‘This is the third phase... I hope it is the last phase.’ 

Grid had no intention of dragging out the raid. The penalties of hell had disappeared after meeting Pagma’s soul and writing the epic, but his endurance was lacking compared to Marchosias. Since ancient times, the advantage of a defensive type monster was its near infinite endurance. This was hell and Marchosias was a great demon. The assumption that someone who continued to be supplied with demonic energy would become exhausted couldn’t be established unless the person was an idiot. 

‘I need to force a conclusion before I collapse from exhaustion.’

Grid sought to speed up the fight. Most of his skills, including magic and the sword dances, as well as his items and title effects, were poured out from the beginning of the raid. However, divinity and the five fusion sword dances were left behind as a trump card. 

In other words, he pushed the 29th great demon into a crisis without the need for divinity or the five fusion sword dances. An opponent who was weaker than Beleth in the human world—Grid still had some room. Of course, he didn’t intend to be careless. The reason Marchosias was relatively...