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,"

"……?"

sorry for Cerberus who is

Yip, yiip…

almost like a dragon based on the size of his body, made a groaning sound. He turned his three heads and looked at Eligos with resentment. It was as

accept the offer." Grid didn't hesitate for long. He nodded the moment he confirmed there were no problems with the contents of the

is a great choice." A

this was being recorded in

the mythical monster who had been guarding the entrance of hell for eons, was frightened by the majesty of the Overgeared God and

that was hard for anyone to believe unless they

***

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 up for tens of meters was reduced to the level of just covering the White Tiger Sword. In a series of successive battles, an unexpected and

[It wasn't, wise.]

as if to rebuke Mercedes. He seemed worried. Of course, this couldn't be

the sword of the blackened Grid and was filled with doubts. 'That's right.

the hell moon. It was right to report it to Grid the moment she found out where 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 finding the location of the moon. She dared to go underground, and in the end, she tried to get rid

underground. Until then, Mercedes had been acting on the basis of rational thinking. It was because she was the only one who could grasp the horrible identity of this chunk

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

me… It hurts…

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

harm people—the souls with no aggression and simply harbored a grudge were accepted without being avoided.

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

threatening. The armor that Grid had made and put on her was repeatedly torn apart. The flesh that

was more concerned

souls. No matter what form it took, the baptism of souls from the chunk of flesh was equally threatening in

The chunk of flesh was able to use the flesh

master of the

looks with him. She watched the eyes

have, run

"……!"

that had blackened and wandered through hell without perishing. However, he was gradually getting

he have a soul

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

through the eyes, of

had been killed by Grid and fell back to hell—his soul 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

that guy hated and what he loved—he watched with jealousy all the time but he sometimes

[I love, you.]

Chill.