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.

dare you...!” Raphael quickly sensed the intentions of

could he trust evil beings? However, even if he knew

you...Even 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 and White sisters.

Step.

if reflected in

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

all he could do was

sword soared like lightning and collided with Raphael’s wings. Raphael folded his wings to form a sphere, using them as a shield. Then his

“Kuek...!”

counterattack, Raphael spread his wings again. Hayate’s rapid pursuit filled his vision. Raphael adjusted the

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

abandoning the speed of a stab and swinging horizontally was also great. The large

It was strange.

Slayer Hayate—he was much more

defensive. The odds of winning were small. This wasn’t the time to save

It was the construction of a mental world. He planned to use a secret move to overcome

his mouth for the

a dry,

exhausted,

with two sides that

“Noblesse Oblige.”

“......!”

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

Waaahhhhhhhh!

by something and were on the

Raphael’s feet. The ground was far away. Everything seemed

they had been petrified. He realized that he could no longer fly. If

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

ominous feeling and tried to unfold his mental world again, which had become blocked

Kurarararara!

dragon was seen flying from the other side of the sky. It seemed

if this is your mental world, how did you materialize a

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

“...You can rest assured that I will offer

forgotten his duty even in death. ‘Noblesse Oblige’

the ‘nobleman Hayate,’ who was powerless but still shouldered responsibility. It was a mental world that had its potential buried as

‘This...?’