Overgeared

There was one reason why Black Knight Eligos was ranked 20th—it was due to the belief that the right to protect the 20th Hell, Dog's Mouth, lay only with himself. He was concerned about another demon other than himself taking care of Dog's Mouth. He feared that the doorway between hell and the surface would open and close on a petty whim, turning hell into a cheap marketplace.

Therefore, he didn't yield his position or seek ascension. He just stayed in place with Cerberus.

Why did he have to put in such effort? It was because Eligos was surprisingly a worshiper of hell. Hell was the source of a great being like himself. He had a very strong sense of pride. Yet at some point, he became fascinated by Grid.

The ability to control the trajectory—Eligos' power to neutralize all the enemy's tactics while exerting his own armed might as an absolute law was beyond the natural course of things. His innate talent was so outstanding that he was exceptional enough to be counted on one hand among all those in hell. Even Baal and Amoract respected him.

Those Eligos himself considered to be his enemies were rare. Apart from undefeated beings like Baal, Amoract, and Leraje, and some unknown beings, he believed he was close to invincible. However, he had the feeling that the Grid he encountered today was more in line with the word 'invincible.'

The one who wore dragon scales as armor wasn't easily cut. Even if it was barely cut, it quickly recovered again and again and exhausted Eligos in reverse. It was both mentally and physically.

Eligos glimpsed the 100 black-gold hands that moved non-stop while using Grid as the source.

Metal that never broke—the world's most powerful substance that could be subdued and restrained, but couldn't be bent or broken.

That's right—in Eligos' eyes, Grid looked like metal, not a living being. There was a corner of him that found it futile to resist. The problem wasn't the armed might, but the difference in thought that fighting against such an opponent itself was a loss.

At this time, Grid seemed to be in a hurry to win, showing that his heart was urgent. The question of whether he needed to fight spread like inspiration in Eligos' mind.

"…Make a contract?"

"Yes."

Usually, when it came to a contract with a demon, there was a strong perception that the soul had to be sacrificed. However, it was completely different in reality. Based on what was shown in the relationship between Yura and the red demon, it was more common for a demon's contract to be conducted in a more simplified way. Usually, when a demon offered a contract to a human, it was because they were in a bad position.

How shameful would it be to ask for a soul when they had given up their pride and offered a contract? The rumor that a contract with a demon required a soul was a type of prejudice spread by incompetent black magicians.

"Perhaps the urgency has something to do with the moon."

Grid was communicating with his apostles in real time. Mercedes was Grid's knight, lover, and family. The environment of hell and the distance from here were interfering with communication, but he vaguely noticed the situation she was in. It was the same logic as that.

Eligos, one of the monarchs of hell, was faintly aware of the events taking place somewhere in hell at this moment. He put himself in Grid's position.

"If you want to leave, I will let you go. I will sign a contract, so you can trust my promise, and the content of the contract is simple. I won't harm you unless you harbor the intention of harming my territory. As an added bonus, I will send you to the place you want to go in a single breath."

"Isn't that one-sidedly advantageous to me?"

Grid's vigilance grew even deeper. The content of the contract could be interpreted as a favor to him and it was very suspicious.

of you," Eligos

"……?"

sorry for Cerberus who

Yip, yiip…

turned his three heads and looked at Eligos with resentment. It was as if he was scolding Eligos to not talk nonsense. Eligos

Grid didn't hesitate for long. He nodded the moment he confirmed there were no problems with the contents of the 'Contract with Eligos' that appeared in front

great choice." A smile spread across Eligos'

being recorded in the Overgeared God's

for eons, was frightened by the majesty of the Overgeared

to the 20th epic that was hard for anyone to believe unless they witnessed

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gather again and dissipated. The sword energy that soared up

[It wasn't, wise.]

as if to rebuke Mercedes. He seemed worried. Of course,

deflected the sword of the blackened Grid and was filled with doubts. 'That's right. It wasn't

be done after Grid and the apostles joined. However, Mercedes wasn't satisfied with

on the basis of rational thinking. It was because she was the only one who could grasp the horrible identity of this chunk of flesh. Mercedes felt the need to pinpoint this accurately before bringing Grid and the

she needed to get rid of that red chunk of

Sad… Help me… It

chunk of flesh wasn't easy to avoid. It was because it was very fast and the number rushing at her at the same time was in the tens and hundreds. The best Mercedes could do was to distinguish between the dangerous and non-dangerous souls

no aggression and simply harbored a grudge were accepted without being avoided. It was obviously the best solution. This best solution was the

pain, anger, and sorrow of these souls were engraved onto her soul and she developed

Grid had made and put on

but she was more concerned about Grid than her

No matter what form it took, the baptism of souls from the chunk of flesh was

chunk of flesh was able to use the flesh that had fallen from

master of

was filled with surprise as she blocked the sword of the blackened Grid and exchanged looks with him. She watched the eyes of

have,

"……!"

of Grid. It was just a trace of Grid's clone that had blackened and wandered through hell without perishing. However, he was gradually getting smarter. His years of

have a soul

was feeling shocked by the realization. Then he wrapped his arms around her neck. He squeezed her neck tight and

through the eyes, of

that chunk of flesh and he often peeked at the surface. Every day that the hell

watched with

[I love, you.]

Chill.