Overgeared

Hayate's Dragon Killing Sword was a weapon crafted by gathering sword energy. Baal's demonic sword was similar.Baal's magic power wasn't just a medium for using magic, but also the medium that made matter real. It was a type of energy that came from a mental image. It was a technique that was also a symbol of an Absolute.

Couldn't he make armor if he could make a sword?

The black light that shot out in all directions as Baal was facing Drop Dragon Pinnacle Link Kill Wave was a sign of the destruction of the armor that wrapped around his body in real time. It was armor made from the mental image of a strong self-defense. It was the mental image of the Absolute of hell. Yet it was pierced. It was torn apart.

"......"

Baal's original body had a different weight from his fragments of consciousness. He didn't show any ugliness like coughing up blood. He slowly raised his body while swallowing the gushing blood.

The wide field of view spread out in front, behind, to the left, and to the right as he confirmed that his fingertips were slightly trembling. He looked again at the senses that were spread throughout hell and found that this trembling was real, not false. It had been a long time since he had seen his heart personally.

Baal stared at the wounds on his chest that were recovering quickly with the power of super fast regeneration and immediately smiled.

"Finally."

Baal felt a joy that was more intense than the fires of the hell river. It was because the tension he had been longing for had finally arrived after so many years.

"I found the right toy."

Baal had witnessed more deaths than anyone else. In a contradictory manner, he dreamed of death as he watched every being, who died and fell into hell, yearning for a new life. Didn't even these insignificant beings realize that life was precious after dying?

He naturally developed a curiosity about death. The unfulfilled curiosity degenerated into twisted desire. Baal wanted to die. If he couldn't die, he wanted to feel a near-death crisis once again. For example, like when he confronted Beriache. It was in order to realize that he was alive.

[It is nasty nonsense.]

Bunhelier heard Baal's story and made an expression like his ears were going to rot. Grid didn't even respond. From the beginning, he didn't have the expectation that Baal would have a special story. It was because Baal was pure evil. It was different from the situations of three-dimensional characters who had detailed stories. It was just garbage. He had to be erased.

Would Baal's death accelerate Satisfy's ending? The ending...

Where was the ending? Did the world he live in have an ending?

"...The world."

"?"

"It is a world without you!!"

From a single sword dance to a five fusion sword dance, he almost went on a rampage. He was influenced by the madness and gained the debuff 'unable to identify

this

in the middle of his forehead. That's right. Grid couldn't distinguish between Baal and Bunhelier. He even forgot that he was enjoying the effects of Dragon Knight and mistakenly thought that the existence he was standing on was also an enemy. It

he just attacked and tested it randomly. Whether it was because of the madness of Baal's craftiness, Grid had no

It is a situation where

power and characteristics of an old dragon—it was powerful, but

clicked his tongue and moved his fingers. Long fingernails rubbed against each other, releasing frost-like fragments. A chill filled the area. A bone-chilling cold came unknowingly. It was a

early. Come when

of being unsurpassed. The perfection of technique was something that ordinary humans, so-called craftsmen, could do. The biggest existence in hell that

other words, Muller was someone who completed the

"......!"

uncontrollably fast. The items he was equipped with stopped functioning altogether. The dragon

Baal's mental

[Hey...! Hey!! Wake up!!]

glided. He shouted at the frozen Grid a few times. However, it was useless. Grid

body,

felt like his own value had been decreased. His ego was so hurt that he gritted his teeth badly. However, he couldn't swear

'It is natural.'

had only been a god for a few years. In fact, it was fortunate that he didn't make a

relying

at the absurdity.

[You are great.]

he wouldn't keep. He also didn't attempt

used for the benefit of others. It was quite strange. Awkward and unpleasant emotions welled up, but it wasn't particularly difficult. Bunhelier merely acknowledged Grid. It didn't take any

became providence. Cracks started to appear on the

"You did something pointless."

the first time. He didn't like Bunhelier's intervention.

candy that Grid was biting in his mouth had melted away and his consciousness wasn't intact. During the rampage, his wounds had increased quite significantly. It was minor compared to the wounds Baal had suffered, but it had to be taken into account that Grid's body was

recover and proliferate at a very fast speed. On the other

toy on the verge of breaking. It was impossible for Bunhelier, who forced Grid to

alive..." Baal took a step back as he spoke coldly. No, he accelerated two and then three steps. He gradually moved back and replaced 80% of the

a mental image. Then the high canyon rising to his left and right caught his attention. It was the Sanctuary of Metal. It was the mental world opened by Grid, who came to his senses thanks to Bunhelier's Dragon Words. He had suppressed it due

Baal failed to

of