Overgeared

“A human? Hahat! You are too impatient! We said that we would see you tomorrow morning!”

A half-draconian, Heltavon, came after discovering the unexpected guest. He was extremely excited. A human was slaughtering monsters alone in the Chaos Mountains? It was natural to look forward to it.

‘I didn’t expect there to be a person soloing in such a remote place! It is interesting!’

The world had changed a lot while they were trapped in the imperial walls. It was worthwhile to throw away the frogs in the well who wanted to play with the empire to wander through the mountains.

Duguen!Duguen!

Heltavon’s heartbeat sped up. The blood of the evil dragon Bunhelier that flowed through his veins boiled hot. The innate aggressiveness of the half-draconians poured out. “Well, I don’t care if I fight tomorrow or not. I will start the fight straight away. Right?”

It was well known that the half-draconians were mountain dwellers. However, it was still a problem for them to be fully self-sufficient when it came to food, clothing, housing, and transportation. This was why the half-draconians had prepared an event for Duke Steim.

They planned to use Frontier as a supply base to stay in the Chaos Mountains for a while and engage in a frenzied struggle with the monsters. In front of the inhabitants of Frontier, they planned to slaughter the most powerful talent in order to dominate Frontier’s people and gain a tribute of food, clothing, and especially alcohol. The most important thing to Heltavon wasn’t the plan but the pleasure of the moment. He was just pushing forward the event that was scheduled for tomorrow.

“Hahahat! Let’s give it a try!” Heltavon yelled with a laugh and fired a Breath.

The dizzying blizzard was dispersed by the black ray of light. The black-haired man standing in the center of the open landscape was clearly captured in Heltavon’s vision. At this moment...

‘What?’

Heltavon’s mood became strange. His excited heart calmed down a bit. It was the first time he had ever calmed down in front of an opponent.

‘It was a mistake.’

Heltavon shook off his distracted thoughts. The Breath he shot was already reaching the chest of the black-haired human. Then—

“Revolve.”

Grid hit it back easily. Heltavon was flying forward to attack only to become perplexed as the human reflected his Breath.

‘Isn’t he quite good?’

Heltavon’s body became stiff for a moment as he blocked the reflected Breath. However, his eyes didn’t stop moving as he pursued the human’s movements.

‘Pretty fast?’

Heltavon didn’t avoid the attack of the human who appeared from the side. The sharp cuts or stabs didn’t threaten his scales. At least, it had been like that so far. The single-digit Red Knights learned that even a sword full of aura couldn’t cut the scales of a half-draconian and switched to blunt weapons.

“...Kuock!”

Heltavon wanted to grasp the human only to let out a scream when his back was cut.

‘What?’

It was a strange pain. Heltavon examined his back with a shaky gaze. Blood spurted. The scales cut by the human’s sword fell onto the snow field.

“I was cut?’

Heltavon hurriedly spread out his wings. There was a strong gust of wind that shook the human. Heltavon didn’t miss this gap and raised his knee to hit the human’s side. It was a fast and sharp attack that the 5th Red Knight had barely responded to, yet the black-haired man grasped it with his hand. It was proof that he wasn’t inferior to Heltavon when it came to both strength and speed.

‘The level of the 2nd Knight?’

was calm and sober, just like the festival (duel) between his kind to determine their ‘rating.’ That’s right—Heltavon’s condition was the

stretched out. Sharp and hard claws emerged from Heltavon’s feet and brushed past Grid’s neck. The attack was only two centimeters deep but it cut Grid’s artery, dealing him the ‘bleeding’

“Hrmm...”

the attack and took the

“What?”

asking you whether you’re strong or

evil dragon Bunhelier and a human. This meant that the blood of a real dragon flowed through the bodies of the half-draconians. However, Grid

the half-draconians, unless they were classified as named. Still, it was a bit surprising. Heltavon was quite strong but he wasn’t named based on the color of

be a pain if he is

became overgeared, the odds of defeat were high if he fought against

need to

fight against the

to deal with rude invaders. If he had to go out personally whenever something happened, it would give a bad impression to the outside and wouldn’t be good for the morale of the

in the Overgeared Kingdom. The north had prevented the invasion of monsters for many years and were recognized as the elites of the Overgeared Kingdom. It had to be so. Grid wanted to use this chance to prove that the public awareness of the north was true by empowering Laden. He might not be confident

will all be ruined

don’t you know when you see it? I am strong

an envoy earlier in

is enough to send a low-grade warrior to be

half-draconian who will fight Frontier’s strongest tomorrow isn’t Helena but a low-grade

“Huhut, of course.”

to hear

you glad? Do you think you will win if you fight a low-grade

you are a low-grade warrior then I will

What a funny little kid! I haven’t revealed my skills

the

“...!”

front of him was surprisingly strong. He thought it would be hard for a low-grade warrior to win

there is someone stronger than this

Red Knights living in kingdoms other than the empire? The world had changed so much. It seemed that the empire had become a pushover without knowing

the past, they would’ve cut off the talented buds of other kingdoms in advance. Now they

tasted bad from the moment they started talking

is dangerous. I should suggest to Helena to change the list of envoys

Before that, naturally—

have to get rid

all torn and the scales that had only covered the vital parts of the body extended to all over the body. Soon after Heltavon was covered with scales, he spread his wings and gave off

this a

glanced at Heltavon’s hands and feet, which were large enough to remind him of the giant, Radwolf. Then Grid fired a Magic Missile first. The gust that occurred when Heltavon covered

‘It is conditional anti-magic.’

no need for Laden to worry about this. Laden was a

‘Then what about this?’

Shot. Once again, a gust came from Heltavon’s

anti-magic but

after covering himself with the wings, it seemed to cause an ‘immobile’ state for a

‘If so?’

use Kill. It was as expected. The attack speed of Kill was enough to respond to Heltavon’s agility. Heltavon, who was unable to move due wrapping his body with wings, couldn’t avoid it and

target has received

this a

single sword dances. The concept of defense itself was meaningless in front of it. Considering Grid’s attack power and the damage factor of Kill, the fact that it only caused 180,000 damage meant that the defense of the half-draconian’s scales

difficult for Laden, whose attack power is four times lower than mine, to break through the defenses of the