Overgeared

embered the combined attack which they had practiced countless times and flew toward the target the moment the curses were released.
Six sharp swords filled with corrupted sword energy flooded toward the man in black.
The black knights naturally thought that their swords would hit him.

“…!”

Yet the man moved at a speed that was difficult to follow with their eyes and avoided the attacks.
Then he drew a circle with his sword and cut all the black knights around him.

“Cough…!”

Unlike the Rebecca Church, it was hard for the Yatan Church to foster knights.
Divine magic had defensive spells which increased the physical ability of the caster in the initial stage, whereas early black magic often reduced physical abilities.
Compared to the paladins, the black knights had low defense and high attack power, but having high attack power was meaningless if the attacks couldn’t hit the target.

One sword strike, a second sword strike…

The black knights died every time Grid swung his Enlightenment Sword.
As the black magicians watched their colleagues suffer greatly, they felt extremely fearful and stood still like stone statues.

“Wave.” Grid released a sword technique the moment Blackening and Quick Movements ended.
Black waves of energy poured out in all directions, destroying the black magicians, the trees, and the rocks.
Grid cleared the surrounding area and finally glimpsed the Vatican.

“Irene!! Lord…!”

‘Please be safe.’

Grid summoned Overgeared Corn and rushed forward aggressively.

***

Sponsored Content

Damian’s shield and armor endured the fists that were striking it continuously, but the symbols of the pope—the silver armor and large shield—were being crushed.
Hill’s fists, that flew at a rate of 12 times per second, were definitely fast and powerful.
Pope Damian was almost like a cockroach with his defense magic, buff magic, and healing magic.
He had yet to die despite Hill hitting him with his attack of 12 fists per second for a few minutes.

“Persistent bastard!” Hill gritted his teeth.
Damian still had skills to use, but inwardly, he wasn’t feeling very good about this.
Honestly, Damian was frustrated.

‘Is it a skill?’

It was difficult to see the fists that Hill was wielding as a basic attack.
Whenever he swung his fists, he entered a super-armored state which resisted CC.
Hill punched 12 times per second, then there was a one-second gap.

‘No matter how I think about it, it seems like a skill.’

Damian raised his shield the moment the punches came flying.
As he took two steps back to offset the shockwave delivered through the shield, he was convinced Hill’s attack was a skill.

‘The moment it activates, super-armor is triggered.
The skill will hit 12 times, then there is a cooldown of one second…!’

It could be called a fraudulent skill.
Damian speculated that Hill had the greatest attack strength amongst Yatan’s Servants.

‘There is only one attack pattern, and it is very simple but…’

It wasn’t a form of attack that Damian could cope with.
12 fists were swung per second unconditionally, and they weren’t easy to defend or fight back against as the timing to counterattack was only a one-second gap.
Unfortunately for Pope Damian, he didn’t have a skill which dealt powerful damage in one blow.
He lacked attack power in exchange for a perfect balance and a large number of wide-area skills.
So, it was impossible for Damian to knock down Hill during the one-second gap.

‘The situation is bad.
This can’t continue.’

Damian couldn’t be tied up by Hill forever.
If he couldn’t defeat Hill, then it was better for him to help his allies or kill the black magicians.
However, who could deal with Hill except for him? Rebecca’s Daughters and the Red Knights were engaged in battle with the other Yatan’s Servants.

‘If I can’t tie up Hill, my allies will be slaughtered…’

In the end, would he have to keep fighting Hill? Despite being unable to hurt Hill, would Damian have to keep defending while watching his allies repel the enemies?

‘No! It isn’t a situation where I can rely on anyone else!’

Damian couldn’t ignore that the Overgeared forces protecting Queen Irene and Prince Lord were exhausted.
Unlike the Red Knights, the Overgeared troops had fought the enemies from the beginning and reached their limits.
They were in great danger while Damian was still tying up Hill, which meant Irene and Lord could die.
In the end, Damian had to choose.
He had to deal with HIll alone, but it didn’t necessarily have to take a long time.

Sponsored Content

‘I will try it.’

Damian recalled the combat method that Grid had shown during the National Competition.
He had hit harder in return for every hit received.
That’s right.
Damian planned to fight back instead of defending against Hill’s 12 punches.

‘My attack power is weaker, but I have to try.’

He would be hit by Hill, then he would strike back.
Damian adopted this new combat style straight away, swinging his shield instead of blocking the flying fists with spells or his shield.

“Puhahat! Stupid fool!” Hill laughed when he read Damian’s intentions.
Damian could only swing his sword 2–3 times per second, while Hill could punch 12 times per second.

“Two or three hits in comparison to 12 hits…? What does that mean? Puhahahat!”

Damian was using a heal? It was futile though as Hill had been hiding a hidden card!

“Strike harder! Adadadada!”

Hill had an attack power buff.
His fists suddenly turned red, and he started to deal twice the damage to Damian.
Damian’s healing skills couldn’t keep up.
“Kuk…!”

“Teacher Damian!”

“Your Holiness!”

It was a great crisis! The Rebecca members and royalty turned pale when they saw Pope Damian start to be pushed.
In particular, Lord was filled with deep frustration.
“I…! I wish I was an adult!”

Then he would’ve easily saved his mother from the crisis and would’ve helped Damian.
When would he become an adult? Lord clenched his small fists and tears filled his eyes.

“Pagma’s Swordsmanship.” A man dropped in through the broken ceiling of the banquet hall.

His target, Hill, scoffed, “Who is this bastard? Do you want to taste my fist too?”

Hill entered the super-armored state and aimed one, two, three…
twelve fists at the man.
His fists, which couldn’t be followed by eyes, aimed at the man’s face, chest, and sides.
It happened in just one second.

In that one second, the man…

“Link.”

He cut Hill 30 times per second in a much stronger manner!