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.]

“......?”

one ear and out the other. He put aside the sad

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

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

──!

of collisions. Subsequently, the spreading remnants of his divinity colored Cranbel’s transparent scales with the colors of the sunset. It was mysterious

etcetera—all the buffs he

was necessary to increase the number of attacks in

He persistently targeted Cranbel’s upper body and short limbs as he poured his most destructive skills toward the shoulders and

he really disobeying the

to control his body and the consciousness to observe Grid were separate. Currently, his consciousness was split into hundreds of pieces. The consciousness for contemplating the entire battlefield and managing the surveillance magic that spread to hundreds of kilometers away were

It was 300,000 Army Stealth Sword. It was a covert strike

it. The first attack was

of were his own kin. It was proven when Cranbel attacked Basque but the absolute defense wasn’t

there was no reason to be agitated because the absolute defense was broken. The thing that surprised Cranbel was the deep pain he felt the

great illusion for Cranbel. It was the illusion that

been extinguished by his interest in Grid, raised its head again. Killing intent grew out of the disgust he felt for Grid’s arrogance at rejecting his favor. Now that he

when using magic. It was a level that far transcended the hard work of a great magician who omitted casting and completed the magic.

suffered 227.340

“......?”

all. It was only after he was pierced by the fallen thunderbolt that tore through his

‘A bug?’

it? The suspicious Grid stopped moving for a while. It was less than 0.1 seconds. Meanwhile, dragons were beings who recognized a

have suffered 315,050

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

lose. In the first place, his goal had been to deal one blow. It was just too bad. After all, he didn’t want to lose, especially when the opponent

happened as Grid was gritting

“Punishment.”

was a form of destruction. A bright red sphere of magic split Cranbel’s

is a theory that a phenomenon or disaster that occurs according to a dragon’s mental image is the source of magic. If this is true, a dragon’s magic is close to a natural phenomenon such as typhoons, tsunamis, and earthquakes. It is impossible to feel killing intent, so the transcendent senses will be

like a piece of paper. “What is this? Why haven’t you run

when he first arrived at the scene. Grid had sent a 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, but this didn’t mean they were immortal. Direct descendant vampires would also die

why was Braham

situation where he was tied

do you want me

he wanted to protect his pride before

want to fight a dragon properly at

this

through Cranbel and wanted to flee immediately. He knew dragons weren’t targets to fight against and he knew there was no chance of winning. Still, what

resented Braham for not knowing his heart and acting casually. “You are willing to die because of that greed? What about me? What about those who are left behind? They will miss you for

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 history that the life of Braham, son of Beriache and apostle of the Overgeared God, wasn’t in vain. It would

rumors are

slightly larger as he looked at Braham. He was impressed, just like when he was hit by Grid’s Revolve Dragon Drop