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.

again, it was a body made from a small piece of flesh. It was newly

limited to creating dozens of yangbans who are trash except for you and me, Baal’s creation can create

to try hard like

life. He was jealous of the Absolutes who were perfect from the moment they were born and felt skeptical about his own situation. Of course, that changed after

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

Mir, why don’t you get eaten by this

“......”

Mir didn’t reply.

one who neglected his

very twisted,

of his eyes. It

as we can’t destroy that red

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

up to here and closed his eyes to control his breathing. He engraved a determination in his mind. That

prayer has changed. What are you going to teach me this

forward

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

“......?”

him without him

Flop!

from his sword that Garam collapsed and died like a

dream: to fulfill the aspirations of Martial God Chiyou and become the new Martial God. He worked hard in rain and snow to

borrowed the power

his apostle without hesitation and gave him the most important role in this

of the souls absorbed through Baal, resurrecting them as demons and wielding them as its own limbs. It was very versatile. It was possible to easily counter specific

power. As 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 resurrected as

weakness that his combat power rapidly declined the moment he couldn’t use

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

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

fact that Garam had died without being able to react and drew out more of the power of the dead. It intensively passed on

power of the White Tiger, the Black

to ward off physical attacks, he offset the curses and plagues with the Black Tortoise’s poison and curses, and he quickly healed the wounds inflicted

Gods

rising behind Mir and frowned. In the 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

was also

thanks to Grid and retained your strength? Kukuk, don’t you have any pride? It is disgusting to see you cling to Grid,

time, the way he used Formless Will changed. He wrapped it around his body rather than using it to strike at and disturb Mir. It was different from self-defense. Rather than spreading it out widely, it

He was conscious of the current that still remained weakly in 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

Dragon and exploded the intangible energy condensed below his elbow, while fending off the offensive of the red flesh. He bent his wrist

“This bastard...”

see and

His position was once again next to the red

“......?”

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

Is there a XXing

grew one step faster than

an expression he made when his anger was soaring to the top of

first before even being qualified

gaps, only to completely shut his mouth and collapse. It was the

“What?”

who didn’t care how many times he died, was quite shaken. It was because the human faces covering the surface

a bullet that accumulated the power of the dead, whose red flesh

several times by Yura, he identified a gap in the

“You guys...”