Overgeared

[The target has received 1,507,344,962 damage.]

[This is an unbelievable achievement...!]

[The heavenly gods are whispering after reading the pain on Cranbel’s face.]

[Martial God Zeratul’s momentum has increased. He is insisting that the agreement with the dragons should be discussed again.]

One blow was properly dealt.

The ultimate transcendent species or the absolute species—he caused significant damage to the world’s most powerful creature that had reigned supreme.

Grid’s heart was relieved. Zeratul’s reaction was a bit unpleasant, but it felt like the decade of congestion from frustration was going down. At the same time, new anxiety occurred. The power of the Breath exceeded expectations. The power of the Breath was 1.5 billion even with his stats halved. It was excessive considering the effect of Revolve Dragon Drop Pinnacle Kill, which amplified the damage of the counterattack as much as possible.

A dragon’s defense would far surpass Grid’s defense. He had thought it would be cool if he could deal damage in the tens of millions...

‘Doesn’t it mean it is directly over if I am hit by that one blow?’

Grid’s fall, which had been going on for a while, stopped. His skin flaps seemed to flip. It was close to a random jerking of his body. It was due to the ignorantly strong pressure. Grid’s body was being sucked deep into the collapsed underground. The legendary and myth rated items on his body were helpless. The physical phenomenon created by the law of the Dragon Words meant that Overgeared God Grid couldn’t leave Cranbel’s space. He immediately fell after Cranbel who fell earlier.

“Keuk...!”

The cross section of the desert—all types of strata, the product of history built up in the days when it wasn’t a desert, complicated Grid’s vision. The deeper he fell, the more Grid learned about the feel and color of the various strata. He vaguely guessed what type of ecosystem the ancient Reidan would have. It felt like he was studying something that wasn’t in his destiny.

This was until a little while ago.

“......?!”

Grid’s field of view was reversed. His body quickly moved away from the end of the underground space that he had reached. Soon, his vision turned blue. He was seeing the sky. A silver dragon was looking down at Grid.

‘Teleport.’

Grid realized that his position was worse than he thought. He became aware that he could die from exhaustion while only chasing after Cranbel’s tail in the battle.

‘Dragon Words is crazy.’

He realized why dragons were so invincible. Grid couldn’t help letting out a bitter laugh when he realized the power of Dragon Words

[Your status is higher than I thought.]

Cranbel opened his mouth. The blood flowing from his forehead was nothing special. It was red, like human blood. Some of the transparent scales were stained red and this caused him to overlap with Ifrit’s appearance.

[I didn’t know you would disobey Dragon Words.]

“......?”

let it enter one ear and out the other. He put aside the sad memories that came

extent. The situation was much worse now that his stats had halved, but he managed to

his body that was being dragged to the maximum and unfolded the strides

──!

collisions. Subsequently, the spreading remnants of his divinity colored Cranbel’s transparent scales with the colors of the sunset. It was mysterious and beautiful, but Grid didn’t have

God’s Rage, etcetera—all the buffs he was

Ultimate Martial Art, God’s Command, etcetera—it was necessary to increase the number of attacks in order to increase the probability of

gained from the Mountain King of Grenier, and his items and titles were swift, and his defense was solid. He persistently targeted Cranbel’s upper body and short limbs as he poured his most destructive skills toward the shoulders and long neck, which were hard to cover. Thanks to this, Cranbel’s tail was busy. It moved in a dizzying manner alone to defend all directions. It was possible because

disobeying the

consciousness to observe Grid were separate. Currently, his consciousness was split into hundreds of

Army Stealth Sword. It was a covert strike that could deceive the senses of the yangban, Mir, the

it. The first attack was a

when Cranbel attacked Basque but the absolute defense wasn’t effective against the same dragon. This meant the absolute defense, which was considered sacred to civilians, didn’t mean much

be agitated because the absolute defense was broken. The thing that surprised Cranbel was the deep pain he felt the moment the Breath was

brain instilled a great illusion for Cranbel. It was the illusion

its head again. Killing intent grew out of the disgust he felt for

weren’t bound by formulas or rules when using magic. It was a level that far transcended the hard work of a great magician who omitted casting and completed the magic. His willpower itself was magic. It was correct to view it as a concept similar to a Sword Saint’s

have suffered 227.340

“......?”

senses didn’t respond at all. It was only after he was pierced by the

‘A bug?’

The suspicious Grid stopped moving for a while. It was less

have suffered 315,050

and pierced his chest. He didn’t stop there, but turned around and

or move. Grid suffered from an abnormal physical condition and groaned in pain. Of course, he knew he was going to lose. In the first place, his goal had been

happened as Grid was

“Punishment.”

form of destruction. A bright red sphere of magic split Cranbel’s tail. Thanks to this, Braham’s back was visible in the breathless Grid’s

phenomenon such as

crumpled like a piece of paper. “What is this?

signal to Braham to flee while he held Cranbel’s attention. He didn’t want Braham to get caught up in the fight. A direct descendent might enjoy eternal life,

was

bother explaining his situation where he was tied up by Dragon Words

do you want me to

was going to die, so he wanted to

fight a dragon

course, this was

Trauka through Cranbel and wanted to flee immediately. He knew dragons weren’t targets to fight against and he knew there was

casually. “You are willing to die because

who would grieve for his death. However, he didn’t express it and just stared at Cranbel. He was going to die anyway. He wanted to leave an irreversible wound on Cranbel’s body along with Grid. He wanted to engrave it in

the rumors

at Braham. He was impressed, just like when he was hit