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.

if it had gone easily from

right arm swelled up unevenly. His muscles expanded like they were going to explode in

“500,000 Army.”

“......!”

“......!”

“Avoid it!”

state wasn’t perfect. In the first place, the red flesh only made this place a ‘hell-like’ environment.

manifest the greatness of an Absolute was

Death Sword—he didn’t know about the 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 away a lot of people in exchange for one life,

“Death Sword.”

energies overlapped

sword energies seemed to form iron bars that blocked all escape routes and would shatter

in a situation where screams

to Huroi, but Huroi felt it was unfair. Baal’s gaze was lost for a moment before belatedly falling on a gorgeous woman. It was a woman

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

Baal also knew this. He didn’t know about the concept of a player, but he was aware of the fact that humans of this age could

purpose isn’t you

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

500,000 Army Death Sword that Baal deployed at the cost of his right arm dyed the area in

of power, the Undefeated King’s Swordsmanship was the strongest. There was already a history of being destroyed by Grid

would be able to endure it. However, it was all they could do to keep their body intact. They didn’t have

on

much magic toward Baal. There was no need to be vigilant yet. All that was left was Sword Saint Muller. It would

who had soared into the air to shake off Mir, descended like a lightning bolt. Demonic energy spurted from his severed arm instead of blood, flapped

“Keuk...!”

read Baal’s approach with his Super Sensitivity, Baal had already pierced him in the heart and

off Baal’s remaining left arm with the Blue Dragon Dao surrounded by

was that Baal was already ready to die. It meant he had in mind the fact that Grid might 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

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

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

of a cloak and spread out like wings. It

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

still biting Mir’s neck. He moved at a transcendent speed

This

“...You?”

arrived here when he had been

No.

the Lightning God of Titan come to support at the right

wasn’t the

Tower of Wisdom didn’t

who disturbed Baal at this moment was