Overgeared, p.389
Overgeared, page 389
“Goodbye Noe.”
Regas smiled brightly, revealing his pure white teeth. Ignoring the blood and sweat, he stroked Noe gently and then used the last of his strength to throw Noe into the air. Noe escaped safely from the battlefield thanks to this. Then he found someone and shouted, “Master! Nyang!”
“Freely Move.”
The strongest skill attached to a title that allowed him to avoid all non-targeted skills until he reached his target. Grid instantly reached Regas’ side and muttered in an angry voice.
“Summon Knights. Faker, Vantner, Toon, Asmophel.”
“You! The bastard who killed my sister! Gridddd!”
White was attempting to attack Regas when she found Grid and switched targets. Grid faced her and spat out the name of the last knight.
“And Piaro.”
“…!!”
Pak!
Pa pa pa pa pak!
Five golden pillars fell around Grid. At the same time, a middle-aged man in dirty work clothing and a hand plow in his hands clashed with White.
Kuaaaaang!
“…Heok?”
A farmer suddenly appeared? How did he attack her vital spot?
“T-This disgrace…”
White clutched her forehead where it had been hit by the hand plow while feeling confusion and embarrassment. It might’ve been her weak spot, but the hand plow caused too much damage. The farmer approached White, this time pulling out…
A sickle.
“You, do you want to work with me in the fields? It will help you lose weight.”
“What nonsense are you saying?”
White shouted while nervously pulling out the hand plow stuck in her forehead, then attacked. It was an attack that concentrated her weight that was close to 200 kg, creating an enormous force. Even Regas couldn’t take this attack head on. But this wasn’t a big threat to Piaro. Lauel might call White sun-grade, but her level hadn’t reached that of the legendary farmer.
Puk!
White screamed as a sickle hit her this time instead of a hand plow.
Chapter 474
Chapter 474
“U… Ugh…”
She was attacked twice in the same place? It was also from a farmer!
“You, what is your identity?”
White had always prided herself on being the strongest player, so the farmer in front of her was a traumatic existence. It was too much to accept this from an ordinary farmer. But Piaro didn’t consider himself an ordinary farmer.
“I am a great farmer who serves Duke Grid.”
“Great…! Farmer!”
“That’s right.”
“Right… Eh? What? It just means a farmer in the end!”
“Is that so?”
‘This is nonsense! Is he crazy?’
Somehow, she felt like she shouldn’t face him. White stepped back from Piaro and suddenly recalled something while trying to get help from her colleagues.
‘The Seven Guilds invaded Reidan and were repelled by farmers.’
It was brief news. It was too absurd and White wasn’t interested in the Seven Guilds in the first place.
‘Thus, I couldn’t remember…’
Were the Seven Guilds really defeated by a farmer? Was the farmer in front of her a real farmer?
‘A farmer can be so strong?’
It was possible. Then there was a problem.
‘Are all of Reidan’s farmers this strong?’
Reidan. The territory that Grid controlled. If even a farmer was this strong, how much stronger were the soldiers?
‘It doesn’t make sense!’
At the time when White’s confusion was growing, Piaro invited her again.
“Plants seeds in the ground with me. You have enough talent. It will help you lose weight.”
White’s eyes widened.
“You should be glad to hear that you have a talent in farming!”
Then!
“I’ll kill you! Kill! Kill! Why are you calling a perfectly fine person a pig? Hey, Mister! Would you call me a pig if I was a man? You, right now, this is sexual harassment caused by gender discrimination! I’ll kill you!”
“Huh? I have never said you were a pig?”
Piaro made a puzzled expression. Sexual harassment caused by sexual discrimination? What did that mean? Piaro couldn’t understand what White was talking about.
White called out to her colleagues, “What are you doing? First of all, join me in killing this crazy old man… Heok?”
White was amazed as she belatedly looked around. This was because the large group of 1,000 people were being slaughtered by less than 20 enemies. In particular, the knights summoned by Grid were very active.
