Overgeared

Chapter 1762

The yangbans were a symbol of will—it was Hanul’s will to challenge Rebecca’s authority.

It was also a symbol of a pledge—it was a pledge to kill Martial God Chiyou. This was the pledge that Hanul had made when he asked Chiyou for help. It was the secret story that served as the background for the yangbans to realize the qualifications of a God Killer. There were some yangbans born with the qualification to kill a god as a ‘talent.’

Baal knew this fact as well.

“Yangban Mir... that’s right. I am your diametric opposite. We are bound by a great destiny.”

Thus, Baal laughed. He greatly welcomed Mir, unlike Raphael who treated the yangbans as disgusting clones. It was because he remembered the soul of Yangban Garam, which he had finally started to digest recently. Garam had the qualification of a God Killer, albeit it was faint.

It was a qualification that would be a great help when fighting Grid again in the future. Wouldn’t the qualification of a God Killer be several times more powerful if he could ingest the soul of Mir, who was the strongest among the yangbans?

It happened the moment when he anticipated it...

A subtle smile appeared on Baal’s face, only for his expression to harden. It was due to Mir’s surprisingly fast swordsmanship.

‘Why?’

It was true that Mir was created to be the opponent of Baal and Raphael. However, most of the world’s results had a different value than what the creator intended.

A half-god created using angels and humans as motifs and forcibly bestowed with divinity—the yangbans were nothing more than Hanul’s lab rats and there was no originality.

In other words, they were a fake from one to ten. It was actually absurd that he dared to confront Baal, the son of Yatan. Yet at this moment, Mir showed a higher level of skills than the other apostles. The speed and destructive power of his swordsmanship, combined with his techniques, gradually made Baal step back.

Finally, Baal had to take a large step back. It was in order to shake off Mir’s sword.

Mir caught up with him in an instant. He used Lightning God to launch an offensive on Baal without giving him a chance to think. The basis of the swordsmanship he used was Muller’s Matchless Sword. It wasn’t exactly like Muller's swordsmanship. Just like the modern day Sword Saint Kraugel, he introduced a new swordsmanship that reinterpreted the Matchless Sword.

A long time ago—

It was a swordsmanship devised based on his experience of fighting Muller several times.

Today—

Mir regained all the memories he had lost and recalled the traces of the sword left on his body. He recalled Muller’s swordsmanship, which he couldn’t stop or avoid. Then he recreated it in a new manner based on the wounds carved on his body.

“Kuaaaaaah!!!” Baal roared as he was pushed back.

From the time he appeared to the present, not a single thing went according to his will and his anger soared. He had put all things in the world on the palm of his hand and kneaded them as he pleased. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Since when did this happen? As expected, it was Grid. That person called Grid ruined everything.

been better if it

were going to explode in the aftermath of him raising

“500,000 Army.”

“......!”

“......!”

“Avoid it!”

500,000 army swordsmanship, not one million. It was a precursor to the technique that proved that Baal’s current state wasn’t perfect. In the first

to manifest the greatness of an Absolute was extremely short.

apostles, but he believed that all the small fries would die. There would be huge aftereffects so he wouldn’t be safe either, but that was okay. If he could take

“Death Sword.”

sword energies overlapped one

vertically—the sword energies seemed to form iron bars that blocked all escape routes and would shatter the beings trapped inside

him in a situation where screams should’ve

on a gorgeous woman. It was a woman with a huge Red Phoenix behind her and fluttering red hair that was darker than flames. It was Bow Saint Jishuka who

finger and mocked Baal. “We

the concept of a player, but he was aware of

purpose isn’t you

projected on the eyes of Baal, who smiled triumphantly. The seeds that had been planted by Baal a long time ago—they were originally those

deployed at the cost of his right arm dyed the area in a bright light. It was a light that erased everything it touched

Swordsmanship was the strongest. There was already a history of being destroyed by Grid once, but that was

to endure it. However, it was all they could do to keep their body intact. They didn’t have room to protect the Overgeared members, the undead of the No Offspring Tomb, and Sword Saint Muller, who was paralyzed by the heart demon

focused on the

need to be vigilant yet. All that was left was Sword Saint Muller. It

off Mir, descended like a lightning bolt. Demonic energy spurted from his severed arm instead of

“Keuk...!”

read Baal’s approach with his Super Sensitivity, Baal had already

He cut off Baal’s remaining left arm with

come the moment he planned to use the Undefeated King’s Swordsmanship to smash through the entire space. He had only one purpose. It was to cause as many casualties as

full of thoughts of filling his stomach with all the prey overflowing in the No Offspring Tomb. He made no efforts to save his life

his arm was cut off, he had bent his back and counterattacked. It was a primitive form of attack that was

arms. It went beyond the level of a cloak and spread out like wings. It worked as a field that weakened the power of attributes other than the dark

lost his qualifications as an Absolute and even lost his super fast recovery. This made him instead focus on the operation of demonic energy. It was trickier to deal with him like this than when he was trying to suppress them

moved at a transcendent speed and

it was truly over. This was

“...You?”

arrived here when

No.

of Titan come to support at the

also wasn’t

Tower of Wisdom didn’t

Baal at this