Overgeared

""Space Sword.""

It had to be tolerated even if this space was destroyed and 'that' was touched. It was urgent to get rid of the monster wearing a human mask and who grasped the reality of that…

The demon who received the soul of the Sword Saint made a decision. There was just something he had overlooked. It was that Mercedes had witnessed the complete Space Sword several times. It was Sword Saint Kraugel's Space Sword. The Space Sword he was using could be more powerful than Kraugel's one, but it couldn't be perfect. The demonic energy that had accumulated in the demon who lived since close to the beginning was strong, but the soul transplanted into him was nothing more than a fake.

'It isn't Muller.'

Then why did he believe that Muller's soul was transplanted in him?

Mercedes threw the shield and plugged it into the wall. Then she used the handle as a rod. She held it in one hand and turned her body to dodge the Space Sword. It was a feat that happened in an instant. The entire backdrop behind her was split in half, making it even more gorgeous.

People cheered and the demon's face crumpled.

""You avoided it?""

The Sword Saint had to cut the target. The representative technique for proving this law was Space Sword. It was an ultra-wide range technique that cut down the center of the world by taking the target as the vanishing point rather than the ultimate target. The moment the world was cut apart, it was natural for the target to be cut with it.

However, it was avoided. The demon belatedly noticed it—the world wasn't exactly split in half, it was split diagonally.

'I got the vanishing point wrong.'

How could he make this mistake?

Mercedes spoke to the demon who was criticizing himself, "It is natural that you can't do it right."

""……?""

"You're not a Sword Saint."

""That… this is something I know myself. It doesn't make sense as a provocation."

He had been transplanted with only a very small part of the soul of Sword Saint Muller. He could only understand and use the techniques of the Sword Saint. He wasn't actually a Sword Saint.

'This is why it is impossible to be perfect and it is natural to make mistakes.'

How he dealt with the mistakes was important…

The demon sublimated the enemy's provocation into enlightenment and smiled with satisfaction. He calmed his mind and heart. Then his composure was broken right away.

"The soul you have been transplanted with isn't the Sword Saint."

""…What?""

which were half blue and half red, gradually

again, it is pointless. It is useless

isn't an

feet lightly. It was a gesture that indicated

isn't scribbles

""Scribbles? How insolent.""

knew—the trajectory of the sword he just used went around all of hell. It really cut the world. It wasn't at a level that could be disparaged

mind. They were the rumors that Muller was still alive. It was a rumor that shouldn't be true. If Muller was still alive, then the fragment

Sword was filled with the dramatic victory sword energy, thus the demon couldn't bear it completely. The more he couldn't overwhelm her in swordsmanship and the more the wounds on his body grew, the stronger

it isn't the Sword Saint… what

this in his soul…? The demon was unable to bear the fear and

turned to the huge piece of flesh

can't be…!

soul bombardment of this chunk of

life shouldn't be

Mythology. It was the era when Yatan stayed in hell. At that time, hell was a shelter for the dead who hadn't ascended to heaven. The demon sympathized and cared for the dead according to the will

the demon entered seclusion. He denied the new hell. Even so, the reason he accepted Baal's request to protect this place was for the sake of the future. In order to fight on the side of his God who would one day return, he coveted the power that Baal had given him in return for

and worked hard to train his strength.

""Kuek…""

was a total defeat. The fact that he was unable to subdue a swordsman with swordsmanship further increased the suspicion that filled his mind. He had long lost his composure. He wasn't able

him, "That chunk of flesh can

individuals. However, Mercedes saw traces left in those souls. They were like traces left on torn paper. No, to be

implanted into you is also a work that

the swordsmen who were killed by a Sword Saint were fused with the souls of unnamed great swordsmen? This was why it could

Mercedes persuaded the demon. It was a situation where even a little bit of help might not be enough to win,

""……""

couldn't easily answer. Despite feeling the same sense of horror as Mercedes, as well as a terrible sense of desolation, he didn't have the courage to antagonize this chunk of flesh. It was because he knew the truth that

not to touch it. It is

"A god?"

at first sight that it resembled

and wandered, created by

moment you harm it, the pain and anger might be

to make himself a god. It meant he understood

could be a vessel for creating a completely new god. Then I have to get

isn't that

power, but he wasn't omnipotent. If even the heavenly gods weren't omnipotent, how could the child of a god be omnipotent? It was the

he couldn't

think I have to get

was the culprit that turned the surface into an Asura Road. This was the overriding goal of this expedition and Mercedes had an obligation to get rid of it. To be honest, she didn't care