“Go if you can pass me! Puhahat!”
“Shit.”
“This is too hard! How can we get through this?”
Dozens of people were tied up by the bald Vantner.
“Kuhahahahat!”
“Aaaagh!”
“Kuak!”
Every time the person called Toon attacked, five or six of them were smashed.
“…”
“Heok…”
“Ugh…”
Every time Faker appeared without a sound, someone died without knowing why. Above all, there was a great man.
“Spark Sword.”
“Kyak!”
“Keook!”
He was an NPC called Asmophel. He swung his sword and the head of an ally fell off. He was like a knight-level NPC, but wasn’t Reidan a city where the farmers were strong? He was probably just a soldier.
“A soldier is so strong…!”
“…?” Asmophel doubted his ears when he was called a soldier.
“Eeit!”
There was no chance of winning. The Overgeared members were stronger than Blood Carnival. There were two overwhelming NPCs. A numerical advantage was nothing against these monsters. White determined this and flew towards Grid. She planned to take the enemy’s leader as a hostage and reverse the situation. Piaro caught up with her, but she expected that. White responded wisely.
“Rising Body Fat!”
[The amount of fat in your body has temporarily increased by 10 times.]
[Invalidates the enemy’s attack for this duration and can fly to any target within 10 meters.]
Puk!
“Huh?”
Piaro was amazed as he hit White in the back with a hand plow. It was because there was a hard sound instead of something behind hit. It was a subtle difference, but it was enough to give him a sense of heterogeneity. At the same time. The hand plow popped out of White’s back. Due to the elasticity generated, Piaro’s body was blown far away.
“Gridddd!”
There was nothing to fear now that the obstruction had gone. White ran like an angry boar towards Grid who killed her sister. She used the elasticity of the soles of her feet to lift up her bulging body, giving a sense fear rather than looking funny. But Grid didn’t shrink back.
‘Physical attacks bounce off?’
He looked at Piaro who had been blown away.
“God Hands. Use Magic Missile.”
Piing.
Piiing! Pipipipiping!
The four God Hands rose up behind Grid and continuously fired white flashes. Thanks to the Ring of Absurdity, it was possible to use Magic Missile more easily than before because the resource consumption was halved.
‘Magic Missile?’
The lowest grade magic wasn’t a threat to White. White made a scoffing noise…
Peng!
Pepepepeng!
“Uck…!”
White frowned every time she was hit by a white flash.
‘It hurts?’
It was natural for it to hurt. The power of Magic Missile (Enhanced) attached to the God Hands using the Water Clan King’s Tears reflected Grid’s intelligence! In addition, Magic Missile was now at level three. The level had risen again after his steady use in the National Competition.
Magic Missile (Enhanced) Lv. 3! It completely ignored the target’s magic resistance and dealt 120% of Grid’s intelligence as damage. Taking into account the 40 intelligence elixirs he took in the Behen Archipelago, it was 120% of 1,171 intelligence!
[You have suffered 2,576 damage.]
[You have suffered 2,576 damage.]
[You have suffered 2,576 damage.]
[You have suffered 2,576 damage.]
“Waaaaah!”
It was an absurd damage. White took a potion as she dropped above Grid’s head. But her massive body couldn’t reach Grid. Grid was already wearing Braham’s Boots and used Fly. The moment that she fell to the ground, he rose into the sky.
“Magic Missile. Magic Missile. Magic Missile. Magic Missile. Magic Missile.”
Pepeng!
Pepepepeok!
The four God Hands and Grid unleashed a magical bombardment. He made a hypothesis.
‘White specializes in physical resistance.’
Asura Regas competed against Damian in a full buff state and his offensive power caused even Grid to feel afraid. However, White easily won against him and she survived three attacks from Piaro. In particular, one of them bounced off. It meant that she had a strong defense and the ability to neutralize physical attacks.
