“If you are immortal by overcoming death, I am immortal because I can’t die.” 

A declaration of invincibility—it was beyond arrogance. It was a statement that even the humans who believed in and followed Grid would accept as absurd. However, Baal intuitively sensed it wasn’t a lie. 

In fact, there was something that had been making him slightly uncomfortable since the beginning. 

Armor made by waving the scales of the Fire Dragon like threads—Grid and Hexetia’s knowledge and skills were integrated, and it activated the absolute defense by default. The power of the attack was inevitably weakened in the process of penetrating it. It also had a remarkable elasticity. No matter what form of attack, it would absorb a significant amount of the shock. At best, it overshadowed the information and experience that Baal’s fragments had gained. 

The demon sword and nails that should’ve torn, pierced, and smashed the dragon armor weren’t working properly. Of course, he initially judged that it wasn’t a big problem. The current Baal had made tremendous progress after predicting that Grid would challenge him again and acquired all types of techniques. 

In particular, Baal had focused on the powers and skills of those...