Overgeared

Chapter 1755

Space Sword—it was the Sword Saint’s secret technique that cut the world. Countless people had experienced it directly or indirectly. If there was a sudden earthquake or the sea split apart, it was likely that Kraugel had used his ultimate technique.

However, very few people witnessed the usage of Space Sword from ‘right next to him.’ One of them was Grid.

Grid felt a strange sense of pride. From Kraugel to Biban and Muller—there was the belief that he was the only person in the world who witnessed the ultimate technique of the Sword Saint of three generations.

Grid’s vision tilted diagonally. It was the aftermath of the ground of the No Offspring Tomb being overturned after being cut by Muller’s sword. There was a loud roar followed by the strata collapsing. The number of rocks falling from the collapsed ceiling rose sharply and the wide walls of the space cracked.

Even though her world was falling apart, the Specter didn’t even give it a glance. Behind the mask, her eyes were only focused on the red flesh. The flesh made from Beriache’s heart contained the souls of those who shouldn’t die. It was the souls of beings that the Specter had worked hard to filter out over the long years.

She could feel some of them slipping away. They were sucked into hell.

“You… made Baal strong... more and more in real time... be aware. You are adding power to the distortion of hell. As a result, you are doing harm to the surface. A mortal sin... it is right to suffer from guilt.”

There was a chill in the resentful voice. The dark divinity froze like frost and formed countless fragments. Each one of them sent out a sharp energy like Grid’s divine swords.

Then meteorites slammed down through the cracks in the ceiling. The long-ranged bombardment from the Tomb of the Gods was continuing.

[Divine punishment fell on the deep underground that was hoping to be reborn as hell.]

[The god’s newly acquired treasured sword slashed down and the stars dropped by the Tomb of the Gods tore through the wounds.]

The underground that hoped to be reborn as hell—the epic spread the truth of the No Offspring Tomb, which had been shrouded in a veil, to the world. Grid informed people of how important it was to punish this place and imprinted on them that the Tomb of the Gods played a big role. The justification for the Tomb of the Gods to be completed as a ‘moving Overgeared World’ was accumulating step by step.

The meteorites that fell toward the Specter’s head exploded and flew in all directions. The divided world was rapidly being restored. Even Garion, the God of the Earth, was able to immediately restore the land of the ‘surface.’ There was no way that the owner of the No Offspring Tomb wouldn’t be able to immediately restore the No Offspring Tomb’s wounds.

The same was true of the red flesh. The flesh which had been cut in half along with the No Offspring Tomb, was quickly restored as one. Obviously, there were losses. The value of the flesh that had lost a few souls had declined somewhat. It was to the point where she wondered if it would be insufficient to restore hell in its entirety.

‘No… it is still fine right now.’

The Specter calmly examined the situation. There was one conclusion. She had to expel Grid and Muller from here. From her position of firm conviction, Grid and Muller were those who couldn’t be harmed. She naturally couldn’t kill them. It would just be helping Baal. However, they were too noble to use as a material to recreate hell like the other human gods, or to use as nourishment for herself.

‘The longer they live, the more beneficial it is for the world.’

From the standpoint of humanity, the Specter was a villain, but it was because her ‘method’ was wrong. They might have different viewpoints, but the Specter’s ‘inclination’ was infinitely close to good.

A paradise to comfort the dead—it was only natural that she was influenced by the warm heart of Yatan, who established hell, and became an apostle.

“I, here...”

The Specter’s club grazed Muller’s thigh as he jumped swiftly. It was the moment when the Sword Saint’s left leg was fractured. The layered sword energy couldn’t fulfill its duty of self-defense.

did he withstand

was a monster, only to click

back down a single

felt the determination of the Specter, who was

no room to break through. Grid was also briefly overwhelmed. There was

“Stop!”

was that the elite members of the Overgeared Guild were preventing a large army from joining—the dozens of death knights and liches serving the Specter, and additionally, the thousands of undead and

well as Eat Spicy Jokbal, Zibal, Hurent, Haster, Saintess Ruby, Pope Damian, and last but not least, Sword Saint Kraugel. The camp that centered around the unstoppable light coming from Vantner’s bald head was basically a natural fortress that obstructed the enemy’s view. Additionally,

who actively utilized the structure of the dungeon, was a difficult task even for a group of transcendents. Even if they eventually broke through, it would

activities must’ve played a big

changed—Muller returned to the world after hundreds of years and saw the vitality of the people.

that Muller couldn’t create. His respect for Grid soared like it was natural. If they could thwart the

could maintain

would bow deeply in front of every statue of Grid that he would

The world could be at peace thanks to

naturally appeared when he thought of the precious people who had always been with

duty to make sure their hard work isn’t

in the slightest in comparison to the Specter’s determination. If the aspirations of the Specter had accumulated over

‘Go.’

was possible when he remembered the scenery of the smithy. By imagining the hammering that he had repeated tens of thousands of times, he induced the trance that he usually fell into when making items. This wasn’t the power of an Absolute. It was

and armor that the Specter was armed with. Every time Blockade collided with the Specter’s club, the surface of Blockade heated up. It turned redder and redder like

a screaming noise came from Grid’s body. The barbs of the dragon armor repeatedly absorbed and dissipated the club’s destructive power, but it couldn’t do anything against the lightning that squeezed through the gaps in the barbs. It was black lightning. It was the most basic passive skill possessed by

remnants of divinity that destroyed the world

defined by the system. It felt like it was telling him not to forget that Yatan had almost

is always a story behind

Yatan was an evil god. It was also true that Yatan had already destroyed the world and Rebecca recreated it several times. Grid couldn’t understand or trust the Gods of the

apostle of Yatan and also couldn’t be trusted. Apart from her ideology,

be sure to defeat

out of Grid’s mouth, nose, and eyes as he became determined again. The Specter’s divinity infiltrated him despite all means of defense and was destroying his body. It went beyond reducing health, and evaporated his blood and turned his bones

was a limit to the pain that players felt, but the mental shock received was enormous. Grid’s entire body trembled due to a pain that was greater than the actual pain he felt. His

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skills. It even damaged his transcendent abilities. However, Grid’s concentration was

in order to avoid being consumed by the

the aftermath of the entanglement with the Specter. It was possible by handling the sword energy like it was magic. The Specter was

Muller’s Heart Sword stabbing at her heart. It was a fleeting moment for Grid, who

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