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

couldn’t recognize the sword as a tool unless he was the owner of a talent like Muller’s. Instead, he reached the point where he

‘Save him for now.’

mental world that was far from

has failed to

suffered 75,090

ground and stabbed Grid’s feet. He hadn’t expected an attack to come out of nowhere, so he allowed the attack. The

the true

formed by Biban’s mental world—the two swords that pierced both of Grid’s feet rose up and rotated around and around,

where I can respond

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

the wilderness. Hundreds. No, tens of thousands of swords

‘Isn’t this crazy?’

a great mountain and thousands of swords hovering around it like clouds. It was as powerful as a spectacular production effect. Now?

if it is possible to break

countermeasures.They stabbed, slashed, and pressed Grid

and shook off four swords with his kicking feet, applying strength to both armpits. Then the

in Grid’s arms left scratches

the tightly bound smooth red scales.

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

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 mental world was experiencing some type of psychological problem, but Biban’s current mental world was perfect without any wavering. It was just after achieving his goal of

forward to

before. Wasn’t there a high probability that he would return as an Absolute? It was an Absolute

of golden light swirled around him. They were the God Hands, not divinity. It was the process where hundreds of

resisted as best 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

‘A sphere.’

currently held by Fronzaltz, and the lair of Fire Dragon Trauka. It was

The experience and knowledge that had dissolved into his subconscious surfaced in conjunction with the desire to survive. No, the desire to save Biban was a thousand times stronger than the desire

break Biban

have suffered

tens of thousands of swords, each with the energy of a

of Metal, overlap Infinite Valhalla, or use abilities classified as ‘powers’ such as Shunpo and the

Swordsmanship. The moment Grid used skills related

a reason why Muller

so did the speed at which the golden circle rotated. 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

a very brief break. Then Grid was confident that he could regain all the health he had

his back to the wall as much as possible, reducing the number of swords he faced directly. He used a shield to block the offensive that spread out like light and threw a spear to

swords that were tracking Grid, who had even started to utilize the Motley Flail, stopped advancing all at

there was 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 to a sharp sword. A forest of

of thousands to hundreds of thousands

sun. The sphere made of hundreds of God Hands was infinitely small compared to Trauka’s lair, but it was majestic. It was brilliant, unlike Trauka’s lair, which was as bleak and desolate as