Overgeared

"It is ordinary."

Those who were active in hell were burdened with all sorts of restrictions. They couldn't escape, they couldn't use movement skills, they couldn't communicate over a distance, etc. The tower members even experienced the debuff where their stats dropped dramatically. They suddenly entered hell, so they didn't have a chance to raid Hell Gao. They weren't in a perfect condition. Therefore—

"Hell is no big deal. It is rather trivial compared to the surface where transcendents and dragons roam," Biban muttered nonsense.

It was around the time when the Asura Road was closed and the heroes returned one by one. In the midst of those who felt relieved, delighted, or moved, Biban alone spoke indifferently.

Jessica poked him in the side to make him notice, but it was useless.

"T-That..."

The king of the half-draconians, Bunsdel, frowned. Biban's dismissive attitude, which was unlike everyone else who was covered in wounds or burns, was very unpleasant. The hell expedition was active, no matter how big or small. Some of them might be relatively less active, but they shouldn't be blamed. It might be a small performance, but it was true that it was definitely helpful. Additionally, they all suffered the same risk to their lives.

Bunsdel had been with them in hell, so he knew it well.

Half-draconians, a species with the lineage of Evil Dragon Bunhelier—Bunsdel was their king and recognized humans as an inferior species, but he respected those in the hell expedition. He couldn't get over the nonsense of Biban, who seemed to deny their hardships.

"I heard that there are many humans who become senile when they get old. This is exactly the case with you. How pitiful your life is for you to grow old with no shame."

"What?"

Biban's eyes widened when he heard the sudden harsh words. In fact, Biban was also dejected in his own way. He had thrown himself into hell with the determination to die for humanity, but he couldn't even properly meet a demonic creature, let alone a demon. The hell he experienced was a surprisingly calm and peaceful world. It was after properly killing the 6th Great Demon, Valefor, who had interfered.

It was because there was no one blocking his path in hell. It was natural. For the demons and demonic creatures of hell, the Sword Saint was one of the few objects of fear. Wasn't Biban the teacher of Muller? The demons heard rumors that he killed Valefor and deliberately avoided him. They ran away with the thought that they would die as soon as they encountered him.

This was why Biban wandered around without meeting demons. After overcoming one crisis, he only enjoyed peace and had no choice but to misunderstand hell. Of course, he would've doubted the situation if he was a person capable of normal things, but there were some flaws in Biban's wisdom.

"Now I can see that you are a half-draconian. Your founder and I are in the same hierarchy, but you don't recognize people and are presumptuous. Even if you have the madness that resembles your founder, you are definitely crazy."

"Do you know who my founder is to talk nonsense like this? He is the evil dragon, Bunhelier. Don't you dare insult him. He is wicked, but he isn't as crazy as you."

It was an explosive situation. It was while they were returning home in glory. As people warmly welcomed and cheered for the hell expedition that returned unharmed, the two Absolutes cooled the atmosphere. That's right. From the perspective of the general public, Biban and Bunsdel were Absolutes. They were god-like beings who could kill or save a person with a single, careless gesture. Many people wouldn't be able to bear it if they fought in the middle of the city.

"I beg you, please calm down the Sword Saint..." Lauel politely requested of the tower member near him. It was the 6th Seat. It was the fighter, Ken, who had the most aggressiveness among the tower members.

"Why? All those who have inherited Bunhelier's blood deserve to die anyway."

"Not necessarily..."

"Huh? What is that on your wrist? Why do traces of a dragon repeatedly appear and disappear?"

that is the black flame dragon that is

to

moment. I

the heroes, Biban and Bunsdel who were ready to fight right away, Nefelina who was terrified for some

calm down at all and the commotion only grew. It wasn't

Kuwooooh!

Reinhardt. It was the shadow of a

"Waaahhhhhhhh!"

Grid and Bunhelier from the surface cheered and welcomed them. So much blind faith and affection poured

members were dumbfounded. They suffered from the hell penalty of being unable to communicate across a distance, so they weren't

"Bunhelier...!"

who stood by Jurene's side also prepared to fight in response to

member with the exception of Hayate—thanks to God's Circle, he denied some of Baal's laws and was exposed to Grid's epic. Therefore, he tried to calm down the tower members. It was just that they couldn't be easily

old dragon Bunhelier, who was considered the second most dangerous after Nevartan. Bunhelier's atrocities were famous among the tower members. He wasn't communicative like the gourmet dragon, nor did he value his dignity like the fire dragon. He was no different from

Our founder has appeared to punish

first. He was greatly moved by the sight

harm human

a sea of fire and the Overgeared Empire would perish in history. He didn't want to see the people he had defended die. He was also afraid

swords in unison. The people and soldiers who filled the

saw a great dragon. Bunsdel was

a good manner....?' Bunsdel was

atmosphere, the murmurs of the tower members were growing louder. Bunsdel and the tower members had to see it. The person riding on the neck of Bunhelier, who

It was Grid.

"......"

wrapped around him to support him, but they were one step late. Everyone witnessed the ugliness of the king of the half-draconians fainting with a foaming mouth. Even

on the Crazy God and Crazy Dragon. There was no way their attention would be distracted just because the king of

he is riding an

"It is also Bunhelier."

Hayate.

atmosphere

Nefelina shouted with her small fists

made her father insane. From the moment she was born, her purpose was to kill Bunhelier. Yet

mind was so dizzy that her

"......"

who sighed with pity at the sight of the big, round eyes filled with tears. It was because Nefelina's appearance was that of

most people knew who she was, but they still dared to

"Nefelina, you misunderstood."

neck, approached Nefelina, and