Overgeared

Chapter 1820

“Do you know that the god you serve has been a long time admirer of my work?”

The dark dopo that flowed like a wave. The feeling of smearing ink to create waves. It was a sight created by Daoist Sabaek. The swordsmanship he used was unusual. He slowly used Tai Chi with his sharp sword. The demonic creatures couldn’t dodge and were often cut.

Kraugel watched with interest, only to soon frown. During their recent meeting at a villa in South Korea, he remembered Grid and Jishuka waking up in the morning and performing Tai Chi side by side.

‘Why does it have to be Tai Chi?’

Was he lobbied by the Chinese Communist Party?

Even as Kraugel pondered on this, Sabaek’s words continued, “Additionally, the number of yangbans I have punished is at least seven.”

The sword moved slowly before stinging like a bee, cutting at a demonic creature. Sabaek’s wrists and collarbones, revealed through the fluttering dopo, were full of tattoo-like marks. They were marks that permanently raised a large number of stats.

Daoist Sabaek was the one who created the rare treasure that every player wished to have. He even had multiple marks on himself. If Baal killed Sabaek and took his soul to hell—

There was a concern that Baal, who already boasted high stats as a super named boss, would have his stats rise exponentially.

“It means I am one level ahead of you, who has earned a fairly high reputation as a Sword Saint. In terms of hierarchy, experience, and skills, you don’t deserve to tell me what to do. The same goes for that guy.”

The nose of a named NPC was inherently pointed high in the sky. From the beginning, it was close to impossible for a player to control an opponent who had lived for a long time as a transcendent. Kraugel might have a unique hierarchy and reputation like Grid, but he wasn’t Grid. Kraugel’s reputation was the second highest among players, but the gap with the first place Grid was too great.

‘Unfortunately, I didn’t meet Lauel’s expectations.’

He felt sorry, but what could he do? Hwang Gildong, whom they believed would be cooperative, acted just like Sabaek.

Kraugel gave up on persuasion. He silently followed Sabaek and Hwang Gildong, who said that this was a shortcut, and gradually advanced into a space infected by demonic energy.

The group’s destination was Norae Hills. The landscape was said to be all yellow hills. Hwang Gildong had seduced Sabaek there by saying he would be able to obtain a large amount of ‘materials for the marks.’ He had whispered to Kraugel that this was the safest area.

“Old Sword Demon.” Old Sword Demon, who had a dissatisfied expression in the rear, abruptly spoke. He gave his name again to Sabaek, who called him ‘that guy.’ It sounded a bit different to Kraugel. This was the aftermath of witnessing Huroi from up close since entering the Overgeared Guild.

‘Is he Korean?’

No, he didn’t think so. It was hard to imagine that there was more than one person like Huroi in the world. Kraugel believed that he misunderstood. He even felt a small amount of guilt toward Old Sword Demon and changed his listening language setting from Korean to English.

“Old Sword Demon. My name is Old Sword Demon. Didn’t I reveal it when I first introduced myself? Please engrave it clearly in that little head of yours.”

It sounded comfortable to listen to now...

He was able to shake off the horrible assumption that there might be some intention behind Old Sword Demon’s name.

Kraugel was relieved while Sabaek snorted. “Bah, I heard you are revered as a legend among the people, but there is a wild aspect to you. Well, okay. Stop this war of nerves and increase your pace, Old Sword Demon.”

He quickened his pace while wiping at his bloody sword with a talisman. It seemed to give an enhancement effect to the sword that was glowing blue.

‘He has been active for a long time. They said he would be at least a mid-level transcendent, but he is so talented.’

Sabaek used high level swordsmanship, performed daoist techniques with the talisman, and possessed his signature marks, so his value became higher the more Kraugel looked. It was to the extent where he wondered if Sabaek was an existence on the opposite side of daoist immortal Yeo Yulan.

‘I must protect him.’

Kraugel reminded himself of the importance of the mission only to stop abruptly as he was following Sabaek. He widened his stride. A shadow crept across the twilight-stained ground. It was the shadow of Kraugel, who immediately leaned his upper body forward as he drew his sword.

The topknot on Sabaek’s head shook and blood flowed

suddenly received a shock and lost a large amount

back of Kraugel, who was holding out his sword with his upper body leaning

energy. It floated alone in the air like Grid’s God Hands. It was hard to tell whether it was real or imaginary. It was

Twilight. In the glow of the sunset, it emitted a scorching heat that was beyond the light emitted by the sword. They were the traces of the use of magic. It was the fire attribute magic

it use

Kraugel’s expression became serious.

apostles into a crisis in the No Offspring Tomb boasted a

As expected, you endured

Step, step, step.

of approaching footsteps caught the attention of the party. It was a smiling demon with sharp fangs. His appearance differed depending on the viewer. He looked like a huge bat to Old Sword Demon. It was

Demon, ‘Baal’,

knees. He was crushed

the first assassin player to reach level 100 and be registered in the Hall of Fame as the ‘First Assassin Ranked Number 1’—Old Sword Demon had been playing Satisfy for nearly nine years, including the open beta, and he surprisingly

but it was like the efforts and achievements accumulated over the past nine years were finally acknowledged. He felt great thrill and

I was very suspicious

after becoming the first legend. Yet at this moment, Old Sword Demon was suffering from all types of status abnormalities. The hard-earned legendary class was disabled without him being able to enjoy its basic rights. There was no choice

ears as he was feeling

to cause status abnormalities by default, ignoring the status

Golden Carriage later sells items that neutralizes

Demon, there was an image file that became popular on the Internet in the past that listed paid items in games enjoyed by the generations older than

on the list of products that I could view with my reputation. Currently, the

-Yes...

applause to be completed. In the first place, this wasn’t the

had appeared

Demon had never seen Asura’s hand and he didn’t even know what it was. Nevertheless, he could intuitively know that it was a very sinister and dangerous

danger was intuitively revealed. It was because Kraugel’s sword energy was being disturbed

Asura’s hand, it became blurred and repeatedly disappeared. It was the same for the orange energy

have to kill Baal while Kraugel ties it

just a fragment as he guessed, Hwang Gildong and Sabaek should be able to get rid of

a fragment. He couldn’t sit

need to

a fact that the whole world knew because it was on record. People dismissed him as a fool. They saw him as a stupid

Sword Demon wanted to be stronger than anyone else, thus he went all in

any case, that was in

shouldn’t resist. Keep

attention to Baal, who didn’t even give him a second look. It was while secretly preparing to attempt an ‘assassination’ that hadn’t been

turned out to

real time and his armor and weapon that were rusting met the trigger

cut no longer applies to Asura. It learned this after being cut by you. Even I didn’t expect Asura to have this talent, so it was an unexpected harvest. Thanks to

Baal only noticed Kraugel.

slip away, but he couldn’t move recklessly.

power and daoist energy were being dispersed just by being this close. There was a sense of complete helplessness. The feeling of helplessness that he was feeling for the first time since becoming a

“......”

talking to Baal. It was because the demons he had dealt with so far had excelled at bewitching people. Moreover, there was nothing good about exchanging words with Baal, the source of

“You are scared.”

right after he turned to look at Hwang Gildong, who was creeping up on him like a rat. This made Hwang

from them. It was the smell of fear. It was a smell that made Baal feel alive. His infinite life that

short. It is better to be grateful that your souls can exist with me forever after you die and fall to hell. However, once that time comes, the pain will

The hand of the Evil

sent the Sword Saint to stop my