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.]

“......?”

nonsense? Grid let it enter one ear and out the other. He put aside the sad memories that came to mind when he saw Cranbel’s scales that were

situation was much worse now that his stats had halved, but he managed to control the body soaring into the

air in this position. He accelerated his body that was being dragged to the maximum and unfolded

──!

no noise. A concentrated force was slowing down all concepts. There was only a belated explosion after dozens of 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

buffs he was enjoying had a time

was necessary to increase the number of attacks in order to increase the probability 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

really disobeying

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

neck. It was 300,000 Army Stealth Sword.

convinced. ‘He can’t disobey it.

of were his own kin. It was proven 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 to

because the absolute defense was broken. The thing that surprised Cranbel was the deep pain he felt the moment the Breath was counterattacked. It was pain he experienced for the

that severely smashed several scales, tore his skin, and shook his brain instilled a great illusion for Cranbel.

in Grid, raised its head again. Killing intent grew out of the disgust he felt for Grid’s arrogance

bound by formulas or rules when using magic. It was a level that far transcended the hard work of a great magician

have suffered 227.340

“......?”

the thunderbolt that flashed white. He felt confused. It was because his transcendent senses didn’t respond at all. It was only after he was pierced by the fallen thunderbolt that tore through

‘A bug?’

Grid stopped moving for a while. It was less than 0.1 seconds. Meanwhile, dragons were beings who recognized a second by dividing it into hundreds

suffered

and pierced his chest. He didn’t stop there, but turned around and tied up Grid’s

abnormal physical condition and groaned in pain. Of course, he knew he was going to 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 was someone who took away his

as Grid was gritting his

“Punishment.”

split Cranbel’s tail. Thanks to this, Braham’s back was

phenomenon such as typhoons, tsunamis, and earthquakes. It is impossible to feel killing intent, so the transcendent senses will be dull,” Braham said

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

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 if they suffered damage that couldn’t be regenerated from. Grid knew this better

why was

he was tied up

away. What do

die, so he wanted

fight a dragon properly at least

course, this was

flee immediately. He knew dragons weren’t targets to fight against and he knew there was no chance of winning.

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

Braham scoffed as his heart became emotional. He felt bad when he thought there were people 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

the rumors

at Braham. He was impressed, just like when he