Overgeared

Chapter 1760

“......”

Sword Saint Muller was deep in thought. He revisited the battle between Grid and the Specter and tried to understand Grid’s intentions.

‘Why did he bother sparing the Specter?’

The Specter had lost her emotions. She had lived for too many years as an apostle of a God of the Beginning. It was natural for her to have a different point of view than humans, and it was possible that she would unintentionally threaten humanity again.

‘In the first place, the Specter isn’t very weak compared to Grid.’

To be honest...

The Specter was stronger than Grid. Even considering that the No Offspring Tomb was the realm of the Specter, didn’t Grid get help from many people, including himself? It was hard to guarantee that Grid could definitely control her if the Specter started to run wild.

‘It is true that the Specter is pitiful, but... it would’ve been better to neatly get rid of her.’

The strongest Sword Saint in history stood with both eyes closed. The Overgeared members were hovering around him with serious expressions. They killed the sound of their breathing and footsteps and struck all types of poses.

It was to capture themselves and Muller in a screenshot. It was the treatment of a male superstar.

“......”

Muller’s thick eyebrows twitched. In his ‘pure’ state, he wasn’t an Absolute, but he possessed absolute self-sufficiency based on his senses that had reached the peak. He naturally read the signs of the people busy moving beside him without making a sound.

‘Each one of them must be a famous hero...’

Muller didn’t find it ridiculous. Aside from Grid, all the Overgeared members were amazing. There were not only legends and transcendents, but also masters of their field. They were naturally those who valued their reputation. However, what they did together wasn’t much different from the innocent youths in the countryside.

‘How can those who are fighting against the fate of the world as Grid’s close aides be so bright?’

Muller was wondering this when he suddenly realized it.

‘Is this Grid’s true ability?’

It was the power to reassure those around him and provide a peaceful ‘daily’ life despite the harsh reality. Perhaps Grid believed that he could make the Specter like them? This might be why he took away that swift sword that should’ve originally cut the Specter’s neck.

‘He is really a great hero...’

Muller was a hero of heroes. He was the treasured sword that protected the people and was one of the few who had been called the ‘Hero King’ throughout the ages. It was a shameful title for Muller. He was simply a swordsman and couldn’t become the focal point to lead people.

It was an irresistible force.

Some people of noble status were inclined to shun Muller as long as his will was to look out for humanity. In the first place, there were dozens of kingdoms and countless forces on the surface. Origin, status, affiliation, ideology, politics, etcetera—there were many people who shunned Muller for all sorts of reasons and excuses. Some even interfered with him. Achieving ‘great unity,’ which should’ve been the basic premise for saving the surface, was simply impossible with a swordsman’s ability to cut down the enemy.

However, Grid achieved it. His statues, standing tall throughout the continent on the way to the No Offspring Tomb, proved it.

‘It isn’t possible just because he is a god.’

It was a fact that was naturally revealed through Grid’s words and meaning. The great unity that Grid

man

the faces of those who worshiped him as a great man, trusted him, and cheered for him. All the years when he had been

didn’t dare to resent them. He

the hero in charge of

trembled. The heart demon he had been enduring since he met Kraugel was tormenting him again. It was the aftermath of admiring Grid, a real great person, unlike himself. He got a bigger heart disease as the images of the people who adored him in the past overlapped with those who adored

because of

take

taking photos beside Muller, who was deep in meditation—Vantner was the first one to start it. It was

Zibal spoke

of rebellion, and understood the concept of a mental disorder from a heart demon. He had seen high ranking NPCs suffering from the imperial family’s secret assassinations being killed or vomiting

you feel, but please control

for him enthusiastically. This was

the situation was unusual and moved busily. They tried hard to

the

Duguen!

lump of flesh—the thing that had stopped beating since

“......!”

“......?”

who was examining the No Offspring Tomb’s information in detail, asked the Biggest Staff, “What is

moment the Specter swore to the supreme one to destroy it...”” The puzzled Biggest Staff replied like he was also curious and stood in

was trying to score a lot of points with

““Something... is coming.””

before the Biggest Staff finished speaking. There was the sound of skin bursting and bones cracking. At the same time, the huge ball

Great Demon, ‘Baal,’ has

some, a handsome gentleman to others, or a giant

epics. Isn’t it both a great weapon and a

“Baal...!”

the Overgeared members raised their weapons and lined up as if to protect Muller. At the center of them

it you? Did

You are

hell. Therefore, Baal’s senses were naturally connected to the red flesh created by the Specter. It

tenacity while anticipating the unimaginable chaos that would arise. To be honest, I stayed on the sidelines because

you say the

was furious. The undead of the No Offspring Tomb had been trained by the Specter for a long time, so they naturally hated Baal. They recognized him as the ultimate enemy who must be destroyed one

Baal chuckled.

threw away a long time ago is showing his teeth

nonsense are

and sorrow

undead of the No Offspring Tomb were reaped by the Specter, made into immortal bodies, and trained. They were both heroes and

was behind it. One of Baal’s long-standing

you

“”...You!””

hear this and cast magic. Rather than feeling nervous about seeing the 1st Great Demon, he was

after the No Offspring Tomb expedition. It was a scene that proved the strength of the Overgeared Guild, which had