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

are at the level to stab through Baal’s gap. Rather than 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

too little explanation this time. Why should I intervene in the battle against

is to put Baal on the perfect defensive. You see, there is only one way 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

one reason why Eligos remained in charge of the

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 a life they would never

Look.

Listen.

I am hell.

For him, Baal was just a stumbling block.

you mean to beat

I am sure that the moment Baal feels fear, the fear

the logic of fighting evil

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

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

constant stream of change. He always responded to those who were good with a bright smile and he was aloof to those who weren’t good.

have to work

the type who will willingly

he was overwhelmed by the look in the eyes of the present day Sword Saint, Kraugel, who had completely removed the air of a

means of terrorizing Baal. In order for him to understand the feeling of fear, he must first

Kraugel felt that the screams of the souls seemed to have faded. He had the idea that they

Grid had lived in. Even a moment or a little action could give hope to countless brings or bring despair. A stronger will was added to Kraugel’s self-aware

he went to Baal alone. It was without the apostles and Sir Biban, who

“......”

Stronger than him?

frowned. He didn’t agree with Kraugel’s one-sided assessment. It was only for a moment. He remembered Sword God Biban, whom he saw when he

is

was accompanied by Biban, he would’ve been more advantageous in the

understands the

Just then—

reincarnation became calm for the first time in thousands of years. There was only the sound of

him. He noticed that all of them were feeling expectant at Grid’s name.

will bring despair to

close to impossible. However, Kraugel

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were heard all over

castle like maniacs—the turbulent appearance of the sky and earth with 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

heart and people witnessed a sight they had never imagined. Grid collapsed

situation where

media outlets were already pouring out breaking news with headlines such as ‘The Hero’s Defeat’ and ‘The Fallen God.’ That was how serious

a fatal blow right after a fierce battle that raised suspicions