Overgeared

Chapter 1747

The red lump of flesh—it received the souls of humans who fell to hell and inflated its flesh, and was the moon projected in the sky of hell and the cause of the distortion of hell. It used the countless eyes made from the swallowed souls and drove everything in hell crazy.

“...What is this?”

Why was it here? Grid couldn’t understand what was happening in front of him. He was just overwhelmed with a huge sense of deja vu.

The shape and characteristic of the red flesh. The size and structure of the space where the flesh was located. From the air flow to the temperature and humidity. Everything matched what he had seen and felt in hell.

‘Don’t tell me that this place... is it hell?’

It was to the point where an absurd question popped up in his mind. He suspected that after wandering through the ever-changing labyrinth of the No Offspring Tomb, he had crossed into hell.

“Is it possible that we crossed dimensions without knowing it?”

-I didn’t feel that way at all, but...

Chreshler responded like it was nonsense.

“This place is the No Offspring Tomb.” Skunk immediately denied it. He was a legendary adventurer and he couldn’t mistake his current position. Adventure-related skills and indicators that only Skunk could see showed that this was the No Offspring Tomb.

“...As expected, it couldn’t be trusted.”

Grid frowned and his divinity flared up like wildfire. The Yellow Dragon seemed to be breathing fire from its mouth. As people said, one of the advantages of a myth class was its ‘coolness.’ It represented some of its owner’s feelings and set the atmosphere.

“I’m ashamed that I was almost deceived.”

Hunting the executives and experiencing their past—Grid gradually developed a certain belief while doing this. It was the belief that the Specter was something close to good. It was because it seemed to be trying to restore the distorted hell. No matter how he looked at it, the Specter who visited and captured transcendents to prevent them from dying, and managed the No Offspring Tomb, was fighting for the world.

Based on the fragmented conversations it had with transcendents, it was possible to tell that it hated Baal terribly. Its overriding goal was to restore hell to its original state, so it was clearly at odds with Baal. As a result, it was beneficial to humanity.

Of course, there were cruel and cold aspects to it. No matter how much karma the transcendents who went crazy had unintentionally accumulated, the Specter ignored their human rights and ethics and turned them into the undead. It also deserved to be criticized for hunting human gods.

However, Grid wanted to believe it. He vaguely hoped that he would gain a reliable ally in this hopeless world. All sorts of circumstances fueled expectations.

It was ridiculous. Grid’s swollen heart shriveled like a balloon with holes in it. In an instant, he lost all expectations and faith in the Specter. How could he trust a lunatic who recreated hell on the surface?

He even felt betrayed.

“Is it thinking of restoring the lost hell by recreating it on the surface, rather than reclaiming the hell that was lost to Baal?”

It was a reasonable doubt. The forces of hell were tremendously powerful. Baal, who had been defeated by Grid several times, would be much stronger now than he was back then. There were also the variables of the red flesh and Asura. Considering that Amoract and many other great demons were hostile to Baal, it made no sense for the Specter to face hell alone, even if it was much more powerful than Baal or Grid.

The executives and soldiers of the No Offspring Tomb and the evil gods with the statues turned upside down? They were obviously powerful, but they could be offset by the strength of the army led by Baal.

Every time Grid fought Baal and won, it had to be taken into account that Baal was ‘alone.’ Baal didn’t wage a war against Grid. He just insisted on fighting one-on-one and enjoyed it for his personal amusement. It hurt his pride, but it was an objective fact.

On the contrary, Grid worked with Bunhelier and Nefelina to attack Baal...

angry for

the No Offspring Tomb, and he trembled. His divinity spread

a

Chreshler unknowingly praised it.

“Ohh...”

Skunk was thrilled.

a different world. This was even though he was a member of the Overgeared Guild and

The embarrassed Grid coughed.

any case, it is good that we came

flesh. It must

used a skill. He combined Twilight and the Fire Dragon Sword, and combined Cranbel’s Horn and Gujel’s Fang. He

At this moment—

“In the past.”

of a wounded beast, rang out in all directions. It echoed terribly even considering the size and structure of the space. To add a bit of exaggeration, he got the illusion that his

remember feeling unfamiliar eyes. The gazes were from so far away that it

It was impossible to identify the location even

‘It isn’t here.’

and his qualifications of an Absolute. He used all his

the identity of the gaze I

owner of the voice was clearly the

just heard a voice, but he was experiencing a status abnormality. It wasn’t fear or confusion. He was overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed by an enormous pressure that was difficult to interpret as just a

of the momentum alone, it

He felt a very powerful origin and history. An entity who had hunted countless transcendents and human gods, with the God of the Beginning, Yatan, as its source. The Specter had a background that meant it ‘naturally’ had to be powerful. He had an intuition that it

he couldn’t care about failure or defeat. Valhalla of Infinite Affection was thickly covering him in his mental world. The ultimate goal of rescuing Khan by all means that was instilled in him gave him an unbreakable will. No desperate situation could frustrate Grid. Thus, he became the hope and lantern

is your purpose?” Grid asked in a straightforward

Specter answered. It was

hell rather than reclaiming the

a means to restore the real hell, not a new one. Only One God, stop

Huroi... I don’t understand anything at all. In any case, the bottom line is that

experience and the information he had built up from it. Perhaps that

There is an object on the surface that

thing. It wasn’t a

Dragon Pinnacle

was Grid’s figure. Along with the sound of skin exploding, a series of creepy cutting sounds followed. The mangled red flesh released blood darker than its own color in all directions. The subsequent shock wave of the sword dance shook the huge space

targeted was still floating in the air. The blood that had been pouring out quickly subsided. The health gauge had been greatly reduced, but even that gave off an ominous feeling. The thing that was revealed behind the cut gauge

“...It is great.”

wasn’t just Grid who was agitated. The Specter’s close to silent sentiment

make my plans go awry. I can see why the irresponsible bystanders considered you special and gave

‘blessing’ helped him infer their identities. It would be Rebecca and Chiyou. Grid was still enjoying the effect of Ultimate Martial Art after becoming

you.” The tone was as if it was dealing with something pitiful. The Specter whispered to the lump of flesh after making Grid’s mood even worse, “Open

when

“......?”

Grid doubted his ears.

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