Overgeared

Fenrir remembered death—his own death. It was on that day…

Braham, the lunatic who was exiled after the tragedy of killing his kin, joined forces with humans to invade the city. Fenrir couldn't handle the man who did all sorts of despicable tricks, such as assassinating Hachika with a separate party (?) sent earlier. Above all, the power of the Blood King Candidate Grid was outstanding.

'…Yes, I am definitely dead.'

There was a reason why it wasn't the past tense. He could feel that his heart wasn't beating. He had to tune the flow of blood purely with magic. Currently, Fenrir relied on the 'soul that doesn't perish' to awaken the form of his body and consciousness. If he had to compare it, he was close to a lich who looked alive.

The reason for his soul's failure to perish was simple—it was an innate blessing. The souls of those who directly inherited the blood of their mother, who was one of the Three Evils of the Beginning, were solid. Even if they died, they could maintain their souls until they met the conditions for resurrection.

Like now.

"Wait… now that I see you, this newbie guy, you have woken up not only me, but all of 'us.'"

Fenrir calmed down his excitement and sensed it. Ruson, Tiramet, Latina, Cray, Yetima, Elfin Stone… the souls of his siblings were felt in all directions. Somehow, in this dark labyrinth, his siblings were moving in real time. They were reduced to the same form as himself.

Fenrir seemed to open his eyes again just after being killed by the Blood King in front of him, who had an ominous aura wrapped around his body. "Are you finally going to take my family into your hands and fulfill your duties as the Blood King? Are you going to avenge my mother, who has nothing to do with you, and go on an expedition to hell, cutting off the veins of my family…?!'

Fenrir was the main culprit behind Beriache giving birth to Marie Rose. He was born with the duty to become the Blood King and help avenge his mother, but he refused to do so even though he gained the strongest powers of 'domination' and 'struggle.' He thought revenge was pointless. Fenrir argued that it was right to look to the future rather than dwell on the past.

In Braham's words, it was a coward's excuse. Braham didn't want to admit that the one who was sabotaging the present due to the Curse of Sloth dared to discuss the future. He hated Fenrir and treated Fenrir like he was pathetic.

On the other hand, Grid understood Fenrir's position to some extent. The moment his immediate family dedicated their lives to revenge—it just proved that Beriache had given birth to them purely to use them as a tool of revenge.

Maybe Fenrir didn't like this. His care for his siblings seemed genuine. Of course, his life was the most precious thing, but this was the same for most people.

"Hell is full of monsters. The great demons you slayed on the surface aren't even a problem. Hell is full of great demons that are far more powerful than the great demons who have invaded the surface. It also wouldn't be strange if the mutant called Baal secretly created monsters that are more than the great demons. Invading a place like that would be suicide."

Fenrir gritted his teeth. It was an effort to stop the flood of words. He was reminded of the fact that Grid was born human. He thought calmly that he could move Grid's heart if he persuaded this person well. Thus, he calmed his agitation and chose his words.

"…Let's hit you first. Don't make cowardly excuses later. Hurry and call Braham. It would be quicker to command the two of you after you have died rather than take time to persuade you."

The problem was that the words he chose were influenced by the power of struggle. Fenrir's patience often ran out quickly. He easily showed his temperament to fight. If Marie Rose had overcome the Curse of Sloth… if she seriously considered an expedition to hell, Fenrir would've also confronted Marie Rose. In any case—

of victory

Grid with ease. There were three pieces

because he was outnumbered. He was confident that he would've never been defeated if they fought one-on-one. It was a perfectly reasonable guess. It was impossible for him to be defeated by a human being when he was the second strongest of

know why, but the quality of his magic power and blood

by Marie Rose yet. It was whether Grid refused to copulate for some reason, or Marie Rose rejected Grid. He didn't know the circumstances before or

is just that not much

or only a few hours. In any case, it was good news for Fenrir that Grid didn't become Marie Rose's servant. It

only one thing Fenrir had to be wary of when facing Grid. It was the unidentified orange aura. It was something that aroused an instinctive rejection. In a way, it was a divine

contract with a

god would allow the user of some

is the power

operation of magic power. He drew out the blood from his body and wrapped it around himself as armor, creating

"Hiiik…"

front of Skunk

as the captains and dispersed. The labyrinth was so huge that there were many passages available. Before they knew it, there were only two

dragon's lair. To be honest, he couldn't help being nervous

vampire who was the strongest out of the direct descendants except for Marie Rose. Wouldn't Braham, who was greater than Fenrir now, look so skinny

to a certain extent, was extremely fierce. He didn't shrink back against Only One God Grid,

blood emitted by Fenrir. There were inherent grudges, hatred, and murder in it. Even those who didn't know the relationship between Fenrir and Grid could clearly recognize Fenrir's hostility toward Grid, expressing a

It must have something to do with the reason why you didn't sleep with Marie Rose… well, it is fine.

the end, the blood that stained the entire area took the form of all types of weapons. It was almost as if he generated all types of magic that could be used with blood magic. Fenrir was

that he couldn't think of a countermeasure and stiffened. Fenrir saw Grid unable to even

become

would be his mother's arrangement. She must've given him a hidden power to overcome all the hardships he would face

but I will never go

He was waiting for Grid's screams that would soon be heard. He planned to

"……"

behind him, was

it Shunpo…? Yes, you are both

the one who killed even, even if it was with the assistance of the despicable Braham. A transcendent status must be the basics. Fenrir shook his hand in Grid's direction like he was annoyed and a torrent of blood followed. It hit Grid

Grid's mouth curved upwards.