged with gray, not darkness. It was because so many demonic creatures were dying from the rays.

"Hmm."

beyond what he imagined. From Baal's point of

got it, he found that the level was considerable. The form of the huge mana core and the

trained to

It developed to the point of absurdity and easily accepted all types of ideas. In short,

could understand why the daoist immortals of the Peach Blossom Spring

why those Asgardians were

developed throughout the war. It could've been to the point where he would've killed some of the lower gods. Baal smiled confidently and started to adjust the body. He repeatedly pushed magic

and the shape of his thighs and fingers

"......!"

shadow technique to bring together the demonic creatures rising from the bottom so they would be hit by the rays. Then he suddenly became shocked. It was

stronger compared to his lifetime. It was an attempt that was possible because it was Baal, and a change that was accepted because it was

"Now, let's play."

let you

used Kill List. After an intense battle that lasted 1 minute and

***

It is going

world's only super-sized furnace—the size was reminiscent of a fortress, but the speed of the construction was very fast. It seemed like it

all because they did

work, the passive skills took effect and resulted in a steady increase of the construction

luck played a big

sure my good luck

of the interior that was large enough

two people who worked together for three days and nights became like one. Through repeated

of 'The Furnace of

mythical building for

achievement reward for the first myth ranked

reputation throughout the continent will rise

production

has been upgraded to the

legendary architect has

"Wow."

"Gasp."

were more than expected, and he also accumulated a large amount of fatigue.

person. Take him

"Yes!"

off to the infirmary

"Guests have arrived."

and changed his clothes. They were navy silk clothes made by the best tailor of the East Continent. The bottom hem came down to his

gorgeous embroidery, but it became stylish considering Grid's status. There were no combat related features. Instead, it

think I've already received over 30

different types of clothes from various nations. Culture and

it. It was useful in many ways to wear different clothes depending on the situation and mood.

keep these clothes well and I won't starve for

***

veins. They regarded the aggressiveness that came from this blood as an honor and the world classified them as an upper species. It meant that

"Gasp..."