Overgeared

Every name had a special resonance. Even the name of an ordinary girl would remind some people of their first love and make their hearts flutter.

The name of Sword Saint Muller had something that touched everyone’s hearts.

The strongest swordsman in history—some hailed him as the greatest legend of all time. There were countless people in the world who missed him, who was said to have died hundreds of years ago. It was due to the vague belief and sense of expectation that many things would’ve been different if only Muller had been alive. It was the belief that ‘killed’ Muller.

“Yes, this is right. I have always denied his death in my heart.”

It was shortly after the emergence of Muller spread to the world. The tower members gathered in one place. Now the tower members were no longer blind and trapped in a dragon’s jaws. They were members of the Overgeared World, which was taking control of the surface, and could react sensitively to situations that happened in the world.

“Muller’s swordsmanship transcends mine. It was a fact that I realized only after repeated training and becoming stronger. Even if Muller hadn’t mastered the Matchless Sword, he would’ve become the strongest Sword Saint. He is someone who can do well just by swinging his sword without any special techniques.”

Biban was very excited. He was genuinely happy that his respected junior was alive and there was also the vague expectation of the opportunity to test Muller’s skills. It was ever since he was convinced that he had transcended Muller in this lifetime—his growth had become stagnant.

Being a bit better than Muller—it was impossible for a swordsman to imagine a stage beyond that. He couldn’t see the way to go forward.

Yet in the future, Muller would give him the answer. Biban just needed to watch his back and move on. That was Muller’s position.

“The return of a hero is something to celebrate. However, now isn’t the time to rejoice. There will be many beings who will react sensitively to Muller’s appearance.”

Every hero who lived in the post-Muller era had experienced it at one time or another—it was to be compared to Muller in terms of skills or achievements. For villains who had existed since ancient times, the reference point for heroes was Muller. Of course, all the tower members were from before Muller’s time, so this was something they had never experienced.

However, they knew the situation through the words of Grid and Kraugel. In particular, there were many cases where demons compared themselves to Muller.

“Hell will react the quickest of all. In the worst case scenario, I believe Baal might invade the surface himself.”

Baal couldn’t die. He would be infinitely resurrected unless human fear toward him completely ended. This didn’t mean he was invincible. Grid had proven it several times. Baal had already lost his life to Grid several times, so he must inwardly be nervous. He would yearn for more power and be more obsessed with new ‘nourishment’ than ever before.

The nourishment mentioned here naturally meant the death of human beings. Baal was a monster who could absorb and recreate the abilities of dead humans. He would dearly covet Muller’s swordsmanship.

Biban cocked his head.

“Baal will appear on the surface...? Isn’t that impossible unless he has dementia?”

Grid had fought Baal in hell and won. Of course, he couldn’t guarantee a 100% winning rate, but he had a good chance of winning on the surface.

“Will he invade the surface only to be beaten to death by Grid?”

“The results might vary depending on the type of invasion. Is Baal’s strength only in martial arts?”

Fronzaltz explained to Biban, who only thought simply.

to combat strength. It was right to say that he has an unimaginable number

had manipulated the Evil Dragon Bunhelier to his liking. He was someone who deceived an old dragon, so it wasn’t known what type of cards he

easy for him to sneak to

what

need to ensure Muller’s safety. For example, provide a place for him to reside

the

is slowly covering the surface and it

from Grid and infiltrate the Overgeared World. It

Overgeared World, where else is safe and

“......”

the tower members darkened. They all looked at Biban with

one who remained expressionless and she told Biban, “Here. The

Tower of Wisdom was perfected by overlaying the mental world of an Absolute afraid of dragons, and it was the most secretive

of the tower they were currently staying in was discovered. Hayate hadn’t wanted to be targeted

want to recruit Muller to block the variables while increasing the power of the tower

recruit a new

was a position where the tower should respectfully receive him. They hoped Muller would consider the situation of

future, we

to tie them down. They started planning to fight the dragons they had avoided for so long. It was something created by Grid. It was only after meeting Grid that Hayate truly became a Dragon

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the same environment as me. The moment we face it, we

and horrible things will happen along the way. Furthermore, the demons of hell are so destructive compared to humans. The moment they face the same self, they will deny it and bite

eventually, they both will be

were worn out over the course of living for thousands of years and she

more she spoke, the more her vocal cords melted away from the seething divinity. Her voice gradually became more cracked and it eventually stopped. Still, this was enough. Grid and the others figured out the Specter’s target. There were many people

you recreate hell, can you copy Baal as well?” Grid reacted seriously for the first time. He showed interest as if he thought the

“Of course... that is the only way the

third child—it uses the bodies of two Absolutes as the materials for the phenomenon. This was just superficially, but in fact, the Specter planned to turn the ‘souls’ of the two

“Hmm...”

a life the moment he returned to the world after hundreds of years. However, he was currently sullen. He watched as the ‘god’ listened to the

a terrible story, but it is

It wasn’t because he was fascinated by the beautiful divinity. Based on the Hero King’s fighting energy, he got a glimpse of the achievements that

great man of the later generation who had reached a level that he himself hadn’t reached. Thus, he wanted to respect Grid as

existing hell. The plan seemed quite plausible, but it had a fatal flaw. It was that the hell would be built here in the No Offspring Tomb. Of course, the No Offspring Tomb had evolved into a dimension separate from the surface, but its scale was much smaller compared to hell. It was virtually impossible to reproduce hell with just the No Offspring Tomb. The Specter’s magic would likely invade the

hell, and the surface would become entangled without being able to maintain their independence. All three dimensions would become battlefields. At this time, even if the surface was fortunate enough to escape destruction,

own purposes—it might be obvious

remained distinct despite the hundreds of years he wasted in the dimensional gap proved it—during Muller’s time as a Sword Saint, he had never wasted a single moment as a swordsman. Therefore, he could speak

might cut your

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