Overgeared

His transcendent senses woke up from where they had been sleeping for a while and warned Grid. It happened the moment Grid was gulping...

Flash!

A huge spear of light appeared in the sky. It was Disintegrate. The identity of the spear that fell toward Helena’s head was the spell of the highest level that rarely appeared even in legends. For some reason, it was a technique that Braham had kept hidden.

‘As expected of Braham!’

It was an exquisite and deadly attack worthy of a legendary magician.

“...!”

Grid admired Braham’s attack and anticipated Helena’s death, only for his heart to sink. A shield of hard magic that spread around Helena blocked the spear of light. He could hear Braham clicking his tongue. “That enemy is under the protection of the dragon. The magic won’t work until you get rid of that protection.”

“Huh...? Again?!” Why didn’t magic work at every important moment? Grid felt resentment at Braham’s diminished power since becoming his teammate. He felt frustrated because he didn’t know about Braham slaughtering the yangbans at the expense of one arm.

Braham scoffed at the bewildered Grid. “You have to break her protection first if you want me to play an active part.”

Braham wasn’t bluffing—originally, the dragon species itself was the worst enemy for a magician and Helena was endlessly close to a dragon.

“Cough...”

Grid was reminded about how Braham merely ‘survived’ Fire Dragon Trauka and recognized the seriousness of the situation. Now it was time for Grid to play an active role, not Braham...

Grid hardened his determination while recalling his battle with Teruchan. The peak person of a species received tremendous level benefits. Since the half-draconians appeared much later than the Twilight Orcs, Helena’s level was clearly over the mid-500s.

‘It will be tough.’

Braham was the only person in Grid’s party who had achieved level 500. However, Braham was helpless against Helena. Those who could fight had to take into account the level difference. There would certainly be a gap due to the difference in awakenings. Additionally, Helena neutralized one or more of his teammates every time she fired a Breath and it would be a tougher fight than expected.

Indeed, Helena proved to be a formidable opponent and Mercedes was floating in the sky helplessly. She had been aiming for a pincer attack the moment Braham’s magic was launched. However, the magic didn’t play any role and she suffered a setback alone. She dropped to the ground with a bit of her health consumed. Grid confirmed her shield was crushed and tapped on it a few times with a hammer.

In exchange for repairing the equipment that had lost a significant drop in durability, Grid gained 0.002% experience and Mercedes’ shield became as good as new. Mercedes wiped away the blood on her mouth and stared at Helena with distinctive eyes.

Rather, it was Helena who was the agitated one. “You reacted to this?”

The half-draconian families named after Bun or Hel—among them, those who were qualified as the lords had two powers each: Bunhelier’s Curse and Bunhelier’s Blessing. The Bun family had the curse placed on their claws, allowing them to completely ignore the defense of the target while causing abnormal conditions. Meanwhile, the blessing allowed their wings to maintain the speed of the wind.

On the other hand, the Hel family’s curse was in their Breath, incapacitating the target. The blessing filled their scales with magic and allowed them to ignore the magic attack of the other party. It was hard to say which one was stronger as they each had different advantages. It was why the Bun and Hel families had been forced to cooperate for many years.

In fact, the Bun and Hel families were inseparable—it was only when the two families cooperated that the half-draconians became the strongest race. If Bun and Hel were together then the half-draconians would’ve easily eliminated the sanju who were resistant to their curses. They would be able to properly deal with Grid.

However, the current Helena was alone and she felt nervous. Grid and Piaro resisted some of her curses while Mercedes read and stopped her tail attack. Helena’s tension reached an all-time high as she alternated looking between the three people.

‘There are three legends. I might get killed this way.’

Duguen, dugeun, dugeun...

The concept of defeat and death was familiar to Helena. She was smiling. Perhaps this was her last battle. This was a blessing for half-draconians.

“...Okay, let’s have fun.”

Death was the fate of all living beings—since it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience she had to go through eventually, it was better to fight splendidly than to experience a meaningless peace. Helena’s entire body became covered with dark scales. A huge shadow cast by the long, outstretched wings covered the snowy field and it seemed like darkness had come to the world.

“Ohh, Helena!”

senior warriors fighting the 10 meritorious retainers were thrilled to see Helena in her transformed state. It had been decades since they had witnessed

“What...”

Yura trembled. A huge fear dominated them. It was

“Hahahat!”

started to fall down one by one and the momentum of the senior warriors rose. They, too, started to transform. It was a game-changer for the battlefield. The unsuspecting senior warriors, believing in their victory, approached the 10 meritorious retainers with a commanding

at

“Hell Summoning.”

reversed the space—she brought all the 10 meritorious retainers, including

evil

retainers were freed

are reduced

penalty caused their bodies to become heavy but it was the same

“This place...?”

eyes, a lava river, and hot earth that hurt their throats every time they swallowed. It was the worst environment that made the difficult to live in Chaos Mountains feel

were hot from the heat of hell. A magic bullet was fired and

“...Keok!”

A senior warrior was shot in the chest by a magic bullet and had his scales broken. Then he

your first time

embedded in the chest of the senior warrior. The senior warrior had already lost his scales due to Yura’s

companions were playing an

***

the momentum of the half-draconians rose and the battlefield

“...?”

her doubts only lasted a moment and she didn’t hesitate. She knew that if any of the

‘Rather, this is better.’

humans who wouldn’t stand by had also disappeared, making Helena feel relieved. Helena’s long tail unfolded as her eyes fixed on a man in a straw hat. Helena was most

would result from Piaro’s unknown behavior but

“...!”

Her attack on the man in the straw hat was once again blocked by a silver-haired

“You were the problem.”

a hedgehog’s spikes. Unlike the other half-draconians, she had several layers of scales and she could fire them like bullets at her target. The continuously fired scales suppressed

a chance. The Breath that was mixed in with the bombardment of scales neutralized Mercedes. No movements for five seconds—Mercedes was bound due to the irresistible curse and her eyes could only follow Helena as Helena flew toward Piaro who was still using a hoe. Her

Piaro wasn’t an easy target. He wasn’t ploughing

“Super Growth!”

had never been seen before in the Chaos Mountains rose in unison. The land Piaro was stepping on was

“Sweet Potato Battering!”

large uprooted plant and countered Helena. At the same

“Pounding Mortar!”

huge concentration of pure energy fell from the torn sky. He used a secret technique and his ultimate technique at the same time. Piaro developed agricultural techniques based on the Matchless Heart Technique and reached a new

“...!!”

being used to reproduce a god’s hammer caused her to feel strange, bewildered, and thrilled at the same time. For some reason, the belief that she could take another step forward if she won

“Dragon Blade!”

“...!”

“...!”

“...!”

stunned and raised their eyebrows. It was because they saw a destructive energy emerge from Helena’s claws to become like a blade. There was a creepy cutting sound and cracks soon covered the mortar. Piaro’s ultimate technique, which should’ve crushed

“......”

“......”

to offset or destroy it with an equal or greater attack power. Even so, Piaro was the pride of the Overgeared Kingdom. Pounding Mortar was his signature. The collapse of