Overgeared

A thousand cows—no, even if he slaughtered half this number of cows, he would still be called a master of his craft. However, the number of enemies that Grid had killed was unfathomable. His level, which had reached 900, was the result of countless deaths.

From humans to monsters, half-gods, and demons—Grid was able to draw their anatomical diagrams in his head as soon as he saw them, no matter what shape the target had. It was possible to easily cause a fatal wound and dismantle them in any environment.

Additionally, he now had the strongest sword ever in his hands. Two dragon weapons made from the by-products of an Old Dragon—the sword made by combining them into one almost unconditionally found the enemy’s weakness and was incredibly sharp. It was to the extent where Grid just felt that Baal’s self-defense and skin were ‘a bit tough.’

The king of hell, who reigned as an invincible being and determined the fate of hell and the surface, was reduced to the status of livestock to be slaughtered.

The sound of the magical self-defense and skin being pierced and slashed echoed eerily. The sound of bones being smashed and organs bursting was a bonus.

Baal had the illusion that a swarm of bees was buzzing through his mind. He kept getting goosebumps and his back was tingling.

“......”

Baal’s vision turned white as he looked down at his belly that was split apart the moment it regenerated. It hurt terribly. He had always taken his wounds lightly because he was in a position to overcome them. After witnessing his organs being pulled out and smashed several times in front of his eyes, the concept of being a brain in a vat dominated his mind.

“...Kuock!”

Baal naturally resisted. He actively utilized his natural power by using the skills he had stolen from those who died and fell into hell. However, things didn’t work out as planned. It was because the metal hands held each other and pressed on him, narrowing the gap.

The God Hands—Grid’s artifacts, which had been increased to hundreds, created a circular space and it was a prison that Baal had never experienced before. It gradually narrowed and robbed Baal of his freedom.

Baal couldn’t move as much as he wanted because they didn’t break even when he hit them with all his might. At first, he thought it was okay. He was able to regenerate faster than he was cut, stabbed, and wounded by Grid. Grid had most of his sword dances sealed and wasn’t necessarily powerful. Even if Baal died, he could overcome it.

Baal was confident that he could hold out forever until this pressure was lifted. This was what he thought a while ago.

Bam bam!

“...Kuaaaack!”

Baal let out the scream that he had barely been able to contain. It was around this time that the power contained in Grid’s sword became even stronger than before. Before he could finish regenerating, new wounds tore him apart and inflicted even greater pain.

It was only then that Baal realized his own death. Grid becoming stronger in real time meant he was dead.

“This... this jerk...” Baal cursed in a low voice. There was no time to be conscious of the epic. He felt confused. It was because emotions he didn’t understand came flooding in. Was this the feeling of the toys he had played with so far?

The emotion that rose up along with such a ridiculous idea—it was fear. For the last thousands of years, Baal had planned, witnessed, and learned about countless deaths. He had always savored with interest the despair, sadness, pain, and fear felt by the dead, and it went beyond the level of familiarity.

However, he hadn’t experienced it himself. Thus, he had been enjoying it happily without sympathizing with the feelings of the dead. Then at this moment, it became a reality.

he really be called alive if he kept being killed by Grid? He didn’t want to feel this pain every time he

“Shit...! Shit!”

magical self-defense armor he was wearing. The means to protect his body had no effect, so he boldly abandoned it. He had the idea that if he was

Grid’s absolute defense cracked and finally melted away. The red armor, which had been soaked in

Grid’s expression was

Frost Queen, they could neither burn nor

How many times had he already suffered a setback from the will contained in that armor? At this point,

“......”

bore a dull expression as

Gulp.

He recalled the image of himself that was projected in the small pupils of humans. Humanity’s greatest fear—the reflection of Grid in Baal’s eyes

“Gasp...!”

was briefly mesmerized, only to gasp. He was decapitated, died again, and

distorted face loomed over

space. “It is because I

At the pain that followed, Baal recalled a question

to build a shelter for the dead and cast him

Why should I have to deal with

blurred, came alive again. No,

been the same, expressed emotions such as anger, resentment,

the God Hands. Eventually, the grip of the God Hands were released.The metal sun with blood pouring out from it finally

seen anywhere

originally Beriache’s castle. They were pictorial records of the birth of hell. From the

Beriache was

was a giant. Just

reflected differently according to the viewer’s perception, and this was the first time his true appearance was fully revealed. This was probably his fourth phase after going past his normal phase, the phase he was in

think it was the coming of the end. No matter what type of raid it was, the final phase was meant to be the

and concentration that had been consumed by fighting for half

why is everything above

sky. There was the

large body, take care of the dead who will suffer

lingered

is the furthest place from here, so you don’t have to

everything reigned over his head. This was even though he was a child of a God of the Beginning. This was despite being born with a body that was bigger than anyone else’s. He had to stare endlessly at those that were out of

[It was absurd...]

oppression. Naturally, he started to resent Yatan for giving birth to him. He came to hate

of twist. Unlike Yatan, who left Asgard because he was good, his children weren’t born good. They went against