Overgeared

The mass of red flesh—there was no other name for it. Their honest feeling was that they didn’t even want to mention it.

“Is it over? Really?”

The world message that emerged the moment Baal perished—Toban had been cheering at the thought that it was over, only to break out in a sweat. Not only was the red flesh unharmed by Baal’s disappearance, but the news of the birth of a new Evil God came right after. It was a desperate situation.

‘How long do I have to face this disgusting bastard?’

The red flesh formed a circular shape, but the surface was uneven. It was because it was wearing countless faces like an outer shell. The mouth, noses, and eyes of the dead were tightly embedded in the flesh and wriggled in real time. They seemed to be screaming together.

Please come and save me.

They seemed to be shouting to get them out of here.

Wriggle!

One of the human faces embedded in the red flesh seemed to protrude slightly. Finally, a human figure was vomited out. Once again, it was the yangban, Garam. He was killed by Mir a short time ago, but he was resurrected again, his body made from the flesh of the red flesh.

“It is very convenient that I don’t have to fear death.”

Garam smirked and rushed at Mir. Like his own body, he wielded a long sword made of flesh.

The sword flashed continuously like lightning. Dozens of blows were exchanged and Mir was pushed back a few steps. It was a shocking sight.

At first, Mir had easily overwhelmed Garam. He was hurt by the energy of the God Killer, but he easily handled Garam and the yangbans. However, Garam became stronger every time he was resurrected and he already reached the level of receiving Mir’s swordsmanship.

Garam was the only one. The other yangbans were killed by Mir’s sword no matter how many times they resurrected, while Garam became stronger in real time.

It was the pure difference in talent. Even after suffering the same death, Garam was the only one who immediately realized his defeat and quickly came up with a solution. He repeatedly studied and gained insight into how Mir’s swordsmanship incapacitated him and led him to death.

Before long, the red flesh didn’t resurrect the other yangbans. It only molded Garam using its own flesh. In the process, Garam’s arms and legs became a bit longer. His neck and ankles thickened, and calluses formed on his toes and fingers. The muscles of his entire body were reorganized in a different form than before.

It was the result of the red flesh responding whenever Garam realized and aspired for the physical conditions necessary to transcend Mir. Garam started to catch up with Mir’s swordsmanship using sheer talent and he was even blessed with an evolved body by the red flesh.

“The sword that destroys the gods.”

The energy of a God Killer—the incandescent long sword accepted the aura created from Garam’s intentions and caused a powerful explosion. It had the power to offset some of the absolute elements of Mir’s dragon weapon, One. Garam’s sword, which easily broke every time it collided with One, was intact for the first time. It endured dozens of blows and scattered pale energy.

Garam didn’t seem satisfied.

“It is still too much to say it will destroy a god. I’ll have to name it differently.”

The blue dopo fluttered and spread out like a curtain. It was a scene created by the shockwave that occurred when One pierced Garam’s chest.

“Cough... I should’ve dealt one more blow.”

A slight twist of the wrist.

Flop!

Garam’s body collapsed as he looked down with some surprise at One, which made it through his sword like his sword was a piece of paper. The beautiful body shriveled up in an instant and turned into dirty, red flesh.

A piece of flesh that was the size of a fist—it was the material that formed the body of a half-god.

The possibilities of the red flesh were limitless.

“At this time, I wonder if Baal is greater than Hanul.”

Step.

a body made from a small piece of flesh.

yangbans who are trash except for you and me, Baal’s creation can create

try hard like they

Absolutes who were perfect from the moment they were born and felt skeptical about his own situation. Of course, that

world felt easy and comfortable now. It was because his innate talent was in full bloom thanks to

don’t

“......”

Mir didn’t reply.

was one

regretted the waste of his talent, but that was a story from a long time ago. After discovering that Garam’s personality was very twisted, he was glad

came back alive in front of his eyes. It was while retaining his tremendous talent and terrifying

as we can’t destroy that

monsters like Garam revive again and again and become the second or third Baal? He wondered if the source of fear that Grid had cut off would be

eyes to control his

you

look forward

Garam’s talent was simple. Repeatedly killing him without giving him the

“......?”

without

Flop!

blood from his sword that

had only one dream: to fulfill the aspirations of Martial God Chiyou and become the

opponent of Baal and Raphael. Garam borrowed

Mir’s value. Therefore, he made Mir his apostle without hesitation

resurrecting them as demons

she countered the powers of the dead unleashed by the red flesh, she would become increasingly vulnerable over time as she received pincer attacks from the dead who were

strong Braham was, he was a magician and was vulnerable to close combat. Meanwhile, Zik had a weakness that his combat power rapidly declined the moment he couldn’t use runes. In other

rate against the red flesh was undoubtedly Mir. A being who mastered martial arts in the process of dreaming about becoming the Martial

a similar firepower to Braham and could be as versatile as Zik. Of course, expectations were somewhat low compared to Braham’s potential to ‘kill’ the red flesh, but Mir had the highest chance of buying a

was clearly wary of the fact that Garam had died without being able to react and drew out more of the power of the dead. It

power of the White Tiger, the Black Tortoise, and the Red

physical attacks, he offset the curses and plagues with the Black Tortoise’s poison and curses, and he quickly healed the wounds inflicted by magic that he was forced to allow with

Four Gods liberated by

past, when Garam was alive, the reason why they could use the power of the Four Auspicious Beasts was because the Four Auspicious Beasts were sealed and weakened. It was a power that could be taken away at any time the moment the Four Auspicious

and it was also

you have any pride? It is disgusting to see you cling to Grid, who is just a mere

using it to strike at and disturb Mir. It was different from self-defense. Rather than spreading it out widely, it was condensed and overlapped on a specific area. It

Mir’s sword. Garam noticed that he had just been killed by Mir, who used the ‘power of the Blue Dragon.’ He did everything in his power to move faster

energy condensed below his

“This bastard...”

he see

had done and started swearing. His position was once again next to the

“......?”

expression was puzzled for a moment before he slowly stiffened. He realized that he had

a XXing

guy who grew one step faster than

as the image of Grid overlapped with Mir. It was an expression he

kill you first before even

It seemed like he was trying to concentrate. Garam was thinking about how to attack Mir, who showed no gaps, only to completely shut his mouth and collapse. It was the aftermath of the bones and flesh of his

“What?”

faces covering

on the flesh exploded. It was by Yura’s bullets. It was a bullet that accumulated the power of the dead, whose red flesh

Yura, he identified a gap in the flesh with an immune system that was wary of Yura and

“You guys...”