Overgeared

Flawless skin that shone smoothly, reminiscent of porcelain—Yura, who was on the battlefield, first captured people's attention with her appearance. However, people forgot about her appearance when talking about her. They were busy praising her and admiring her.

Baaaaaang!

The jade-colored magic power stretched out in a straight line and turned all the demonic creatures in its path to ashes. It was an artillery shell with a large strike range and penetration attributes. She naturally targeted the weaknesses of the demonic creatures and overpowered Judar's protection.

A small number of demons avoided the attack, but they still died in the end due to the wave of jade-colored magic power that dug into their eyes. Yura's combat style of moving at the same time as shooting and settling things with swordsmanship was very different from the past. She used Hell Leap very quickly and aggressively. The speed that resulted from it reminded people of Shunpo.

"You've worked hard! Leave the rear to us!"

It was also thanks to efficient role allocation that Yura could maintain her best condition. The wave of demonic creatures repeated at regular intervals. Additionally, each wave had different types of demonic creatures.

The Overgeared members reduced each other's burden by choosing battles favorable to them. It was a strategy made by the blood and sweat of the strategist group, who finally established the formula for predicting the interval between waves and the emergence of demonic creatures, and the countless people who conveyed a lot of information to them.

It was safe to say that the allies were of one heart and one mind. They moved in unison to defend the continent. It was possible because there was Grid. A person with absolute force and trust suppressed the division of humanity. It was crazy from the position of hell.

"Since ancient times, humanity has been the incarnation of desire and distrust. It is easy for them to get caught up in temptation, but that trick isn't working these days... Croak," Chepardea muttered to himself with an unbearable expression.

The remaining war period was only 11 days. In the next 11 days, the magic power of the Abyss would begin to recover. The space where Sword Demon Zepar had cut would be restored, and hell and earth would become independent again. The portals connecting the two worlds were scheduled to close.

It seemed impossible to achieve the goal of killing and weakening the Overgeared God in that time. The fundamental problem was the difference in power. The military force of the humans was too strong. It was vastly different from what was expected.

The son of Beriache, and Zik of the seven malignant saints—they defended the main bases and were particularly troublesome.

"She is making trouble even when dead. She is truly a persistent and disgusting woman. Croak."

Beriache was Baal's nemesis. Unlike Amoract, who initially agreed with Baal's plan, she opposed and interfered with it from the beginning to end. The essence of hell and so on.

'A fool who clings to meaningless things.'

"It seems impossible to capture that place."

Chepardea, who had been lost in thought and swearing to himself, suddenly came to his senses as he heard the voice.

Dantalion's legacy—the transparent crystal castle was reflecting light in all directions. It was a phenomenon caused by the sunlight cast in hell in the aftermath of the worlds mixing together, and the crystals that were originally black and then were purified. He involuntarily frowned.

"Croak. It seems impossible for such a low-level thing like you."

Chepardea's sarcastic expression was cold. He revealed his contemptuous eyes without hiding it. It was completely different from the days when he showed favor even when he tackled Agnus every time.

Chepardea loathed Agnus. It was natural. He didn't play an active role in the war despite Baal's direct intervention in giving him support. Agnus was the worst and most failed Baal's Contractor ever. It was worse than Betty, who was abandoned after Baal completely lost interest. The fact that he was given some of Marbas' power was a matter of great regret.

"Then I'm glad," Agnus responded nonchalantly. He regarded Chepardea's changed attitude as insignificant. No, he accepted it comfortably. It was because he was accustomed to the contempt. He also understood how Chepardea felt.

It was immediately after the start of the war. Agnus' plan to quickly regain his levels by sweeping through the cities and battlefields was disrupted. The reason was that he was killed by Faker, who followed him like a ghost the moment he came to the human world. The same situation was repeated several times afterwards. He had to suspect if there was a location tracker attached to his body. Due to this, Agnus didn't grow properly. He often received the penalty of being unable to connect due to consecutive deaths.

He wasn't really angry.

'If I am weak, then I should be trampled on.'

It was a truth he realized from an early age. All the humiliation he was experiencing now was a matter of course. It was just retribution for the malice spread when he wandered as a maniac obsessed with the impossible resurrection of his lover. He had no power to resist it. That was all.

of the

"I'm ready."

the small mirror in

feature was that it crossed space through 'things that reflected light,' so it was called the mirror

strength, we might be able

at war—she was only 10th in the ranking, but

raiding Gamigin's soul vault. It was an event that would directly lead

time. Immediately enter, kill Leraje,

had never seen before. He easily infiltrated the black crystal castle which had been called an impregnable fortress. The power of the oruol, respected by Baal's subordinate, was a

and she clearly looked flustered. The momentum of the supreme king was nowhere to be seen. It was

I was away and made trouble. Croak. Leraje, you

line? It is ridiculous. The subordinates of Baal, who distorted hell

long tongue grabbed her neck.

"You... one day, Baal..."

these few words before her breathing faded. Nevertheless, she was smiling. She seemed very pleased with Chepardea's stiff

room wasn't enough for the undead procession and it continued to line up outside the window. Just then, the tightly closed door was broken as a sign

the death knights at the forefront to confront them. It was because the

'Tamed monsters?'

was a talented guy. How big was Grid's domain?

was because it confirmed the undead who

Agnus snorted.

is nothing sudden or

the red-skinned demon only to be crushed by something dark and collapsed. A death god was standing on its back

"Faker..."

to hell to kill him? Something wet and unpleasant passed by Agnus' cheek as he laughed in an absurd manner. It was Chepardea's tongue. Faker moved from his spot to avoid the tongue

have been feeling your eyes for a while. Have you

"......"

demon only to face an entirely unexpected situation. Of course, his expression on the surface was calm. He wasn't at a level where he would make the mistake of blurring his judgment due

I think we need to rescue

of the hell expedition survived Eligos, and it was the same when it came to Yura and Kraugel's performance in hell. The

replied from

-I understand.

that was imprisoning Leraje's neck. The problem started from there. The mucus from Chepardea's tongue caused the daggers to slip. Then the mirror demon furiously attacked the two assassins that were trying to maintain a mental state that

failing to completely avoid the attack and had a gut

'It is dangerous.'

location really wasn't

and followed it. Unexpectedly, they fell to hell. They even encountered Baal's subordinate. It was like facing a disaster. It was hard to even talk about the odds of

as the two of them were considering

You are too late!" the red-skinned demon, Glant shouted. His excited

Step.

oruol, Faker, Kasim, and Agnus naturally headed that way.Then Chepardea's tongue was cut off. The army

of sword energy. It was Sword Saint Kraugel, who responded

surface for the time being and sent Kraugel to hell to be Leraje's guard. This made Kraugel feel something strange. It felt

'Well, it isn't bad.'

The colorless sword energy cut at all concepts passing by. The growth-type weapon, which evolved to

A year of fighting against the yangban, Mir, in the east. The accumulated experience was flooding in the wake of the great human and demon war. It was the precursor to

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and precious relationships—Grid had obtained everything. Now his