Overgeared

There was no reason for gods to hate humans unless they were driven by arrogance, jealousy, or desire.

In particular, Dairine was the god who created the first human soul. He made it as beautifully as possible in the hope that one day, when the human died, they would ascend to heaven and be happy. He knew and loved the fact that human nature was as good as the Goddess.

Dairine believed that the nature of the yangbans was also good.

Half human and half god—one of the materials that Hanul used to make the yangban was a reference to the human soul made by Dairine. In fact, the Mir in front of him had a wonderful soul. It was warm and beautiful like the first human soul Dairine made. It was like a flower he didn't want to break.

This was just a personal sentiment.

Mir's sword slid down the blade of the thick greatsword. He deflected the weight of the greatsword as if shaking it off and inserted his sword into an open gap.

Dairine's deep eyes were dyed orange. It was like facing the sunset. It was Twilight that slashed him. It was even Grid's Twilight. Mir was wielding it in the capacity of an apostle.

Dairine held his slanted greatsword upright and endured the weight of Twilight. He gulped as if it wasn't easy.

Mir didn't end it with just a single attack. Regardless of the direction in which his wrist was bent, the sword moved in all directions and rushed in like turbulent waves. It was as gorgeous as Grid's divinity contained in Twilight. It was nearly impossible to follow with the eyes.

It was especially the case now that it was interlaced with Grid's divinity. Grid's divinity spread like wildfire every time Mir swung his sword and it obscured the complex trajectories of Mir's sword. It was the same as when it was combined with Sword Saint Kraugel earlier.

The problem was that the speed of Mir's sword was gradually accelerating. Every time Dairine recreated Muller's swordsmanship, he touched Mir's subconscious. Little by little, the memories that had sunk beneath the depths were pulled out.

Countless people noticed it. Mir was becoming stronger in real time.

Dairine read Mir's sword with his senses and struck it. Then he exhaled his stopped breath and spoke, "Am I your benefactor?"

The divinity that spread along with the breath was translucent. It was a nearly colorless form. It seemed to imply that one day, he would reach the same hierarchy as Zeratul or King Sobyeol.

However, Dairine knew—there was no ascension for himself. Helping the Goddess was both his pride and the bondage that imprisoned him. It would never be revealed that he supported the Goddess with his great power when she was creating life. This was the right thing to do in order to spread the great virtues of the Goddess to humans in an intense and reliable manner.

"Yes, meeting you was also part of my destiny."

"……"

Am I your benefactor?

Dairine had said this with a feeling of being somewhat tired. The words were never serious and it was more like a complaint. However, Mir nodded with a serious expression. It was as if to say he was really indebted to Dairine.

Just then, Dairine's heart was filled with a certain emotion. His translucent divinity became even more transparent.

anyone—he wasn't remembered by the world even though he worked so hard to shape the souls when the Goddess created so many beings. At this moment, he influenced someone and was remembered. It was in a form

my benefactor,"Dairine spoke with a rather strange expression and his greatsword made an even

weight of his sword also became heavier. It evolved into

was pushed back tens of meters. He immediately tilted and rotated his upper body. If it had been a decision he made after careful thought

glance, the level of the offensive and defensive battle started to exceed the category of transcendence. Every time the orange divinity that spread from Twilight was split into several parts, a late

Mir's body was wounded. People couldn't capture the moment he was cut. They could just see the blood

might be different in the

the space

Twilight. He allowed attacks that penetrated his vital points without any resistance. In return for that sacrifice, he predicted Dairine's

the powers of the Four Auspicious Beasts at the same time. It had the meaning of worshiping the Yellow Dragon of the Overgeared God, whom the Four Auspicious Beasts

Mir's upper

is definitely dead by your

the image of a roaring

time, call me apostle of

had started to follow the flow of the space. Mir was barely adapting to Dairine's space, which was just before

about to collapse, but that was because he had been cut. His feet were firmly

only a small amount of blood flowing from Dairine's neck. Not only did Mir regain his old skills, but his attack, which was transcendent for a moment, didn't work properly. It was a

the wound on his neck

then I would've been cut.

in the epic. The heavenly god, who was the second strongest after Zeratul,

Goddess, barely defeated Mir, the apostle of

took back his greatsword and used the nature of the epic in reverse. By honoring Mir, he increased the value of the Overgeared God and ultimately, the honor of the Goddess. He actually excluded himself. He identified

to not shock people. He

performance." It was due to the cry of one man. It was the cry of Huroi, Grid's spokesman. This further strengthened Dairine's divinity, but it also strengthened Overgeared God's epic. The

Dairine went

Wahhhh!

midst of the cheers of the people, Grid, who was in the sky,

must be crying right

was a hard-won and precious victory. Yet Dairine acted as if he didn't care about Zeratul's honor. Of course, this didn't invalidate the victory, but it

for losing even though I have borrowed God's

the sky before anyone knew it and bowed to Grid. He returned the Twilight that was respectfully placed on both hands and stuck out his neck as if begging for it to be

his shoulder. "Raise your head. What's

"I was defeated…"

long as you come back

"……"

they suffered any failures. Didn't Mir get his precious memories erased? However, it was different in the Overgeared World. Failure

the