Overgeared

Chapter 1839

The magic power condensed in the demon sword stirred the earth and the sky. It was on the verge of exploding and devastating the entire area. There were continuous roars that seemed to urge its master.

“......”

Baal was still silent. He stood still and didn’t wield his sword.

His eyes remained on Grid. It was more like meditating. In fact, Baal’s eyelids were half-closed. He was trying to ignore Grid, who was pointing a finger at his own chest and provoking him. It was because he didn’t know what type of nonsense the epic would say if he looked at it clearly.

‘Is it the feeling of a toy?’

Baal let out a laugh. It was the aftermath of realizing that he was playing on the top of Grid’s palm. He had been wielding the fate of others at will and forcing his choices, but now he ended up in the opposite position.

All types of emotions rushed over him like a tide.

‘...It is unpleasant.’

Baal smiled and suppressed his competitive spirit. He gave an obvious answer to the choice Grid presented.

First of all, he activated the Demon’s Cradle.

The Demon’s Cradle—most of the demons and demonic creatures that inhabited hell were born there. Baal planned to summon the newly born demonic creatures and demons immediately to his side and used them as a means to attack Grid.

***

Damian, the leader of the Overgeared God Church—he, who had previously been happily looking at the portrait of the pregnant Isabel, doubtfully asked, “Uh? Isn’t it suddenly wriggling over there?”

The attention of the group who was clearing the contaminated land was drawn to one side. There was a big black hole, akin to the abyss. The entrance of the cradle, which had intermittently spewed out demonic creatures and demons, was wriggling like a living creature. It was a trivial movement, like a caterpillar chewing on leaves, but it was a clear change.

“Hik~! Demons! Demons are pouring out!” Zednos panicked as he watched the scene with Damian.

The cradle exploded. Like an active volcano erupting lava, large quantities of demonic energy were scattered everywhere. Tens of thousands of red beads flashed through the mist colored the area. All of them were the eyes of the demons who had just been born.

Yes, demons. They had strength that didn’t compare to demonic creatures. Those who were judged to be ‘elite’ monsters displayed their own powers, just like a great demon.

“What is going on all of a sudden?!”

Zednos became flustered the moment the cradle poured out a large amount of demons since it was originally pouring out of demons and demonic creatures at regular intervals. He was very nervous, so he shot magic at random. Putting aside the ridiculous appearance, the results were enormous.

As a magician who started as a wind magician, he specialized in wide-area magic. He increased his damage by dozens or even hundreds of units with every stack of his magic. His staff increased magic attack power as the number of targets attacked increased, so it helped him by scatter brilliant magic. It was a dragon weapon.

“That cradle... it thinks and judges like an intelligent creature. It seems it judged it will be troublesome when the agricultural fields are completed,” Hurent said with a serious expression. It was while plowing at the land with hundreds of hand plows made of aura. The seeds scattered by Piaro went into it.

“Can’t you hurry up a bit?”

“I’m already doing my best. You have to understand that the pace is slow because there are no nutrients in the ground.”

Even Piaro’s Rapid Growth couldn’t immediately bring the crops to full bloom. The land of hell was that barren. There was no energy not only in the land, but in nature as a whole. There wasn’t much of a difference even when Piaro used Natural State.

It happened as Zednos was becoming even more nervous...

“I’ll try to hold out as much as possible, so don’t worry and maintain your pace.”

Damian held Isabel’s portrait in his arms and stepped forward. The consequences of his action were beyond common sense. He only took a few steps, but the bodies of the demons that rushed at him shattered and turned to ash.

Damian, the leader of the Overgeared God Church—he reached the stage where every step contained the technique of the sword dance. His sword dance was endlessly perfected and circulated in everyday life. He was a genius representing Japan.

“Phew,” the admiring Hurent whistled.

was determined to leave clearing the land to Piaro and participate in the battle himself, but Damian’s skills were beyond imagination. At

Zednos, and himself—he hadn’t been very happy when he first

was still the strongest in his

his armor and shield, while Zednos was a half-wit who was bossed

they weren’t that great in Hurent’s eyes. This meant he questioned Lauel’s intent behind sending them to escort Piaro, who had various restrictions while creating the agricultural fields. To be honest, he cursed a bit

seeing this, it was purely my

Hurent had little experience in joint combat with the Overgeared members. He joined the Overgeared Guild too late. Even after joining, he mostly pursued Piaro or went on separate missions with Chris and Haster. Therefore, he didn’t

somewhat embarrassed Piaro told him the truth,

“...Huh?”

learned to work in

That’s why he is so

a consensus that was formed among farmers. Hurent also became curious about

“......?”

down his spine, subtly slowed down. He deliberately slowed down the pace of hunting demons. For some reason, he felt

to make me work

Damian who had been playing the role of a sandbag every time Grid made a new weapon. Unbeknownst to himself, he became very quick

Overgeared God Church shouldn’t have dirt on his

like all his skills were on cooldown. He slowed

***

‘...Is it stable?’

extermination of the demons who had just been born in the cradle. He frowned when he realized that Grid had done something, only to become relieved. It was because

withdrew his

with the

distorted hell by projecting the hell moon and was also the production material of Asura. Perhaps Baal was the only one he trusted or relied

that might pose a threat to

the red flesh. The reaction came immediately. Through Baal’s shadow, a

his lifetime. It was because Garam was helped by Baal when he was processing the energy of a God Killer. Of course,

“Gri...”

found Grid.

“......?”

in

sniped the dead people that the flesh endlessly produced and Faker assassinated them. The flesh’s ranged

had barely managed to grab Garam and pulled him back, reuniting

if you betrayed Hanul, I can’t understand why you became

you search all over the world, there is

who was born to be a

Mir and Garam clashed.

bodies at the same time. Mir was superior in turns of pure sword skills, but the energy of a God Killer was a problem. The energy of a God Killer contained in Garam’s Formless Will left wounds on

fragments of red flesh. Even if

souls of other yangbans as well?” Garam urged the lump

Flinch.

in displeasure but soon started to form new bodies. It was the

been killed

intent was directed at Mir. They were reborn as a concept similar to a demon and they were as strong as

of a half-god and demon—they were reborn as a never before seen existence and there was a

I think we need to clean up the yangbans

“No.”

shook her head at Faker’s

had been attacking hell alone and her extraordinary eyes were able to

doesn’t stop when it recovers the flesh, it is hard to say it can’t do both things at once. I think it

passively every time? It was because it became vulnerable. It judged that it would be dangerous if it was attacked at

after hearing Yura’s

red flesh while saving their ultimate

-...Kiyaaaaaaah!

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