Overgeared

Gods were close to a concept. They existed in worship and didn't disappear unless forgotten. It was safe to say that there was no physical way to kill them. This didn't mean that they were invincible.

"Hayate..." Zeratul felt enough of a threat.

A dragon slayer—Hayate made an accomplishment that wasn't lacking compared to the gods. The decisive reason was that the gods of Asgard and dragons didn't fight, but it was impossible to disparage Hayate's achievements.

A world that had been repeated infinitely for eternity—throughout all those times and worlds, Hayate was the only person who killed a dragon by himself. It was supported by coincidence and luck, but it was still the final result. An irregular among irregulars, Hayate was one of the targets Asgard was most vigilant about.

'Why is he standing in front of these people?'

Was he trying to save Biban, a fellow tower association member? No, it couldn't be. The lives of the tower members were like worthless things. From the moment they decided to fight against dragons, it wasn't strange for their lives to disappear. Therefore, they tried their best to be generous about each other's life or death.

Hayate was even reluctant to leave the tower. He knew that his traces stimulated the dragons.

'He would've stepped forward earlier if he wanted to save Biban.'

Hayate didn't appear during Biban's crisis. There was only one conclusion that Zeratul could reach.

'Does he want to help Grid?'

Zeratul's heated blood cooled down as he thought up to here. Grid had gained strength and grew thanks to the mercy and grace that Rebecca had shown. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the blessings of the three gods had made him who he was today. Yet he betrayed Rebecca.

He looked down on Asgard, such as arbitrarily calling himself a god and suppressing the Rebecca Church. He was an ungrateful guy and it wasn't enough to be torn to death. Yet rather than being punished by heaven, he was living well. He was even protected by Chiyou and Hayate, the two existences to be wary of.

Zeratul was overcome with great anger and hatred. It was unpleasant. He never imagined that his great self would shamefully feel such low-grade emotions.

"...You want me to step back? Hayate, you dare to command the god you should worship? You are too arrogant."

Zeratul's emotions were distorted. The anger and hatred toward Grid were turned to Hayate. It couldn't be helped. Hayate was protecting Grid. In order to pour out these unpleasant emotions onto Grid, he inevitably had to collide with Hayate.

Hayate read Zeratul's momentum and folded his sleeves. He was preparing his clothes so they didn't get dirty. During the time when Hayate was human, society was much more secular than it was now. The nobles were forced to be lordly and Hayate was a noble to his bones. The evidence was that the tower was built to practice noblesse oblige.

"The longer I live, the more I sympathize with you. It might be too harsh on you, who isn't much different from humans emotionally, to be given the time of eternity. Zeratul, does the goddess look at you with tranquil eyes? Perhaps there is compassion in them."

"It is a petty provocation," Zeratul replied like it was trivial. However, his eyes were trembling slightly. He was inwardly flustered. He might simply be angry.

"Swallow it. Come on, swallow." Meanwhile, Grid was still holding Biban in his arms. His fingers trembled as he pushed the white peach into Biban's mouth. Fortunately, the white peach was a very soft and juicy fruit. It was like a lump of sweet water, so the juice flowed down his throat little by little, even though Biban couldn't chew.

Even so, his color didn't return. The eyes that had lost their light and become dim still didn't move. Perhaps...

Grid thought of the worst scenario. What if... what if Biban had already eaten a white peach?

"Sehee. I need to call Sehee..."

"Did you notice why the battle between Biban and Zeratul ended so quickly?" Hayate asked a question to the panicked Grid.

to answer. He was busy shouting his sister's name to summon Ruby, who had been registered as a knight in preparation for this type of situation.

honed their skills to the utmost limit. The moment that the tens of thousands of possibilities contained in their one step collide with each other,

are you conversing with that guy

Biban's mouth, Hayate was talking to Grid who didn't answer, and Zeratul

"Be quiet."

During the uproar, Zeratul found something ridiculous. He didn't have much time left now. Just as he was about to attack Hayate before going

calm. She wasn't intimidated at all against Zeratul. She didn't just block the way. She was also glaring fiercely with killing intent. "Don't disturb My Liege and

and he was so dumbfounded that he

suddenly came

and posture were as calm as usual as he spoke in a tone that had no fluctuations, like he was reading

"Mercedes! Stay back!"

"Yes."

"Receive this divine punishment!"

a mess. There was no sense of

Step.

moment she heard Grid's order. Meanwhile, Zeratul swung

words, in order to defeat a master of the same level—" Hayate was

felt Biban's throat slightly move and caught a glimpse

couldn't retreat and tried to fight back

this was because they were too excellent. Grid continued to focus on Biban, Mercedes dared to block the path of the martial god, Hayate was obsessed with teaching, and Zeratul's goal

acting because they were swept away by their mood or the atmosphere. They were setting the most reasonable priorities and acting accordingly.

because their roles were different. There wasn't a

easily. Furthermore, she had Keen Insight. She knew she could hold out against Zeratul for at least seven seconds and within

on Biban because he judged that he would

'Hayate will come.'

had continued to adjust his goal, once again identified and prepared for the situation in real time. He tore off Mercedes' shield with his left hand while grabbing Mercedes' sword with his right hand. He slammed his shoulder into Mercedes' chest and bent down while putting his toes in his field of view. His body that was curled up below Mercedes contained extreme elasticity. The moment he straightened his knees, he shot

of sound.' If Mercedes hadn't immediately injected sword energy into the pieces of shatter armor and used them as a weapon, there wouldn't have been any blood flowing

few people, those present at the scene couldn't detect Zeratul's movements at all. They just

"Be overwhelming."

Indeed.

It was because Hayate was right in front of him. Hayate said he wanted to teach Grid, but it felt like he was nagging all alone. Still, it was good. If Zeratul could deal a blow before

"You need destructive power."

when he and Zeratul clashed. Hayate

to his pelvis, but the only absolute in this world couldn't die from this much. He recovered his internal organs

"......"

"......"

dropped the precious white peach to the ground. Hayate burned the blood staining his sword with

Did you study

"...Huh?"

to defeat a god even if he couldn't kill a god. It was almost impossible to guess what it was like for the martial god, who was supposed to be invincible, to be defeated and to lose. Yes, Zeratul was the martial god.

mythical feat. So how could he be talking so