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.

afraid of you," Eligos told him

"……?"

sorry for

Yip, yiip…

the size of his body, made a groaning sound. He turned his three heads and looked at Eligos with resentment. It was as if he was scolding

confirmed there were no problems with the contents of the 'Contract with Eligos' that appeared in front of

a great choice." A smile spread

this was being recorded in the Overgeared God's

the entrance of hell for

to the 20th epic that was hard for

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exchanged blows with the blackened Grid, the more the sword energy of dramatic victory shook like it was going to be extinguished. The remnants of the scattered sword energy couldn't gather again and dissipated. The sword energy that soared

[It wasn't, wise.]

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

Grid and was filled with

it was. Dealing with the moon was something that could be done after Grid and the apostles joined. However, Mercedes wasn't satisfied with just

of rational thinking. It was because she was the only

the anxiety that she needed to get rid of that red chunk of flesh right away. She lost her

scared… Sad… Help me… It hurts… I'm cold… Save

souls shot by the 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

and simply harbored a grudge were accepted without being avoided. It was obviously the best solution. This

souls. The pain, anger, and sorrow of these souls were engraved onto her soul and she developed a grudge against hell and this chunk of flesh. It gave her the strong willpower to get rid

pincer attacks of the blackened Grid and the chunk of flesh were very threatening. The armor that Grid had made and put on her was repeatedly torn apart. The flesh that was revealed through the cracks

concerned about Grid than

be targeted by distinguishing the forms of the rushing souls. No matter what form it took, the baptism of souls from the chunk of

there would be. The chunk of flesh was

of

surprise as she blocked the sword of the blackened Grid and exchanged looks with him. She watched the eyes of the blackened Grid shake when they had previously only seemed

should have, run

"……!"

was gradually getting smarter. His years of wandering through hell grew longer and he started to question his own existence. He tried to perceive himself as 'I' and not

a soul since

his knees to Mercedes' abdomen as she was feeling shocked by the realization. Then he wrapped his

saw you, through

was held by that chunk of flesh and he often peeked at the surface. Every day that the hell moon remained on the surface, he kept his eye on the life of the main body that

that guy hated and what he loved—he watched with jealousy all

[I love, you.]

Chill.