Overgeared

"Was a fortnight in hell 15 years on the surface?"

It was a half-hearted joke. It was Baal's own effort to understand Grid's rapid development.

Of course, the current Baal wasn't complete. A substitute for Yatan—it was also right after he consumed a considerable amount of energy while experimenting with creating a new evil god. Due to this devastated mind, his mental image loosened. His condition was bad, his magic power weakened, he felt numb and dull, etc.

Nevertheless, he was still an Absolute. He was in a position where he shouldn't suffer a unilateral loss twice in a row. However, he received a blow. It meant that Grid had truly become strong.

'This is why the failure I experienced a fortnight ago was great.'

It was a failure, not a defeat.

The cooperation between Grid and Bunhelier—Baal had only died once to the Crazy God and Crazy Dragon, who had reached the level of an Absolute. He could fight harder until he got the same result thousands of times. However, Grid's epic judged his death to be a defeat. It was pure nonsense. It was an unacceptable defeat for Baal. Therefore, he described it as a failure.

'It is a shame that my status was damaged back then.'

Why did he feel regret now? Of course, it was due to Grid. That guy's growth rate was beyond predictions. It was much faster compared to the previous steps in development that he made so far. He was almost a threat.

"Whoa."

Grid's divine sword seemed like it had been created from the beginning to respond to Amoract. It was a great combination with the pure white hell created by Amoract's bizarre mental world. Every time it moved, it blurred and erased its presence.

"The two of you look alike."

Baal used the demon sword like Grid's artificial senses. Based on the reaction of the dark demonic energy surrounding the sword, he read and responded to Twilight's approach.

"Both of you don't know shame." A smirk spread across Baal's face as he finally started to avoid Grid's sword dance in an easy manner. "A demon who tries to flatter a god and a god who deceives the uncivilized human race. It suits you."

"You must be very nervous seeing that you are making a personal attack," Grid opened his mouth. It was to buy a bit of time. Every time Baal's demon sword struck, black demonic energy spread and covered the area. The divinity spreading from Twilight deepened. The efficiency was bad even if he tried a surprise attack. It was read clearly by Baal.

Grid instead switched to a defensive posture to take advantage of the increased attack power.

Then Baal asked him, "How is Hexetia doing?"

"......?"

"I still vividly remember the one who asked me to help bring a divine punishment down on Pagma. The appearance of the god who was jealous of a mere human being and rushed to hell to ask for help was ugly enough to make me vomit."

pleasant as he recalled that time. "You should know. The reason Hexetia gave you that sword as a gift is to erase his ugly past, not for you. If you trust him, then you will surely regret it one day. The one who was jealous of a single human would

Grid asked while pointing to Twilight and

see the situation of Asgard in real time. Even if he knew that Hexetia had been imprisoned, he would've mistakenly believed that Hexetia was released the moment he saw Twilight. It was because Twilight was the strongest weapon ever. It was to the point where one

"I made it."

eyes, which were black without any whites,

Uhhh...

followed. Before anyone knew it, Pagma's soul

Are you lying when it is an obvious fact that you can't make that sword with your skills? You must have pretty low self-esteem. One day, you will get to the point where you will be like

"Think as you please."

details of the fact that he planned it and made it with Kraugel? Grid snorted and restored his breathing. It was while reading the signs from Nefelina, who was standing beside Yura in the

while ago when Baal, who had become part of Asura, invaded. Yura had ignored Amoract's cry to flee. She persisted without wasting her Hell Leap. Thanks to this, Grid's path of retreat was still open. Nefelina was on

think of it

Swordsmanship. Just like Grid, he had both the skill crushing swordsmanship and counterattack

need to light up my

that Baal perceived one step late was the only chance of winning. It was because right now, there was no Bunhelier to draw Baal's attention from Grid. He also couldn't expect

"Flower."

of each petal, with the glow of the sunset, was so strong that it was incomparable to before. It was at the level of vibrating the atmosphere and it was safe to say that every one of them was a weapon

wasn't to the point of threatening Baal. Baal didn't bother to avoid the fluttering petals. He broke through without hesitation and narrowed the

Dao and Cranbel's Horn. The two swords had a common effect. It was

type of power. It was the power possessed by a demon rather

"......!"

as he was gradually narrowing the distance to Grid. The petals that exploded when they touched his skin cleared up the darkness around them. For the moment, the demonic energy that was scattered from his body blurred even the shape of the demon sword for a moment. In fact, the power of the demon sword hadn't weakened. His sword was basically

Undefeated King's Swordsmanship even without securing

that seemed

he was wearing hundreds of cotton coats that were soaked in water. His heavy, sunken hand couldn't move. No, it was obviously moving, but it was slow. On the other hand,

the Dragon Knight

his neck was cut by Baal's sword,

the feeling of hundreds of cotton coats wrapped around his body was

boarded the

of the only one title in the world,

three times and your

"......!"

"......!"

distance with Grid. As a result, Nefelina moved to

it slipped due to the notches and lost some of its power. After that, it was blocked by Cranbel's Head. This alone caused Grid to experience terrible pain. His entire brain shook like white lightning exploded in front of