Overgeared

Pain was to be remembered. Once imprinted, it couldn't be easily shaken off.

"...It doesn't hurt at all." Jishuka smiled slightly as she sat in the capsule for a long time and rubbed her fingers. The pain in her fingers that overlapped every time she continuously fired—this was the worst penalty an archer had to endure. They had to feel the pain of their flesh being crushed, their muscles being ruptured, and their bones cracking throughout the battle. It might not be comparable to actual pain, but it still hurt.

Above all, it was very difficult psychologically. The longer the battle, the more times the bowstring was pulled. She knew that this pain would stay in her memories and torture her all night after she returned to reality and she sometimes wanted to run away.

Of course, she didn't really escape. She didn't take a step back. She didn't complain of pain to her colleagues or show it. Even so, Grid knew her pain. After she returned from the hell expedition, he presented her with a new thimble. It was a durable thimble. It wrapped around her fingers and contained Grid's warm consideration.

'...You have always been paying attention to me.'

He trusted her. He thought she would be able to do well with this rough thimble.

"Good, let's have strength."

Jishuka enjoyed the moment for a while before standing up vigorously. On the hologram in front of the capsule, Grid's activity was being shown. It was very cool to see him break through the crisis in some way. It was an expected performance. Just as Grid believed in JIshuka, she believed in Grid.

'Relax and fight at ease.'

She would protect the Behen Archipelago to the end—she made this resolution as she ate the banana milk flavored calorie bar and spicy chicken flavored nuts. It was an effort to adapt to Korean tastes, although it was a distorted palate. In any case, she supplemented herself with nutrients and lay down in the capsule again.

***

The 8th Great Demon, Barbatos, presided over death. If the target was within his 'field of view,' he could shoot them regardless of the distance and terrain. Thus, he was called the god of death.

He was the object of actual faith. His ability to execute others beyond time and space was sufficient to make him an object of awe and worship. Unlike Sitri, who swallowed the ghosts of hell and lost his ego in exchange for gaining a power comparable to a god, Barbatos was becoming a real demon god with the worship of other demons.

...This was until Leraje became active. It was hundreds of years ago. Leraje returned with the undefeated myth from the Behen Archipelago and emerged as a new idol. Otherwise, Barbatos would have succeeded in building divinity by monopolizing the worship of demons.

In Empress Basara's bedroom, inside the imperial palace...

'What...' Barbatos, who was using a place no one could've predicted as a sniping point, was shaken. It was because Grid kept avoiding and blocking his sniping. Grid did it while fighting Baal. He was doing the impossible.

'Is Baal doing it half-heartedly?'

It was natural to wonder about such a thing. Barbatos was close to Baal's faction, but he didn't trust Baal. Baal knew clearly that he was aiming for Grid's divinity and made it difficult on purpose. He cursed and said that there wouldn't be another son of a bitch like this in the world. Then, suddenly—

'...No?' He confirmed that Baal's face had a distorted smile.

Chill.

chill went down Barbatos' spinal

***

Baal had rubbed against the silver threads in the process of charging. Thanks to this, Grid identified the location Baal was coming from even before his transcendent senses were activated. He predicted the next attack by assigning Baal's fist techniques and personality to the trajectory

was the moment when his speed and level of thinking entered

like a piece of paper. It wasn't an expression of emotion.

The sword that was surrounded by mana, blood, and fighting energy rapidly increased in size and cut at Baal's shoulder while blocking Barbatos'

'It is easy.'

and intuition that was regarded as the exclusive property of geniuses. The information delivered by the silver threads of the 30 God Hands orbiting at intervals of five meters opened up a new horizon

a threat was coming. It raised his reflexes without reading it in detail until the

be great, but they were just less convenient when compared with the

tilted sword dropped down and rose up. There was a sound like thunder when it slashed. Then strangely, it stopped in the middle of the rotation. It disappeared without notice. This was because the sword dance

responded to the information delivered by his senses in real time. Thus, it was even trickier. Grid's sword dance, which had its own regularity, turned into something mysterious

truly interesting guy.' Baal grabbed his restless left hand and stepped back. It was only after several minutes of attacking and defending that he saw through and escaped Grid's artificial sensory

a few minutes. At the time when he gained Zik's body, Baal checked that it was on the level of a 'high level tower association member.' Still, the upper dantian was comparable to his main body and he was able to control the hell moon. He decided he would enjoy it as much as he

for a

no comparable

destruction of countless worlds. Along the way, he had witnessed and experienced more geniuses than the stars, but he thought Grid was the best. It was natural. If Madra had lived

the last world finally

bullet that came again and urged Baal, "It is pointless to buy

was thrilling to have complete control over the flow

items, thus it consumed less concentration. It was much faster than when he

had been wrapped around his skin like armor, rose in a haze. It was reminiscent of the past Grid's Blackening. It was a change in order to make

"This is the limit."

only a fragment of a particular ego. It was impossible for him to use Baal's power or to summon hell. It was a matter of authority that

"It won't disappoint you."

shook. The wavelength was huge. A huge explosion occurred on the other side of the direction in which the demonic energy shook.

was in that

now—the Overgeared members, who were helping the soldiers retreat according to Lauel's order, stiffened like

the speculation could

——!

black line. It intertwined with an orange line

"Grid!"

was shot along with Braham's cry that was filled with a rare passion. A huge tsunami swallowed the sky that was dyed several colors.

sky. The tsunami, which

the terrace faltered. At this time, an explosion occurred in the palace and caused Braham to fall to the ground.

chasing after him had the modifier 'Barbatos's subordinates.' The series of explosions inside the palace caused part of the imperial palace to collapse. In these circumstances, Mercedes and Asmophel