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

beginning. How could he trust evil beings? However, even if he knew it in advance, he couldn’t control his anger when

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like it had been swept away by a typhoon and

Step.

and preventing the rain of feathers, the rays that continued to bend as if reflected in a mirror, and the

widened and 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 could do was tie up

using them as a shield. Then

“Kuek...!”

again. Hayate’s rapid pursuit filled his vision. Raphael adjusted the halo’s trajectory to shoot a beam of light to destroy that bastard’s posture. Then he stabbed

movements tens of thousands of times and

the 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

It was strange.

was much more

he was forced on the defensive. The odds of winning

It was the construction of a mental world. He

his mouth

was a dry,

exhausted,

sides that couldn’t be mixed

“Noblesse Oblige.”

“......!”

mental world. Hayate’s mental world spread out urgently like he was being chased by something. Perhaps due to the inherent nature of the mental world, there was no delay so the completion was faster than

Waaahhhhhhhh!

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

ground was far away.

pairs had hardened as if they had been petrified. He realized that he could no longer fly. If he fell from

impossible in reality. However, this was Hayate’s mental world. He didn’t know what

mental world again,

Kurarararara!

seen flying from the other side of the sky. It seemed to be the main culprit that drove the large crowd to

mental

in reality, no matter the power used. If that was possible, Asgard would’ve used

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

nobleman who hadn’t forgotten his duty even in death. ‘Noblesse Oblige’ wasn’t the mental

that had its potential buried as the Dragon Slayer in his lifetime and blossomed only after he died and forgot he was

‘This...?’