Overgeared

“That’s it for today.”

“You too?”

“Me too.”

“You are senior warriors and you can’t even last for 10 minutes? Tsk, you fools.”

“Shut up. I’m fortunate not to be overwhelmed in 10 seconds.”

The lifespan of the half-draconians was 150 years. Their natural physical abilities were so excellent that they rarely died of illnesses or accidents. However, the half-draconians didn’t have a high population. It was barely maintained at 300 people for the past millennium. Was it because they killed each other at the festival (ranking competition) that ranked their kin?

No. It could be seen from the effect of the contract between Grid and Hao that the aggressiveness of the half-draconians was somewhat repressed among those of the same race. It was surprisingly rare for a festival to cause casualties. Even so, the reason for the small population of the half-draconians was simple.

Their breeding capacity was low. There were too many fetuses that died because they couldn’t bear the evil blood of Bunhelier flowing through the mother’s body. That’s right. 30 out of 300—the reason why Helena was chased by a small number of half-draconians, 10% of the population, was because they were faithful to the instincts of racial reproduction. Her unborn baby would resemble Helena and would be strong enough to handle Bunhelier’s blood.

“Can Helena set a new record today?”

“It won’t be easy... To increase the record, she has to enter a new realm. Such enlightenment is impossible in a day or two.”

“I hope she is patient and doesn’t overdo it.”

Juless, Zepiro, Caspar, Nabalt, and Helga—they were five out of only 20 senior warriors across the entire half-draconian race. Nevertheless, they failed to break through the beginning of the seventh ridge. If they worked together then they could easily break through but for half-draconians, fights should be done on their own. There was no concept of cooperation.

They looked at the top of the mountain in the distance. The sun seemed to explode. Every time a red light flashed in the gray sky, there was the faint sound of an explosion through the blizzard. By now, hell would’ve unfolded on the field. Half of the high peaks would’ve been smashed and Helena would be the only living creature on the land.

Duguen, duguen, dugeun.

The hearts of the senior warriors thumped. They imagined Helena slaughtering the top monsters and their trust and affection toward her were infinitely large. They wanted to pair up with Helena no matter what. They wanted to be picked by her to father her child and carve their mark on the world.

‘...I have to be strong.’

This wasn’t the time to be absent-minded. They needed to fight, gain experience, and build up their skills on the sixth ridge.

‘I haven’t had a drink for a long time.’

It was around the time for Jad to come back. He said he would come back with 100 wagons of alcohol so their mouths were already watering. The five senior warriors wiped the saliva that flowed at the thought of the man-made alcohol. They waited for the wagon procession at the beginning of the sixth ridge. More than an hour passed and they felt a bit anxious because they couldn’t see any signs of the procession.

“Did they get delayed by monsters?”

“What are you talking about? 15 low-grade and five intermediate warriors were sent to the third ridge to escort the procession. How could they be delayed by monsters?”

slowed

avoid the sanju.

is better to go

forward. He was reminded of the weakness of the human race. There were only a handful of strong humans such as the grandmaster, the dukes, and the single-digit Red Knights. Most humans were infinitely weak so it was highly likely

fight while protecting the

wagons might be lost. He didn’t want this to

glide down. He moved in an instant from the summit of the sixth ridge to the middle of the fifth ridge and examined the traces in his surroundings, but the white snow was clean without any traces. There were no human footprints, let

only on the

investigating the traces, Caspar flew to the top of the fifth ridge and spread open his wings again. He waited for the proper wind direction and descended toward the

“......”

was only infested with miscellaneous monsters. It was strange. After dealing with the sacrifice sent by Frontier, they needed to order the lord to collect the wine, food, and clothing and prepare

event take that

rule out the possibility that the sacrificial lamb sent by Frontier had unexpected skills. Didn’t Helena always tell them?

Undefeated King. It wouldn’t be strange if it takes longer than

record of the Undefeated King, the person who confounded the empire a long time ago. Nevertheless, he didn’t take into account the loss of his kin. His assessment was that there were too many exaggerations in Madra’s record. It was natural. What idiot in

moths and passed the summit of the fourth ridge

“...!”

more spectacular thing was the fact that the volume of the snowballs was growing every minute.

“Bah!”

He got motion sickness from the shaking scenery. The snowballs that grew to over 10 meters in volume passed just by the

“Kuoock...!”

stopped as he floated in the sky. Hundreds of snowballs fell from the top to the

it aimed

Anxiety rose in Caspar’s heart as he looked at the top of the tranquil mountain. Did Jad’s party get hit in Frontier? Did the humans deliberately

even consider that this was a man-made situation. The sanju existed on each ridge. They were monsters that

long procession of wagons might’ve caught the attention of the

at the mountain ridge. Thus, they memorized the location of the sanju’s lairs and avoided these places

of the sanju. Jad’s group would’ve led the procession to avoid the lairs of the sanju but the

would

in ancient myths. They were weak compared to the hydra but they were strong and difficult to deal with

noise and a sanju fell down from the top of the mountain. It

‘What?’

frightened when he met the red and furious eyes of the falling sanju. He never dreamed that the sanju would leave its

“Dammit!”

all over his body as he prepared for the attack of the sanju. However,

“...!”

the gray fur of the sanju was completely dyed red and his eyes widened. The sanju’s fur was

‘What?’

decided they couldn’t harm the sanju and avoided them. Nevertheless, the sanju