Overgeared

Debirion, the god of hunting, was one of the numerous indigenous gods born from the myths. His status was considerably inferior when compared to Rebecca, Hexetia, and Zeratul. In the Saharan Empire, worshipping him was classified as heresy. He was an existence that was only at this level. Yet for Zibal, Debirion was an object of absolute faith.

“Grow!”

[Due to Debirion’s favor, PvE damage has greatly increased and experience gained has increased slightly.]

The passive effect was triggered as soon as he entered combat. This was the driving force that allowed Zibal to stay in second place in the past. Debirion’s Envoy was a class that specialized in hunting and growth, so Zibal was convinced he could surpass Kraugel the moment he got the class. It was just that it had obvious limitations in PvP. Thus, Zibal had been forced to switch to Sky Rider tearfully. The loss of gold to Grid in the National Competition’s raid event had also been decisive. The moment Zibal became a Sky Rider, he lost all class traits of Debirion’s Envoy.

Still, Debirion was a loving god. Rather than punish one of his few believers for leaving him, Debirion gave a blessing and allowed Zibal to perform excellent hunting skills. Any target that was classified as a monster, no matter the race, was forced to be helpless in front of Zibal.

“Increase!”

The function of the Golden Cudgel could be easily described. Grow or become smaller—that was it. However, its difficulty of use exceeded the highest level, and the Golden Cudgel was classified as the worst. The biggest problem was the recoil the moment the volume and weight increased.

[The skill ‘Lengthen’ has been used to the maximum!]

[The attack power of the +8 Golden Cudgel has increased significantly, and a critical hit will occur unconditionally. The critical damage is hit by three times.]

[The target has been destroyed!]

[The weapon you're using is very heavy. You can’t endure the strength.]

[The muscles in your right arm are torn, and the bones are broken!]

[You can’t move your right arm!]

“Kuek...!” Zibal’s eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth. His right arm, which was using the Golden Cudgel to smash the demons, turned black and twisted in a strange direction. Strength was lost from his fingertips. At this rate, he would let go of the Golden Cudgel and lose ownership. Due to this powerful constraint, Debirion’s Envoy couldn’t bring out all of the Golden Cudgel’s potential. However, it was different now.

“Pegasus!”

A horse that appeared in fantasies like the unicorn—it was one of the decisive things that led Zibal to become a Blue Sky Rider. The pegasus licked his right arm like it was familiar with this work from before. Then Zibal’s limply hanging right arm recovered quickly. It took him only two seconds to go through this whole process. As one of the most powerful people among two billion users, Zibal had control over the realm of time and felt senses returning to his fingertips. He immediately shouted, “Become smaller!”

The Golden Cudgel rapidly shortened like an elastic spring and returned to its original size.

“Kuhum...!” Zibal couldn’t handle the rebound of the Golden Cudgel and took a few steps back. He stopped when his back hit Raiders’ leg. Then he drank a potion and shouted to the soldiers on the wall, “Keep your formations!”

There were hundreds of demon species. They had a variety of races like monsters, and Berith’s army was the same. Some demons resembled insects, and others resembled beasts. The insect-like demons were small but swift enough to climb the walls in an instant. Meanwhile, the beast-like demons were large, massive and slow but they were durable. It wasn’t easy for Zibal to harm them with the Golden Cudgel. The surviving demons climbed the walls and shot fire or poison from their mouths at the soldiers.

“Waaaah!”

Zibal, were swallowed up by the flames and burned. Meanwhile, the soldiers hurling rocks below the walls were shocked when the guards escorting them disappeared without a trace. The ranks of the soldiers started to collapse, and the demons’ climbing speed increased. Even those who shrank back from Zibal’s attacks

demons that resembled flies. The flies shot out their saliva, and hundreds of thin needles that were hard to grasp with the naked eye flooded toward

“Protect the soldiers!”

The nobles who ignored the royal family that despaired at Berith’s march were Zibal’s former bosses and old comrades. They trusted Zibal when he was a beginner and gave him many quests that increased Zibal’s confidence and allowed him to live up to their trust. Without

“Don’t overdo it.”

the nobles behind him and smiled. He felt the passage of time. The nobles who reigned over players a few years ago now depended on players... The

handle the

Zibal on its back and soared into the sky. The demons coming over the walls entered

‘These guys.’

huge physique like a bear’s, were covered in gray fur, and had four faces on one head. Their appearance was bizarre, but they were very durable. Most of the arrows and rocks shot by the soldiers on the walls were blocked by their bodies, and they helped the other demons. They were tankers of hell.

“Grow!”

and the blood vessels in his right arm rose and burst. Still, Zibal endured the pain. His

simultaneously. The huge monsters didn’t die when Zibal hit them with the Golden Cudgel. Only their

guys

frankly upset. He felt frustrated at the sight of the demon army crossing the plains and climbing

really a used

for first in the rankings. He had endured much more frustrating situations than his current circumstances. Of course, there were many

not push the

certainty that he could drive away this swarm of evil demons. Still, he shouldn’t become frustrated. He had to keep fighting. It was time to go back

quickly exhausted as it healed him. In the end, the huge monsters at the forefront of the demon army collapsed one by one. The arrows fired by the soldiers on the walls finally

“Wahhhh!”

we believe

morale of the soldiers rose sharply. The complexion of the nobles dealing with the flies brightened. They had hope that they could protect

the other hand, Pegasus’ expression was pained. The tongue licking its master’s arm trembled. The

“Pant... Pant... Pant...”

was on the verge of exhaustion.

“Not yet... Not yet.”

demon army’s snipers. However, his vision kept blurring. This was the end. Eventually, Zibal’s gaze returned

break through the demons and

will of its master and turned its head with sadness. The moment it descended toward

think I will let

was a voice that he had heard over a hundred times

and will have