Overgeared

Chapter 1777

The appearance of the tower members gave people a great shock.

The Dragon Slayer, who cut off a dragon’s head, and the legends of previous eras. It was the emergence of a living, breathing myth. In fact, the tower members performed well in accordance with their reputation. They took the lead in the hell expedition and stood tall with new hope.

Many of the people, who suffered losses in the aftermath of the Great Human and Demon War saw them in action and regained their dreams and courage. The activities of the tower members who cut off the heads of the great demons while scattered throughout the vast hell were that great.

The tower members who blamed themselves for not fulfilling their duties—in fact, they were very humble. They were simply unable to resist the disaster called dragons. They shouldn’t be blamed for being incompetent. It was just like people who were swept away by earthquakes or hurricanes shouldn’t be blamed.

That was the existence called dragons. It was best to predict their emergence and minimize the damage. Facing them directly was impossible. This was until the adversary called Grid appeared.

Long before Grid met Fire Dragon Ifrit, there was someone who hoped he would be a dragon’s adversary. It was Sword Saint Biban. He had just climbed the tower when he immediately predicted a bleak future.He saw the fact that Dragon Slayer Hayate was afraid of dragons. Therefore, he wanted to cut down a dragon himself and had a different mental image than before.

To be robust enough to withstand the Breath and weight of a dragon. To be able to cut the scales, skin, and flesh of a dragon. A physical strength where he wouldn’t get tired even if he chased a dragon that crossed the continent with just a single flap of their wings.

In order to have all of that, he turned himself into a non-human sword. He wasn’t afraid even when he felt his intelligence gradually fading away. He knew that one day, he would even forget himself. Sooner or later, he would reach a point where he couldn’t even understand his own condition. So what was there to be afraid of?

That’s right. Biban had been prepared from the start.

Today, he slashed through the willpower of the Fire Dragon and was reborn as a complete sword. Right before the loss of consciousness, he briefly regained the memories he lost so far. On the contrary, this made him feel relieved. If he had to pick out one thing he regretted—

It was that he met Grid only when his condition worsened. If he had a bit of sanity left, he would’ve probably said words of thanks to Grid...

[You have entered the mental world of Sword Saint ‘Biban.’]

“......”

A mental world meant the state of mind. Naturally, the owner’s emotions were contained in the mental world. However, Grid felt nothing. Biban’s mental world was just desolate and tranquil.

“Biban, can you hear me?”

Grid’s voice rang out through the desolate world. It was an empty cry. There was only an echo that returned without reaching anyone.

‘...A sword.’

Grid felt that the bleak wind was particularly cold and noticed it. The chill that gave his skin goosebumps was the spirit of the sword. Grid had made tens of thousands of swords, so there was no way he was unaware of it. The moment he realized it and smelled the iron on the tip of his nose, Grid made a sad expression.

‘It smells like this because it isn’t sharpened with a whetstone.’

A sword without a master—this was Biban’s current state. There was no reward for becoming a sword, and he would gradually become dull, rusty, and covered with dirt.

“...Why did a Sword Saint become a sword in the first place?”

It was a decline. The one who should control the sword had become a sword.

I don’t understand the reason for the choice, but it

even a Sword Saint couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t recognize the sword as a tool unless he was the owner of a talent like Muller’s. Instead, he reached

‘Save him for now.’

once. However, this place was Biban’s mental world that was far from reality. It was the space where Biban’s

failed to

suffered 75,090

so he allowed the attack. The Realm of the Absolute couldn’t be utilized properly. In the first place, the speed

the

both of Grid’s feet rose up and rotated around

I can respond with the

himself. It

sprang out from the wilderness. Hundreds. No, tens of thousands of swords aimed

‘Isn’t this crazy?’

than a great mountain and thousands of swords hovering around it like clouds. It was as powerful as a spectacular production effect. Now? It would naturally be more powerful than it was in the past. Right now, the spirit of the sword was much more powerful

is possible to

in before Grid could take any countermeasures.They stabbed,

both armpits. Then the

nine swords held tightly in Grid’s arms left scratches on Grid’s

dug into the tightly bound smooth red scales. This was definitely the

old dragon. It can’t be blocked by armor that is only a vague reproduction of the

owner of the mental world was experiencing

forward to

desire to save Biban became even stronger. The resurrected Biban would be a completely different person than before. Wasn’t there a high probability that he would return as an Absolute? It

of golden light swirled around him. They were the God Hands, not divinity. It was the process where hundreds of God Hands linked together by holding each other’s hands. It seemed like a large amount of gold had melted down like a waterfall and gushed like

as possible, but the rate at which his health decreased was very fast. Grid was prepared for his immortality to be consumed while in his mind, the treasure of the giants and Trauka’s lair were

‘A sphere.’

common between the last treasure of the giants, currently held by Fronzaltz, and the lair of Fire Dragon Trauka. It was that it formed

dissolved into his subconscious surfaced in conjunction with the desire to survive. No, the desire to save Biban was a

had to break Biban in order to save

have suffered

instant. The tens of thousands of swords,

as Shunpo and the rune. The biggest problem was that

swords were using Matchless Swordsmanship. The moment Grid used

a reason why

and shot his bow to intercept a few swords. Then he used the grappling technique to crumple dozens of swords together like a ball and gradually

was overwhelming. He just needed to buy a very brief break. Then Grid was confident that he could regain all the health

the wall as much as possible, reducing the number of swords he faced directly. He used a shield to block the offensive that

times did he repeat this? The swords that were tracking Grid, who had even started to utilize the Motley Flail, stopped advancing all at

only the sound of wind blowing everywhere. In the middle of the stopped swords, the world started to change. The ground where Grid stood and the wall behind him changed its form

from all directions. The swords increased from tens of thousands to hundreds

was too late. A golden sphere completely enveloped Grid’s entire body. It was a small sun. The sphere made of hundreds of God Hands was infinitely small compared to Trauka’s lair, but it was majestic. It was brilliant,