Overgeared

e fragments swirling in it contained a powerful will in each of them.
It was killing intent toward Zeratul.

“Child.” 

From the moment that Biban appeared to now. 

Zeratul, who was standing with his hands behind his back and staring at Biban, opened his mouth for the first time. 

“I really cherish combat talent.
I watched you from the day you first held the sword to the moment you reached the peak of the sword.
Look back.
You must’ve felt my warmth.” 

There were no scratches on Zeratul’s body as he talked at will. 

The red-colored fighting energy surrounding him was pushing away all of Biban’s Heart Sword. 

“How dare you forget my favor and point your sword at me?” 

“Why are you saying that now? How do I know whether or not you have been watching me when you haven’t told me?” 

“……”

“Ohu, I get it now.
You were the devil who tried to seduce and corrupt me onto the easy path whenever I was distressed at being blocked by a wall.
Are you crazy? How shameless are you to disguise that ugly past as a favor?” 

“Aren’t you who you are now because you overcame the trials I gave you?” 

“It is sophistry.
Don’t expect respect.
You don’t deserve to be called a god judging by your current actions.” 

Many people were dying due to the demon invasion. 

At this time, the martial god who came to the human world didn’t help the people.
Instead, he invaded the Overgeared Kingdom and tried to hurt its ruler, Grid. 

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It was a far cry from the gods that people believed in and hoped for. 

Zeratul read Biban’s inner thoughts and laughed. 

“Child, you are greatly mistaken.
A while ago, I saved 230,927 humans.
In response to their prayers before an unjust death due to helplessness, I came to the human world.
I manifested in their dreams and gave them strength and opportunities.
I saved 230,,927 lives.
Isn’t it too much to deny me like this?” 

The curtain of sword energy was Biban’s mental world. 

It was safe to say it was Biban’s mind itself. 

No matter whether he wanted it or not, Biban was communicating with Zeratul.
He read Zeratul’s heart and learned there were no lies in the claim. 

Martial God Zeratul responded to people’s prayers the moment he descended to the human world. 

The lives of 230,927 people who were swept away in the war were saved and he gave them strength according to their wishes. 

It was true but this made Biban feel a greater disgust. 

“You…
You gave them your secret techniques.
You made them worship you only in pursuit of a dream that will never come true.” 

The followers of the martial god. 

They were different from common humans. 

They didn’t know who they were. 

They forgot their original lives completely and just wandered around searching for the martial god’s secret techniques for the rest of their lives. 

It was never a noble act. 

It was nothing more than a distorted faith that strengthened Zeratul hy increasing his name and merit. 

“How can you call it salvation?” 

“I gave strength to those who wanted it.
I instilled hope that they can get greater strength so they can live forever.
If this isn’t salvation then what is salvation?” 

“Really…
You truly believe that, you bastard.” 

Biban pulled out a weapon. 

It was a short and narrow dagger.
It was what he used when removing the skin of a beast. 

Of course, Biban was the Sword Saint so even his bare hands could be treated as a sword. 

However, the opponent was the martial god. 

A frail dagger meant he had to regretfully get close. 

Still, what could he do? 

It was unavoidable since the sword he originally used was broken in the spar against Grid. 

“I don’t acknowledge you as a god when you can’t sympathize with humans and even distort their wishes.
I also deny Goddess Rebecca, who gave birth to a monster like you.” 

This world was too harsh on humans. 

Dragons. 

Absolute beings who could destroy hundreds of thousands of human beings just by breathing. 

They were merely beasts obsessed with their instincts and desires. 

It wasn’t strange for them to wipe out humans suddenly depending on their mood. 

The gods didn’t care for the humans living in such a dangerous world. 

Biban couldn’t help crying. 

People were pitiful. 

Thus, he swung his weapon. 

His dagger contained a powerful will to cut down the irrationality of the world and the monsters that gave birth to that irrationality. 

Blood gushed from Zeratul’s chest. 

 The red-colored fighting energy, which hadn’t been penetrated by the countless blades, split in half. 

A hole also pierced Biban’s stomach. 

“Stupid.
No matter how much you deny it, I am a god.
Do you believe that humans can harm a god?” 

Zeratul’s wound was already recovering as he looked at the collapsing Biban. 

On the other hand, Biban’s focus became blurry. 

“……?” 

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Zeratul stepped forward to try and destroy Biban’s heart, only to pause. 

It was because he felt his presence fading. 

He had used the power of the humans’ desires to come to the human world and secured time by fulfilling their wishes, but before he knew it, the time was approaching to return. 

“It has already been five minutes? This guy, don’t tell me you planned this from the beginning?” 

He didn’t stop the passage of time by cutting through time and space, but instead twisted and accelerated it?

The enlightened Zeratul frowned. 

He hurried to kill Biban and destroy the Overgeared Kingdom. 

He should achieve his goal of descending to the ground. 

Zeratul’s hand pierced Biban’s heart

Biban’s dagger also pierced Zeratul’s heart. 

However, both had an obvious difference. 

Zeratul’s facial expression didn’t even change while Biban stopped moving.
He lost the light in his eyes and his head lowered weakly. 

Just then, the curtain of sword energy was shattered and scattered. 

 Unfortunately for Zeratul, it was due to an external phenomenon. 

“500,000 Army Annihilation Sword.” 

Just one strike. 

The strike that was performed with the Falling Moon Sword shattered Zeratul’s fighting energy and cut his wrist. 

Zeratul was already moving in front of Grid. 

The moment his wrist was cut, he moved to minimize damage and attack Grid. 

The hand that was filled with concentrated sharpness touched Grid’s neck. 

It pierced him. 

Grid felt terrible pain but he gave up on defending or counterattacking. 

He stared at Biban and used Shunpo. 

Grid’s throat was torn and scattered blood. 

Grid swallowed down a groan.
He held Biban in his arms and hurriedly pulled out the white peach.
It was the ‘perfect recovery item’ obtained from the Peach Blossom Spring.
A person could only take it once in their lifetime. 

It happened the moment Grid tried to pass it to Biban’s mouth.

“What are you doing in front of me?” 

Zeratul showed an absurd reaction and lowered his heel toward the top of Grid’s head. 

Mercedes, Sariel, Piaro, Asmophel, the God Hands transformed into magic machines, Noe and Randy. 

He allowed direct attacks from them and the knights but persisted in only pursuing Grid. 

It was because Zeratul had no time. 

Since this happened anyway, he was determined to at least take away Biban’s life. 

A chill went down Grid’s spin as he sensed the impact heading toward the top of his head. 

Nevertheless, he didn’t avoid it and acted firmly.
He shoved the white peach into Biban’s mouth. 

He was prepared for a great sacrifice. 

Before the full-fledged battle, he wanted to protect this close relationship even though he knew that his odds of winning would be greatly reduced if he was seriously injured. 

However, his determination was meaningless. 

Zeratul’s attack failed to reach Grid and he was bounced away. 

“If you’re done with that, step back.” 

The low voice was so calm and clear that it didn’t match this urgent situation.
There was an aristocratic dignity to it. 

It was a powerful voice that flustered Martial God Zeratul, who was swept away by his emotions against humans. 

“Hayate…” 

The ultimate transcendent. 

One side of the absolute.

Hayate, the dragon killer that even Zeratul found difficult to treat indifferently.
He descended and protected Grid’s side.