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.

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

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

also became heavier. It evolved into something

rotated his upper body. If it had been a decision he made after

started to exceed the category of transcendence. Every time the orange divinity that spread from Twilight was split into several parts, a late explosion and shockwave occurred and

was wounded. People couldn't capture the moment he

might be different in the

that filled the space

Dairine's increasingly imperceptible attacks, focused his senses on the hand that held Twilight. He allowed attacks that penetrated his vital points without any resistance.

the Four Auspicious Beasts at the same time. It had the meaning of worshiping the Yellow Dragon

slashed Mir's upper

definitely dead

the image of a roaring yellow dragon and sliced

time, call me apostle

It was evidence that his stream of consciousness had started to follow the flow of the space. Mir was barely adapting to Dairine's

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

regain his old skills, but his attack, which was

the wound on his neck

or Raphael, then I would've

The heavenly god, who was the second strongest

of the Goddess, barely defeated Mir, the apostle of the

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

he didn't separate Mir's upper and lower bodies, so as to not shock people. He held Mir's wounds together with a

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 Overgeared God praised the apostle of the

Dairine

Wahhhh!

people, Grid, who was in

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

punish me for losing even though I have borrowed

He returned the Twilight that was respectfully placed on both hands and stuck out his

What's wrong

"I was defeated…"

long as you

"……"

Hwan Kingdom were treated as sinners whenever they suffered any failures. Didn't Mir get his precious memories erased? However, it was different in the Overgeared World.

the agricultural fields