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.

who had been registered as a knight in preparation for this type of situation. However, there was no response. Reinhardt was currently suppressed by Zeratul's divinity. In order to enter or exit the area without Zeratul's permission, they needed a status close

tens of thousands of possibilities contained in their one step collide

you... are you conversing with that guy in front of

mess. Grid was only pushing the white peach into Biban's mouth, Hayate was talking to Grid who didn't answer, and

"Be quiet."

now?" 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 back to heaven, an insignificant person blocked his

all against Zeratul. She didn't just block the way. She

that he could only laugh. His emotions distorted once again.

suddenly came to

sword. His gaze and posture were as calm as usual as he spoke in a tone that had no fluctuations, like he was reading a textbook, "The battle between masters who have reached the

"Mercedes! Stay back!"

"Yes."

"Receive this divine punishment!"

point, it had gone beyond a mess. There was

Step.

heard Grid's order. Meanwhile, Zeratul swung

defeat a master of the same level—" Hayate was still

felt Biban's throat slightly move

couldn't retreat and

to focus on Biban, Mercedes dared to block the path of the martial god, Hayate was obsessed

it seemed on the outside, they weren't acting because they were swept away by their mood or the atmosphere. They were setting the most reasonable priorities and acting accordingly. It was called higher cognitive ability. Everyone here was naturally equipped with the ability due to accumulating experience or

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

can hold on long enough.' Mercedes was a legend. She wouldn't die easily. Furthermore, she had Keen Insight. She knew she could hold out against Zeratul for at least seven seconds and within that time, she could receive

the ending. He focused on Biban because he judged that he would only

'Hayate will come.'

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

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.

present at the scene couldn't detect Zeratul's movements at all. They just felt a

"Be overwhelming."

Indeed.

it felt like he was nagging all alone. Still, it was good. If Zeratul could deal a blow

"You need destructive power."

and

a deep wound from 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 pouring out and

"......"

"......"

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

it? Did you study

"...Huh?"

followed the question. Just now, Hayate showed how 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

who defeated him, naturally achieved a mythical feat. So how could he be