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.

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

tool unless he was the owner of a talent like Muller’s. Instead, he reached the point

‘Save him for now.’

used Shunpo. He intended to break through to the origin all at once. However, this place was Biban’s mental world that

has failed to

have suffered

skill, swords emerged from the ground and stabbed Grid’s feet. He hadn’t expected an attack to come out of nowhere, so he allowed the attack. The Realm of the Absolute couldn’t be utilized properly. In the first

the true

pierced both of Grid’s feet rose up and rotated around and around, guarding against Grid. They were poised to shoot the moment

I can

to shake them off himself. It happened the moment Grid made

Hundreds. No, tens of thousands of

‘Isn’t this crazy?’

the past. There was a huge sword higher 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

is possible to

Grid could take any countermeasures.They stabbed, slashed, and

his kicking feet, applying strength to both armpits. Then the nine swords that had been digging

frowned. He felt a tingling pain. The nine swords held tightly in Grid’s arms left scratches on Grid’s skin This meant it had penetrated through

energy easily dug into the tightly bound smooth red scales. This was definitely the energy of a Dragon

must be due to his achievement of slashing the willpower of an old dragon. It can’t be

wasn’t using the Sanctuary of Metal. It was because it was physically impossible to build his mental world in another person’s mental world. Of course, it was possible if the owner of the

forward

a completely different person than before. Wasn’t there a high probability that

on his face as he reached out into the air. A huge spiral 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 a

but the rate at which his health decreased was very fast. Grid was prepared for his immortality to be consumed while in his mind,

‘A sphere.’

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

the face of a crisis where multiple abilities were sealed. The experience and knowledge that had dissolved into his

had to break Biban in order to

have suffered catastrophic

an instant. The tens of thousands of swords, each with the

the Sanctuary of Metal, overlap Infinite Valhalla, or use abilities classified as ‘powers’ such as Shunpo and the rune. The biggest problem was that it wasn't an environment where he could use the

the tens of thousands of swords were using Matchless Swordsmanship. The moment Grid

a reason why Muller sent me in

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

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

much as possible, reducing the number of swords he faced

were tracking Grid, who had even started to utilize the Motley Flail, stopped advancing all at once. They moved as one body so there were naturally no entanglements or collisions with each

started to change. The ground where Grid stood and the wall behind him changed its form to a

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

sphere completely enveloped Grid’s entire body. It was a small sun. The sphere made of hundreds of God Hands was infinitely