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.]

“......?”

ear and out the other. He put aside the sad memories that came to mind when he saw

his physical ability to respond to the transcendent senses to some extent. The situation was much worse now that his stats had halved, but he managed to control the body soaring into the sky to create

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

──!

only a belated explosion after dozens of collisions. Subsequently, the spreading remnants of his divinity colored

Rage, etcetera—all the buffs he was enjoying had a time

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

the skills 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

really disobeying the

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

a sword that belatedly revealed its form was embedded in Cranbel’s long neck. It was 300,000 Army Stealth Sword. It was a covert strike that could deceive the senses of the yangban, Mir, the treasured sword of the expelled

can’t disobey it. The first attack was a

the absolute defense had become powerless. Like most dragons, the enemies he thought of were his own kin. It was proven when Cranbel attacked Basque but the absolute defense

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

attack that severely smashed several scales, tore his skin, and shook his brain instilled a great illusion for Cranbel. It was the illusion that Grid disobeyed

mistaken. Cranbel’s killing intent, which had 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 confirmed

thunderbolt appeared and fell without any precursors. Dragons 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

suffered 227.340

“......?”

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 his artificial senses that he

‘A bug?’

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

suffered 315,050

side and pierced his chest. He didn’t stop

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 to deal one blow. It was just too bad. After all, he didn’t want to lose,

happened as Grid

“Punishment.”

red sphere of magic split Cranbel’s tail. Thanks to this, Braham’s

close to a natural phenomenon such as typhoons,

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

in the fight. A direct descendent might enjoy eternal life, but this

why was Braham holding

didn’t bother explaining his situation where he was tied up by

What do you want

going to die, so he

want to fight a dragon

course, this was

of Trauka 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 could he do? He couldn’t run away

knowing his heart and acting casually. “You are willing to die because of that greed? What about me? What about those who

to die anyway. He wanted to

the rumors

He was impressed, just like when he was hit by Grid’s Revolve