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?""

and half red, gradually turned red

is useless no matter how much

world isn't an abstract expression.

feet lightly. It was a gesture that indicated to the land that had been

scribbles

""Scribbles? How insolent.""

the world. It wasn't at a level that could be disparaged as scribbles. Eventually, the

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 of the soul transplanted into the demon wouldn't really belong to

The quality of the weapons themselves was different. Moreover, the current White Tiger Sword was filled with the dramatic victory sword energy, thus the demon couldn't bear it

the Sword Saint… what

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

transparent eyes were turned to the huge piece

it can't

that Mercedes' eyes could see through the soul. In fact, she wasn't deceived by the soul bombardment of this chunk of flesh. Therefore, he

life shouldn't

who hadn't ascended to heaven. The demon sympathized and cared for the dead according to the will of God. This was until God disappeared all of

deformed, 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.

he cut off communication with Baal and worked hard to train his strength. Yet that power was fake? Then the years he endured were

""Kuek…""

It 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

a cruel truth to him, "That chunk of

flesh attacked were independent individuals. However, Mercedes saw traces left in those souls. They were like traces left on

you is also a

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

get rid of it," Mercedes persuaded the demon. It was a situation where even a little bit of help might not be enough to win, so she felt a certain sense of betrayal when she saw the

""……""

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

better not to touch it. It

"A god?"

noticed at first sight that it resembled

wandered, created

The moment you harm it, the pain

that Baal would use it to make himself

new god. Then I

isn't that impossible

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

he couldn't convince

have to get rid of

No matter the reality of this thing, it was true that it was currently performing the role of a hell moon. It 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