“Then it’s a magical bombardment.”
Pepeng!
Pepepepeok!
“Kuaaaaak!”
Grid stayed in the sky with an emotionless face and fired five Magic Missiles every second. It was comparable to the existing magician rankers. It was an overwhelming force that blacksmiths shouldn’t be able to exert. In particular, this power was fatal to White, who was vulnerable to magic.
“You lousy bastard…! If you’re a man, come down and fight fairly!”
White shouted as she wore a few accessories that increased magic resistance.
Grid replied sarcastically, “Eh? I should fight fairly simply because I’m a man? Isn’t that completely sexist?”
‘What is this guy?’
Blood Carnival had a lot of bad people, spiteful people, and crazy people. But there was no one more obnoxious than Grid. He played for two consecutive years in the National Competition and was the leader of a great guild! White rushed forward again. She tried to reach Grid.
Of course, it wasn’t a wild rush. White was the strongest. She calculated the timing and trajectory of Grid’s Magic Missile and leapt using perfect timing.
At that moment.
“How dare you?”
The crazy farmer chased after her and swung his flail.
“Hit!”
“Kyaaak!”
White’s wrath soared as she was hit in the back by the flail.
“You cowardly wretch! 2 against 1?”
“How is it cowardly on a battlefield?”
Grid shrugged and laughed, but didn’t interfere with Piaro. Piaro faced White relatively alone. Was it to be fair? No. Grid was filled with a great desire to kill all of Blood Carnival’s third advancement users and obtain their items. That’s why he didn’t want to lose time with the relatively strong White.
“Piaro, the item that drops when she dies… No, give me all the loot.”
“Yes My Lord!”
The ‘she’ was obviously referring to White.
“Who will be the one who dies?”
Making fun of her? White used her ultimate move to overturn the situation.
“Fat Burning!”
Chiiiik!
Smoke started to emerge from the body that was over 200kg. It was the process of which White’s fat was burned.
“Hoh?”
“Wow.”
Piaro was interested and all the Overgeared members, including Grid, were astonished. It was because White’s fat body suddenly became like a model’s. She had long and slender arms and legs, a tight waist, a full ass, and large breasts. The face was an immense beauty. It was somewhat lacking compared to the world-class beauties like Yura and Jishuka, but she was still beautiful. It was like White won the lottery.
“Even Kraugel hasn’t seen this appearance of mine. Realize the honor.”
White confidently shouted and kicked towards Piaro. The power and torque behind the kick was tremendous.
‘Will he try to avoid it?’
In the blink of an eye. The moment that White was trying to predict Piaro’s response.
“Fated to Perish.”
Puk!
[You have died.]
“…?”
One blow from the hand plow. The Blood Carnival members and the soldiers fell into confusion at White’s death.
“Kill everyone and take their loot!”
Grid’s powerful command rang through the battlefield.
Chapter 475
Chapter 475
Had they ever been hunted? If someone asked them this, the Blood Carnival members would answer ‘NO.’ They had always reigned at the top of the food chain. At least, until yesterday.
“Pant… Pant…! What are these monsters?”
Blood Carnival’s Marty’s face was white with terror. He was afraid because he’d accumulated a lot of infamy and now met enemies stronger than him.
‘I have to somehow escape.’
The loss of items was more fearful than the experience loss. The items he currently possessed were so expensive that half the money he earned in the past half a year would be blown away.
“…Now!”
A boy swordsman called Ibellin. At this moment, the mercenaries hired for an expensive amount approached and Ibellin turned his gaze towards the arrow coming from the rear.
Syuok!
Marty accurately measured the timing and threw the bomb. It was a homemade bomb and its power was greater than single-target A-grade magic. Marty had raised his passive skill ‘Intermediate Bomb Throwing’ to level 9, so the throwing speed and accuracy of the bomb were excellent.
Peeeeeong!
