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.

though he worked so hard to shape the souls when the Goddess created so many beings. At this moment, he

spoke with a rather strange

evolved into something more powerful than Muller's swordsmanship from hundreds of

his upper body. If it had been a decision he made after careful thought then his head would've been blown away. His long hair was severed by the greatsword. This meant that the status of a yangban that was in each strand of hair was helplessly broken

of the offensive and defensive battle started to exceed the category of transcendence. Every time the orange divinity that spread from Twilight was

wounded. People couldn't capture the moment he was cut. They could

Mir, it might be different in the future, but I

thought that filled the

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

was a swordsmanship that used all 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

slashed Mir's upper

definitely dead by your

depicted the image of a roaring yellow dragon and sliced at Dairine's

call me apostle of the

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

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

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 step later and was too

healed the wound on

Raphael, then I would've been cut.

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

the apostle of the Goddess, barely defeated Mir, the

value of the Overgeared God and ultimately, the honor of the Goddess. He actually excluded himself. He identified himself as an apostle of the Goddess, but he didn't give his name. After all, he was an unknown god and this would be the same

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

one man. It was the cry of Huroi, Grid's spokesman. This further strengthened Dairine's divinity,

felt happy yet resentful. Dairine

Wahhhh!

the people,

be

as if he didn't care about Zeratul's honor.

for losing even though

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

grabbed his shoulder. "Raise your head. What's wrong with

"I was defeated…"

is fine as long as you

"……"

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

the agricultural fields saw