Overgeared

The reason Baal's henchmen were arrogant was because they were living history.

The time when hell was a paradise for the dead—Baal's henchmen went through all sorts of battles. In the war against Beriache, they overcame countless obstacles and helped Baal. They might've never dared to confront Beriache directly, but it meant they contributed a little bit to her end.

They had to be proud of themselves. Most of the things they went through afterwards were treated as trivial. It was different from having dementia. Beriache's power was such a nightmare that it made it easy for them to treat the powerful presences and events they encountered later as relatively trivial.

The 'fear' they felt at this moment was very extraordinary.

'Piaro, the apostle of the Overgeared God.'

'God-level. He is an opponent that is hard to deal with.'

Of course, not all gods were powerful. Just as there were demons who were hunted by humans, there were also gods who weren't omnipotent. However, they knew that most gods could perform miracles. Based on people's faith, they often wielded a power beyond their strength. This was the case with Piaro today.

Piaro's basic skills such as controlling the flames and his slow reaction were as weak as reported. It was just that the moment he succeeded in controlling the flames, he exerted a great deal of destructive power. It was an overwhelming power that was at odds with his lack of strength. Therefore, they judged him to be god-level.

'An all-out battle is impossible, but… this doesn't mean there is no way.'

The henchmen exchanged looks. It was in a barely noticeable manner. Like old men who had followed Baal at a reasonable distance and lived for thousands of years, their judgment of the situation was very quick. They understood that Piaro's miracle was to borrow the power of 'nature.' Their top priority was to kill and eliminate the bastard who belatedly appeared and created the wind and rain. Then they plotted an operation to extinguish all the nearby flames.

They weren't worried about Piaro's interference. There might be a storm of wind and rain, but they were able to resist it to some extent as long as it had 'attributes.' Everything would be easier once they broke through the storm and killed that bastard…

The henchmen decided the direction without a conversation and scattered. Some moved on the ground, while another one soared into the sky and rode on the back of the ghost horse.

Hihing!

The wild ghost horse shuddered. It shook its head up and down in order to shake off the demon that had dared to climb onto its back. At this time, the henchman used flames.

The wheat field that shouldn't exist in hell—he induced the blue flames of the ghost horse to pour down toward the golden land that was beneficial to Piaro. He predicted that the wind and rain that Piaro controlled would move to extinguish the flames. It was to create a path for his colleagues to easily move by limiting the path of the wind and rain.

'The speed of controlling the flames is very slow. He has no choice but to move the wind and rain…'

The thoughts of this henchman stopped. It was because the weapon that flew like a thunderbolt pierced both eyes and penetrated through his brain. It was a weapon with a terribly bizarre form. It was a shape that greatly resembled a trident and it looked good to scrape at the target and lift them. It was a pitchfork. However, the demons didn't know farming equipment.

'Human beings have such cruel weapons?'

Wielding a weapon that looked like it could scrape off skin and flesh, and pull out every organ inside the body? The henchman who remembered the rumors that the surface was infested with humans worse than demons twisted his body violently. The leverage moved the pitchfork stuck in his skull, but he didn't care. He just had to live and it would be possible to reattach the skull and regenerate the spilled brain matter.

Yes, it was enough to run away.

"…What?"

henchman was stunned as he kicked the horse's back and jumped even further. It was

faster

ability

wrong. His brain was broken, so maybe he was mistaken about something. Despite his suspicions, the henchman swung his scythe. Then he realized he wasn't mistaken. It was

"This…"

Slash!

"Swords… manship?"

saved the hard-earned swordsmanship without abandoning it. It was sublimated

encompassed life and death. The techniques and symbolism contained in it was enormous. The Matchless Heart Technique

to the hand

the worst

He soared from the ground. The landscape of the huge wheat field behind their backs was changing. It lost

They were indeed old

is no longer your

barely suppressed it. The henchmen noticed that the miracle that Piaro was performing was greater than the miracles of the gods, but they didn't dare express it. They were wary that their 'recognition'

opportunity for their seriously injured colleague to recover. They had no intention of winning. They decided it was enough to buy time and they had sufficient ability to do this. It was because they were the protagonists

Hihing!

to kick the demon bastard who previously rode it. The still seriously injured henchman screamed and was thrown to the ground. The problem arose from there. The henchmen's plan to find a way out by working with the colleague who was

"That crazy horse bastard…!"

the faces of the growling henchmen soon changed. It was because they saw the plan that underpinned the

of the four henchmen—the one who had been hiding his traces since earlier had arrived in front of Lauel. The wind

themselves as they

There was the

the heart and chest of the henchman who attacked

"……?!"

based on the Thorn of Deep Grievance. It inflicted damage proportional to the health of the target.

so many of them? The fortunate thing was that Baal's henchmen

Full of the Love of the Overgeared

weak body. The number of uses might be limited, but it had the ability to absorb a certain amount of damage. There was such a thing as equipment regions and there

"You…!"

it was too late. Piaro arrived after killing

battlefield with you," Lauel, who

half his face with one hand. His eyes were filled with a brilliant light and

actions. He was considerate to those who would

the shadows of the dead henchmen. Four fragments absorbed the power of the henchmen. They wriggled and merged into one before staring at