The bomb exploded where Ibellin was standing. The power of the explosion couldn’t be ignored. Beyond the transparent wall surrounding Siren, the waves surged.
‘Perfect!’
He did it properly. Ibellin would definitely fall into a stunned state from this damage.
‘Should I finish it off?’ Marty thought about it for a moment. ‘I shouldn’t waste time catching a kid.’
Wasting time meant he could be targeted by other Overgeared members. Marty decided to flee and had only taken two steps.
“It hurts. Don’t you have a great deal of attack power?”
Ibellin’s voice was heard from right next to him.
‘This bastard…!’
He resisted the stunned state from the bomb and instantly caught up with Marty? Marty observed the accessories Ibellin was wearing and spat out a small bomb that had been inserted between his molars. It was a bomb the size of a bean. It was accurately shot at Ibellin’s’ face. But before it hit.
Puok!
Ibellin’s flamberge was faster as it pierced Marty’s brow.
“Kuk…! Shit!”
Marty was vulnerable before approaching. He was going to die like this.
‘But I won’t die alone!’ Marty smiled with satisfaction. ‘The bomb I spat will soon approach… What?’
Marty’s expression twisted. The small bomb that he launched earlier. He witnessed it split in half on the ground.
‘He stabbed me at the same time as cutting the bomb in half?’
Puk! Puk puk!
Ibellin’s flamberge pierced Marty again. Marty felt terrible pain as he cried out.
“This kid…! You’re only playing games without attending school! Why is your control so good…? Cough! Cough!”
“Ah really. Don’t you know that kids are originally good at playing games? And I’m now 18 years old.”
Ibellin lightly slashed Marty’s neck. Once Marty died, Ibellin checked the details of the paper he dropped and scratched his head.
“Unique rated bomb recipe… This is fairly expensive… Hrmm… I will give it to the alchemy facility.”
A boy with the aspiration to go beyond Kraugel and become the ultimate swordsman. He was one of the 10 Rookies and was growing steadily. It was as a member of Overgeared.
***
“Hey, does this make sense?”
Knox’s face was blank as he looked at the battlefield. The mercenaries that he hired were nothing more than sandbags in front of the Overgeared members.
“Why are the numbers like this?”
The army of 1,000 had decreased to less than 700. Scott explained to the bewildered Knox, “Katz is present. At least 100 people died because of him.”
“Katz? Blood Warrior?”
“Yes.”
“Why is he here?”
“It seems like he’s joined Overgeared.”
“Hah… Scary, scary.”
It was difficult to predict the scale that Overgeared would grow to. In particular, the power of the rumored farmer was beyond imagination. There was also the NPC called Asmophel.
“Wouldn’t it be better to talk to Master and persuade him to step on them early? It will be hard to keep them in check later.”
“Brother doesn’t want that. Guild wars are a form of extreme warfare, so it is more efficient to conquer NPCs and tax them.
“Right… As the Overgeared Guild is growing stronger, so are we. Well, we don’t have to be scared. Obtaining named NPCs is becoming a trend.”
“Yes, a farmer is a peasant without much room to grow. We don’t need to fret. Once the scale of the fight expands to a war, we will be victorious.”
Scott and Knox. They were people who served Ares, the ruler of the battlefield who was aiming at becoming the ‘emperor.’ The reason why they accompanied Blood Carnival was to keep a close eye on the rumored White and Black sisters.
“Now that we’re well aware of their skills, they no longer matter. We should go back to Brother now.”
“Wait. Can’t we fight a few members of Overgeared? I’d like to fight that person called Faker.”
“Grid, Piaro, and Asmophel. The three of them are dangerous. We should get out while we can. It’s possible that the person called Lauel can block all paths of retreat.”
“Keok, I understand.”
Scott and Knox hastened to leave. They suppressed the water clan soldiers who tried to block them, but didn’t kill any. Meaningless killing wasn’t the path they pursued.
