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.

would’ve been better if it had gone easily from the

they were going to explode in the aftermath of him raising the power of the

“500,000 Army.”

“......!”

“......!”

“Avoid it!”

perfect. In the first place, the red flesh only made this place a

an Absolute was extremely short.

so he wouldn’t be safe either, but that was okay. If he

“Death Sword.”

sword energies overlapped one after

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

him in a situation where screams

falling on a gorgeous woman. It was a woman with a huge Red Phoenix behind

mocked Baal. “We won’t go to hell even if we

of a player, but he was aware of the fact that humans of this age could be resurrected even if they

isn’t you

who smiled triumphantly. The seeds that had been planted by Baal a long time ago—they were originally those who should be nourishing Baal. They became

of sword energy that made it impossible for them to run away—the 500,000 Army Death Sword that Baal deployed at the cost of his right

was already a history of being destroyed by Grid once, but that was a variable created by ‘someone’s will’ in Grid’s mental image. Ordinary

apostles would be able 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

on the

was Braham. He was paying the price for pouring out so much magic toward Baal. There was no need to be vigilant yet. All that was left was Sword Saint Muller. It would be a disaster if his sword cut through even the Undefeated King’s Swordsmanship. Baal also needed

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

“Keuk...!”

The moment he read Baal’s approach with his Super Sensitivity, Baal had already pierced

Baal and managed to rescue Kraugel. He cut off Baal’s remaining left arm with the Blue Dragon Dao surrounded

the fact that Grid might come the moment he planned to use the Undefeated

all the prey overflowing in the No Offspring Tomb. He made

and counterattacked. It was a primitive form of attack that was hard to predict. The flustered Mir tried

beyond the level of a cloak and spread out like wings. It worked as a

focus

end,” Baal whispered grimly while still biting Mir’s neck. He moved at a transcendent speed and the iron bars made of sword energy were about to hit the Overgeared members and

truly over. This was until

“...You?”

already arrived here when he had

No.

God of Titan come to support

wasn’t

the Tower

Baal at this moment