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.’

strength of the corpse

was used in a way that ignored physical restrictions. She 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, regardless of whether her joints were twisted or broken in

Zeratul’s martial arts, which

Hands scattered in

fall into Grid’s arms. It was 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 were dyed with orange

Rose looks just like my

Divine Wood Coffin

seemed to recall his struggles against Marie Rose when he was

Marie Rose fought with suppressed strength because she liked my good looks and honest

beautify the fact that she was weakened by the Curse of

broke

Grid’s field of view was restored to normal. Grid’s

should be like

that was laughing happily for some reason,

isn’t the person in front of you, but yourself. You are the one who is the center of this world. How could

helped by a good man. The experience that had been relatively lacking

are made according to your will. Put the whole situation under

Chreshler was the pope. People all over the continent worshiped him, regardless of status. Even the kings knelt down to him and called him Your Holiness. Nevertheless, he was below a god. A pope was nothing more than the servant of

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

in insignificant individuals. That

pope in history, ‘Chreshler,’ has

has

from a rise in status. There was no growth such as 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 coiled, and the head was positioned in a high place.

momentum still remained. Just like a corpse, she seemed 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

So what?

‘It doesn’t hurt.’

from the outside. Grid’s true self-defense was the Breath of the White

order to get

‘Let’s wait.’

moment he was waiting for came quickly. Beriache showed some changes. Once the blood flowing

far. It wasn’t even making battle gear using blood as the medium. It was summoning magic. It was

It was an opportunity.

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, but he didn’t care at all. This was what

will be

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

was cut in half and whose neck was bent to the side. He judged that he had completely grasped

blood splattered on his face and he just wiped it off. This was a

blood of the progenitor, ‘Beriache,’ has

blood cells have been

occurred. You will lose 5%

[Resistance has failed.]

“Keuk...!”

Grid felt impatient.

dangerous if his blood was sucked. He

to ‘handle blood.’ The blood spilled by Grid moved according to Beriache’s will. It floated

away the blood that was heading toward her. There was a man in the direction where the blood

was Katz. Currently, he was

soul—in other words, Beriache’s main body granted him

getting your blood sucked and fight to your