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.

this type of situation. However, there was no response. Reinhardt was currently suppressed

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

you... are you conversing with that

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

"Be quiet."

left now. Just as he was about to attack Hayate

She had experienced Zeratul's overwhelming combat prowess not long ago, but she was unusually 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

so dumbfounded that he could only laugh. His emotions distorted once

came

fluctuations,

"Mercedes! Stay back!"

"Yes."

"Receive this divine punishment!"

it had gone beyond a mess. There was no

Step.

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

master of the same

felt Biban's throat slightly move and caught a glimpse

and tried to fight back against

continued to focus on Biban, Mercedes dared to block the path of the martial god, Hayate was obsessed with teaching, and Zeratul's goal

atmosphere. They were setting the most reasonable priorities and acting accordingly. It was called higher cognitive ability. Everyone here was

separately because their roles were different. There wasn't a single person who couldn't figure

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

die.' Grid also knew the ending. He focused on Biban because

'Hayate will come.'

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

immediately injected sword energy into the pieces of shatter armor and used them as a weapon, there wouldn't have been any blood flowing from Zeratul's cheeks. It was impossible to follow his movements even

saw it. Apart from a few people, those present at the scene couldn't detect Zeratul's movements at all. They just felt a light

"Be overwhelming."

Indeed.

was because Hayate was right in front of him. Hayate said he wanted to teach Grid, but it felt like he was

"You need destructive power."

he and Zeratul clashed. Hayate

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

"......"

"......"

white peach to the ground. Hayate burned the

about it? Did

"...Huh?"

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. He might just be a copy of Chiyou, but he couldn't be denied. Not achieving the Trinity or losing strength after being in the human world for a certain amount

achieved a mythical feat. So how could he be