Overgeared

“The opponent is a hydra! A hydra!”

The hydra wasn’t just a monster, it was believed to be created by Evil God Yatan and had a level of regeneration that made it impossible to kill and poison that even a god feared. There were all types of legends and myths about it and it was beyond transcendent.

“Will you fight against a monster that has become a mythical being through the accumulation of lore? You...! You!! Stop it and go back now!”

The hydra’s venom deals death to mortals but it brings eternal suffering to immortals. A long-forgotten god was poisoned by the hydra and it was so painful that he begged for death. He barely managed to die after thousands of years of hard work to be forgotten by humanity.

This was why Goldhit was having seizures. The hydra was even more sinister for immortals.

Braham whispered, “Do you know why the hydra doesn’t die?”

“...?”

“It was because it hasn’t met me.”

“...!”

Did he think he could get rid of a mythical being? It was an absurd delusion. Goldhit was looking at Braham with disbelief when she became shocked. A whirlwind of magic was rising around Braham. All the mana in here that had accumulated for eternity was responding to Braham’s Mana Drain.

“I’m the only one who can blow up all nine heads at the same time.”

He didn’t like it but Braham had to admit it—it was a fact that he had a high probability of losing if he confronted Sword Saint Muller. Braham’s honest analysis was that it was hard to resist the Sword Saint’s spirit with his image world, his infinite number of mana shields would be shredded by the Sword Saint’s sword energy, and it would be difficult to fight back properly when there was a gap between spells.

It was called compatible natures. Their nature was very important. This was why Braham was convinced that he had a thorough advantage when confronting the hydra.

“Look at this large-scale magic that shows not a single gap.”

The darkness behind Braham started to crack. The transcendent magic was breaking even something that couldn’t be destroyed.

‘I-Is this real?’ Goldhit’s eyes widened. Putting aside her wickedness, she was excited by the fact that she could actually see great magic. If she was honest, she had been more thrilled than angry when Braham’s Meteor destroyed the Tower of Eternity.

‘Legendary great magic that can destroy even a hydra!’

Ahh, she wanted to explore the pinnacle. Yes, this was a good thing. Since she became a lich and enjoyed eternal life, she should take this as an opportunity to pursue the pinnacle...

It was the moment when Goldhit abandoned despair and felt aspiration. The scales shining like a noctilucence stone filled their vision and a tearing sound resonated in their ears.

“Destruction.”

The legendary great magic was activated. The darkness was destroyed. Through the dark shards of glass, a monster with nine heads could be seen glowing red. A monster that led even a god to death... The nine heads were ripped off simultaneously and collapsed with a roar.

“...!”

The destructive power was more than the legend described. Goldhit was thrilled by the power of the great magic that was beyond her imagination while Braham laughed.

“Kukuk! Kuhahahahat!”

Hahahahahaha!

Hahahahahat!

His laughter echoed in the turbulent Abyss. At this moment, Braham was filled with excitement beyond what Goldhit felt. It was natural. He had eliminated the mythical presence with his own hands. It wasn’t something that the damn Pagma, Sword Saint Muller, the Undefeated King, and even Braham himself in his prime, was capable of.

in the Abyss, which had accumulated over eternity. Braham was able to exert powers that were beyond his prime. It was even superior to when he drained the mana from the Red Sea. It was the

admiration. She even reused the honorifics that she had omitted ever since she was unexpectedly

echoed in his ears. He could clearly feel

“...”

his physical condition and opened

a bit disappointing,” he muttered as he searched around him with mana. The mana that had filled this place for eternity had vanished. It was the aftermath of Braham absorbing the darkness and using it as a

of the ultimate strike that could never be accomplished again, Braham flew close to the hydra’s corpse. Poison was

“Hrmm.”

Goldhit was interested in the poison that didn’t lose

to die. Braham reached an unusual conclusion and threw Goldhit’s

“...!?”

only to once again be filled with despair. She shuddered as she started to fall into a pool of deadly poison and Braham

“P-Please...!”

matter how full of aspirations you are, it doesn’t matter

“Please!”

if the world perishes, you

“Shiiiiit!”

atrocious pain and indescribable in words. It spilled into Goldhit’s skin, her nerves, blood, bones, and brain in no time. Even so, she didn’t die. She couldn’t

with eyes full of resentment and begging, “This is revenge

“...?”

“Didn’t you eat Lilis?”

“...!”

glance that Lilis’ mana core, which

“...!!”

with your magic power or body.

been locked in Braham’s inner world, was revealed in front of Goldhit. This was Goldhit’s last hope and Braham shattered that hope. Lilis’ mana core attached to Goldhit’s was separated and destroyed. Lilis’ soul would’ve found

‘Stupid person.’

to his useless compassion. He clearly knew this child wasn’t talented enough to use enhanced magic but he still taught the child. Braham felt the hatred and sorrow in the child’s eyes resembled

strong but you didn’t change after all. You suffered

was a

as a teacher. You even took this son of

you are reborn, be my disciple again. Your life will be different. I will

covered by the hydra’s giant body. He felt a terrible demonic power from the left door and hundreds of millions of thoughts from the right door.

“...Kuek.”

capacity of Braham’s brain and emotions. It was greater than the pain of the

***

his good luck stat, his luck had improved but he would fall down at every important moment and break his nose. Thus, he was wondering if it would happen again this time. At the time when the crisis called Garam was

Red Phoenix Breath has been

was a

fall down when he recovered his spirit. He had no time to rest. He had to quickly resurrect the red phoenix and recreate the Ideal Longsword that he lost

felt for a while. The Cho king and his ministers had already been gathered in front of the smithy for an hour, waiting for Grid. It was just that they couldn’t approach due to

“Come in.”

poured in. Their appearance was miserable. Their faces were filled with anxiety and fear and they were covered with blood. Even the Cho king was in a disorderly

it is

“...”

king’s expression wasn’t bright. It might be for their future and time was running out, but his heart ached because he hurt his people

garden with nothing around it. It was an altar that the Cho king had set up while Grid was working. Grid didn’t delay. He took out the Red Phoenix Bow where the

Duguen!