Overgeared

Ahh...

Ahhhh...

The screams continued endlessly. They were close to sobs. Screams tinged with emptiness and despair, not pain, echoed and swallowed even the noise of the river flowing violently.

“Aren’t you nervous?”

Hundreds of billions—no, a huge river where the number of souls that drifted was even more than that.

Kraugel had been quietly watching the cruel and sad scene of the river of reincarnation, only to look away. Black Knight Eligos was approaching.

“You won’t have a chance to play if you stay here.”

“......”

Kraugel withheld his answer for a moment.

In the first place, he didn’t like Eligos. Unlike Grid, who didn’t wear colored glasses when interacting with others, Kraugel was somewhat conservative. He paid attention to the nature of the target as much as possible. He didn’t know about anything else, but he made a clear distinction between good and evil. It was very different from Grid, who easily interacted with or harmed a target, regardless of which faction they belonged to.

Of course, it wasn’t a very good attitude. Common sense thinking and choices had few opportunities to bring about special events. It wasn’t suitable for the position of a ranker. In fact, Kraugel had a much lower hidden quest acquisition rate compared to Grid. Nevertheless, his level was second only to Grid and it was great that he was so strong.

In any case, Kraugel was suspicious of Eligos. Putting aside Grid’s trust, this was a great demon. He had even guarded the river of reincarnation. It meant he watched the bondage of countless souls drifting without leaving the river. It was something that he might’ve mocked.

‘...No, at the very least, I don’t think that happened.’

Kraugel turned his gaze to the hill behind Eligos. He could see Cerberus waving its tail as it gazed at the spirits wandering in the river. It was bigger than several elephants put together and it was definitely like a puppy, except for the fact that it had three heads. It showed pure curiosity to the souls without expressing any malice nor intent to kill. In other words, it was proof that this guy's master, Eligos, didn't abuse the souls. Dogs were bound to resemble their masters.

Kraugel briefly organized his thoughts and opened his mouth, “The meaning of your words is offensive. Do you think Grid can’t do it?”

Kraugel came here to block Baal’s retreat. It was an activity with the possibility that Baal would be weakened after several deaths to Grid and come here to help himself recover. However, Eligos said that wouldn’t happen. It was as if Baal wouldn’t be on the defensive.

Eligos shook his head. “I have no intention of disparaging the god you serve. This is just... It is a simple matter.”

Black—it was a color that meant darkness, evil, death, etc. It was heard that those who used the color black in hell had very great authority.

This actually seemed to be the case. Armed with pitch black equipment, Eligos might only be ranked 20th in hell, but he retained a sharper demonic energy compared to the single digit great demons that Kraugel had encountered. His force was so great that he wasn’t certain he could win in a fight. It didn’t seem to be a myth that even Baal didn’t touch him hastily.

“It doesn’t matter if your god wins or loses when fighting against Baal. Baal had transcended the concept of death. Even if Grid killed the bastard, who overcame death the moment they died without going through resurrection, what was the big deal?”

Eligos’ gaze went down the cliff. His vision captured the souls floundering in the violent swirling river.

“This guy won’t weaken no matter how many times he is defeated by your god and dies. It is safe to say that there is virtually no chance of him coming here to recuperate.”

“Get to the point.”

He seemed quite satisfied with Kraugel’s attitude. He wasn’t the type to

waste time here, it is right to infiltrate Baal’s city and help Grid. We should hurry as much as possible. There is the rule that movement magic isn’t allowed throughout hell so it will take quite a long time to get to Baal’s

Why should I intervene in the

to kill Baal. We need to get rid of humanity’s fear of him, but in fact, this is impossible. The conclusion that I have come to after many years of deliberation is to not expect anything from humanity. Rather, it is to directly instill fear in

the river of reincarnation and stuck to the rank of

hell. Thus, he stayed here for thousands of years. Along with Cerberus, who left footprints in mythology, he guarded the river of reincarnation and carved his own image on the souls of the dead. He left his name in the cries of souls who craved

Look.

Listen.

I am hell.

was a grand ambition. For him, Baal was just a stumbling block.

mean to beat

that the moment Baal feels fear, the fear that sustains him will

the logic of fighting evil

thought it was quite possible. Therefore, he shook his head. “I refuse.

you saying you can’t disobey the will of the god

always responded to those who were good with a bright smile and he was aloof to those who weren’t good. He had unbreakable will in

to work with Grid to push him

will willingly throw himself

express it. Before he knew it, he was

of terrorizing Baal. In order for him to understand the

the souls seemed to have faded. He had the

It was the world Grid had lived in. Even a moment or a little action

so he went to Baal alone. It was without the apostles and

“......”

Stronger than him?

He didn’t agree with Kraugel’s one-sided assessment. It was only for a moment. He remembered

he... is

wearing a broken sword at his waist. But in terms of skills, it felt comparable to Grid. If Grid was accompanied by Biban, he would’ve been more advantageous in the fight against Baal. However,

the reason why, “Grid understands the

Just then—

of the souls completely ceased. The river of reincarnation became calm for the first time in thousands of years.

He noticed that all of them were feeling expectant at Grid’s name. He didn’t

bring despair

it was close to impossible. However, Kraugel believed in Grid. It was a situation where

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heard all

every swing of their fists or feet reminded people of an imaginary war between gods. It was simply a different dimension. They thought it wouldn’t be strange if this fierce battle continued forever. They even joked that Zeratul

balance was unexpectedly broken quite quickly. Baal’s sword pierced Grid’s heart and people witnessed a sight they had never imagined.

situation where he knelt down

that position. Some ignorant media outlets were already pouring out

blow right after a fierce battle that raised suspicions that