Overgeared

‘No... I can’t lose. Then I will really be finished.’

Raphael intuitively sensed it. He might lose...

The understanding that archangels were born with far transcended the general category. The more Raphael exchanged blows with Hayate, the more he realized the difference in level. He decided not to ask ‘why.’

Raphael had experienced it with Grid.

A human being who grew at a tremendous rate over time.

After thinking that such an existence had appeared again, he could understand Hayate’s strength. He also couldn’t use the excuse of being suppressed by the dimensional effect of the Overgeared World, which was dominating hell.

The other person was just a soul. He was already dead. He was in a much more disadvantageous position than Raphael.

Therefore, Raphael reflected on himself. It was about the part of himself that hadn’t developed despite being born before any other human being and living for nearly eternity.

'... First of all, let's get over this crisis.'

After that, he would also struggle like he was an ephemeral being. He would never go through this humiliation again.

The determined Raphael fought desperately. He spread all seven pairs of hidden wings and flew in a manner that was lighter than a butterfly. From an advantageous altitude, he fired beams of light, stabbed his spear, and suppressed Hayate like a deadly bee.

‘There is no room to intervene...’

The Black and White sisters became contemplative as they rushed to stop Raphael.

Hayate stood still and swung his sword. Every time dozens of flashes of light crossed around him, a shockwave was generated.

In the sisters’ eyes, Raphael’s movements couldn’t be read properly. Even the hierarchy of a great demon was shabby in front of the 1st ranked Archangel. The gap was bigger than expected, so the sisters who had been following Raphael with the goal of ‘I’ll interfere with Asgard at a critical moment’ became frustrated.

They said they would betray Raphael when the opportunity came, but they found that they couldn’t have done much damage to him. It was a situation that would’ve been frustrating if they had a normal mentality. If they were the sisters from a few years ago, they would’ve run away with their eyes tightly closed, turning a blind eye to the situation.

In reality, they repeatedly ran away because they couldn’t handle the humiliation they suffered due to being ugly. They had completely become used to it. But it was different now. After being trampled on by Grid several times and continuing to challenge him, their mental strength was trained. Eventually, it became so solid that they reached out to Grid first and offered him a deal.

Thump, thump...

The sisters managed to calm their trembling hearts and gradually narrowed the distance to the battlefield. They focused on the flashes that spread nonstop around Hayate.

Just once. The sisters waited for that moment of chance, the opportunity to catch Raphael’s movements.

In the meantime, Hayate continued to get hurt. His posture was as upright as it was in the beginning, but his clothes were already in tatters. He had already been cut several times and blood-red vitality drained from the stabbed soul.

Raphael quickly sensed the intentions of the lowly

if he knew it in

you guys are

rain of feathers pouring down toward Hayate was twisted. It swirled like it had been swept away by a typhoon and bombarded the Black

Step.

rays that continued to bend as if reflected in a mirror, and the flowing and smoothly connected spear strikes. Now Hayate took

goosebumps appeared on his arms. The all-out offensive that was aiming to kill Hayate—in the aftermath of briefly withdrawing some of them, he

meant that with his strength, all he

using them as

“Kuek...!”

Raphael adjusted the halo’s trajectory to shoot a beam of light to

fierce air battle ensued. Hayate’s swordsmanship seemed to have been trained by repeating the same movements tens of thousands of times

advantage of abandoning the speed of a stab and swinging horizontally was also great. The large area made it difficult to defend. Thanks to this, Raphael narrowly fended off Hayate’s attack. However, he couldn’t withstand the force

It was strange.

Hayate—he was much more

he was forced on the defensive. The odds of winning were small. This wasn’t the time

grew by hundreds of times and dominated his territory. It was the construction of a mental world. He planned to use a secret move to overcome

opened his mouth for

was a dry, but

exhausted, but

sides that couldn’t

“Noblesse Oblige.”

“......!”

of the mental world. Hayate’s mental world spread out urgently like he was being chased by something. Perhaps due to the inherent

Waaahhhhhhhh!

They were all screaming urgently. They must’ve been chased by something and were on the run. They looked

Hayate and Raphael’s feet. The ground was far away. Everything seemed to be

the wings that had returned to seven pairs had hardened as if they had been petrified. He realized that he could no longer fly. If he fell

archangel falling to his death? It was impossible in reality. However, this was Hayate’s mental world.

his mental world again, which had become blocked halfway.

Kurarararara!

seemed to be the main culprit that drove the large crowd to

your mental

an Absolute from birth. It wasn’t easy to fully embody it in reality, no matter the power used. If that was possible, Asgard would’ve used the dragon as force a long time ago. However, there was a guy who did it

to the frightened crowd, “...You can rest assured that I will

was the shout of a nobleman who hadn’t forgotten his duty even in death. ‘Noblesse Oblige’ wasn’t

but still shouldered responsibility. It was a mental world that had its potential buried as the Dragon Slayer in his lifetime

‘This...?’