Overgeared

Don’t trust Amoract. Don’t be hurt by ‘me.’ Finally, fear the Specter.

Grid took Beriache’s three pieces of advice to heart. He had been suspicious of Amoract from the start. In the first place, wasn’t she the Great Demon of ‘Conflict’? She was someone who made him feel tense even with her face covered with a cloth. She was insidious in many ways and lacked grounds to be trusted. This was why the proposal to cooperate was pending. He just couldn’t refuse it directly because he was in a bad position.

‘Of course, I am aware that I shouldn’t be hurt by Beriache.’

Marie Rose had the power to use the abilities of the targets whose blood she sucked. She proved it in the battle against the Evil Dragon. She seemed to prove that there was no limit to the target as she wielded the power of Dragon Slayer Hayate. It would be the same with Beriache.

Of course, Marie Rose was Beriache’s ideal, so Beriache would be relatively inferior. Additionally, the Beriache in front of him was just a corpse, not the real one. This didn’t mean that the power of a vampire could be ignored. Grid wanted to avoid the experience of being hit even once by the ignorantly powerful six fusion sword dance.

‘I don’t want to become sick from the side effects.’

He didn’t express it in front of people, but the mental power consumed just by operating the Realm of the Absolute was too much to bear. His body moved as desired beyond the user’s perception, so his brain was quickly overloaded. There were gaps in his consciousness.

Allowing a powerful attack from an Absolute at that time without any preparation? He had experienced it before in the battle against Zeratul and he almost screamed and cried. The pain of his face being crushed and his arm being cut off was horrible. It was to the point where he forgot how to distinguish between reality and the virtual world for a moment. It wasn’t an exaggeration. It was hard to ignore even a small wound. The rankers who used expensive capsules and set their sync rate higher reacted more sensitively to pain.

Just then, the tip of the canyon that formed the Sanctuary of Metal shook. It was the aftermath of being hit by Beriache’s kick that Grid had evaded. If it was a canyon made of ordinary metal, not Greed, it would’ve gone beyond shaking and collapsed.

‘This tremendous power... in terms of strength, she is a step above me or Baal.’

Was it just pure physical ability? It was hard to believe. Beriache’s body was as small as a real middle school girl.

‘Maybe it is the default setting.’

The Specter might’ve raised Beriache’s corpse already in the state of ‘sucked blood and took the power’...

Chill.

The hypothesis he devised to convince himself of the corpse’s strength caused Grid to feel goosebumps. It was because the Specter depicted in his head was too omnipotent. Well, it was understandable enough. This was an apostle of a God of the Beginning. The Specter was a being who served the ‘god of the gods’ and accumulated an enormous amount of years.

Let’s assume that Braham had accumulated thousands of years.

...It was terribly scary. It was only natural that the Specter was an object of fear.

‘I have to subdue Beriache’s corpse before it arrives.’

Grid had no intention of avoiding the Specter.

From Marie Rose to Yeo Yulan to Beriache—high status transcendents and Absolutes who moved the world warned of the danger of the Specter. Grid empathized with them, but he had a duty to understand the purpose of the Specter. They had to meet despite the risk.

‘It is just a corpse. I can win easily as long as I don’t get hurt.’

Grid called the hundreds of God Hands to his side. They were armed with swords and shields and escorted him. The hundreds of thousands of barbs that made up the dragon armor were smoothly adsorbed on Grid’s hard body and the mental images of the Sanctuary of Metal were projected and overlaid with Valhalla.

Using the authority of the Yellow Dragon, he exhaled the Breath of the White Tiger. At the same time, he also used defense-related skills like ‘Automatic Transformation’ along with the power of the runes. It was Grid’s self-proclaimed Overgeared tortoise mode. It meant he wore items like a tortoise wore its back shell. He ignored the skills that were comparable to the items. In any case, he was confident that he wouldn’t shed a drop of blood.

‘I definitely learned from my fight against Zeratul.’

His attack power was already sufficient. It was even more so now that he could freely activate God's Command using the authority of an Only One God, i.e. ‘Designate Skill.’ Maximizing his defense to the point it was excessive was balancing things from Grid’s perspective. It was even more so against an Absolute.

Grid wielded the five fusion sword dance. It was used reflexively. It was to respond to Beriache’s flamboyant technique of reaching out and grabbing at him. If he failed, he could link it with an immediate blow. Beriache’s attacks never ended with a single blow. It would be linked, no matter which route she took. The fusion sword dance was a must if Grid wanted to counterattack as well as defend.

‘The pressure is amazing.’

of the corpse was

didn’t need to breathe, so there were no interruptions in her movements. Additionally, she was very tenacious. She thoroughly attacked the opponent’s vital points,

the complete opposite of Zeratul’s martial arts, which pursued orthodoxy, which was separate from his

God Hands scattered in

in the direction where the God Hands and battle gear were falling. It was an unreal sight. The shockwaves that belatedly occurred in concentric circles looked beautiful as they

Rose looks just like

Divine Wood Coffin

to recall his struggles against Marie Rose when he

strength because she liked my good looks

beautify the fact that she was

nonsense broke Grid’s

view was restored to normal.

be like

that was laughing happily for some reason,

front of you, but yourself. You are the one who is the center of this world. How could you be conscious of

that had been relatively lacking due to this compressed growth over the years was

made according to your will.

knelt down to him and called him Your

It was because believing in a god other than the Goddess as

get immersed in insignificant

pope in history, ‘Chreshler,’ has acknowledged you

has become

was different from a rise in status. There was no growth such as the addition of

the Yellow Dragon swelled up. If the original was the size of a large serpent, then it now looked like an imoogi. It completely covered Grid’s entire body even when

to have no interest in divinity from the beginning. She didn’t even pay attention to the Yellow Dragon that breathed out divinity like fire and just attacked Grid relentlessly. There was a loud and seemingly unstoppable offensive like

So what?

‘It doesn’t hurt.’

was mercilessly peeled off, but it just looked like a crisis from the outside. Grid’s true self-defense was the Breath of the White Tiger, the dragon armor,

was safe. He could bear it even if Beriache’s attacks never stopped. The problem was that in order to get rid of her

‘Let’s wait.’

time. The moment he was waiting for came quickly. Beriache showed

so far. It wasn’t even making battle gear using blood as the medium. It was summoning magic. It was magic that summoned the direct descendants who were trapped in the labyrinth and unable to arrive

It was an opportunity.

that surged like a raging wave every time Beriache swung her hands and feet, and killed the momentum of the sword, stopped flowing for a split second. Grid aimed for this gap and swung Twilight. The direct descendants who arrived just in time were swept away by the sword energy of the six fusion sword dance and their heads cut off,

will be resurrected

long as they belonged to him. He would rather not have them

a corpse,” Grid whispered as he made eye contact with Beriache, whose upper body was cut

and he just wiped it off. This was a mistake. The problem was that he

progenitor, ‘Beriache,’ has penetrated your

cells have

status of ‘fatal bleeding’ has occurred. You will lose 5% of your health per

[Resistance has failed.]

“Keuk...!”

Grid felt impatient.

A nosebleed would soon occur. It would be dangerous if his blood was sucked. He made this judgment and hurriedly adjusted his helmet. He

to ‘handle blood.’ The blood spilled by Grid moved

was because a stronger binding force took away the blood that was heading toward her. There was a man in the direction

was Katz. Currently, he was

body granted him an ‘authority’

blood sucked and fight to