Overgeared

Chapter 1591

After getting a new life, Braham had always reflected on his past. It was to avoid repeating the mistakes of trusting Pagma due to overconfidence in his judgment and being betrayed, as well as the sin of being caught in ugly feelings of jealousy and stealing his disciple’s achievements.

He wanted to be worthy of being the Duke of Wisdom in this life. He would face the world with reason and wisdom, not emotion. The blood of a vampire occasionally clouded his efforts, but it was literally just an occasional impulse. Braham was confident that he had persevered well.

The proof was that he lived with those with no talent without avoiding them. It was the same now.

The resurrection magic that he completed using his obsession with life—he wasn’t swept away by fear and despair even though he observed a future where he would be trapped on the surface, repeatedly die, and finally be dragged to hell to be extinguished without a trace.

His mental world calmed down. The last purpose of his life was to leave his mark on Cranbel’s eternal body. He was determined to engrave the name of the greatest magician in history on the world. However, at this moment...

“......”

Duguen!

Braham’s calm heart started to beat vigorously in a way that was contrary to his will. It was while watching Grid climb onto the neck of the giant dragon. Grid’s divinity was getting bigger and bigger in conjunction with the dragon’s increased speed. Every time the dragon swerved, the orange polar light spread like an insignia that covered the world.

It was a dream-like sight, but it was reality. The hot blood flowing from his wrist that was pierced by his fingernails was the proof.

“Riding... dragons?”

An idea that went far beyond the wisdom of the Duke of Wisdom, who wasn’t particularly bound by common sense. Braham could only laugh. It wasn’t an ironic laugh.

On the other side—

[......]

Cranbel couldn’t laugh. Initially, when the Overgeared God broke into the scene, he also witnessed the story of Crazy God and Crazy Dragon. It was thanks to the scene forcibly projected through Ifrit’s magical remnants. It was an unrealistic sight that was approaching incomprehensible for a dragon, but Cranbel wasn’t very agitated. He was surprisingly easily convinced.

The dying Ifrit—he noticed the reason why she placed Grid on her neck and sympathized.

That’s right. Cranbel saw it as Ifrit using Grid. It was simply to overcome the crisis at that time. He thought there was no more meaning. It was natural. Cranbel didn’t know that Grid had made Ifrit’s horn. He didn’t foresee that the trust and favor of the Crazy God and Crazy Dragon toward each other was very strong.

‘Status... how much did it rise?’

Cranbel’s scales stood up on edge when he noticed that Grid wasn’t being drawn into his space. It looked like he was wearing iron armor made of sharpened blades. It was threatening at first glance, but it was actually just a representation of fear.

Kurarararara!

Grid’s divinity grew enough to cover Basque’ body. The Breath shot by Basque was almost orange. Cranbel couldn’t just watch as Basque’s Breath filled his vision before he knew it. He abandoned his pride and struck back with the same Breath. He was a bit late to respond, but it was no problem. Cranbel’s hierarchy was the highest among the dragons here. Even if he responded later than the opponent, he would still hit the opponent. The circulation of magic power, the manifestation of will, the activity of the flesh, etcetera—everything was faster than the other side.

Cranbel’s Breath that was shot one step later collided with Basque’s Breath. Cranbel prepared for the following move. His two wings spread wide open while his own Breath crushed and penetrated Basque’s Breath. He calculated the path that Basque would take to dodge the Breath and moved there.

Everything up to this point took a short moment. It was right to describe it as a situation that happened at the same time as the explosion.

[......!]

Cranbel’s wall-like chest was crushed. It was the aftermath of moving along the path of the Breath he shot. He never even imagined that his own Breath would be crushed in reverse. In a rare situation, Basque’s Breath didn’t lose its momentum as it broke through Cranbel’s scales and crushed his chest. It blew Cranbel to the other side of the sky like it had to penetrate Cranbel.

‘Unbelievable.’

Basque was more surprised than Cranbel. The Breath was close to the pure power of a dragon, close to inner energy. The fight that Basque’s Breath fought and won against Cranbel’s Breath was impossible even if the sky was overturned. However, Grid made it possible.

[Duke of Amplification]

[Once activated, the power of the magic and skills you use will be doubled.

the resources consumed and cooldown are

and skills that shorten the

had been set since the time that Basque’s Breath was activated in Grid’s skill window. It was a rule that Basque had the potential to transcend hierarchy. The new rule presented a crisis to

‘A little bit faster!’

previous figure of when he straightened

[Hold on tightly!]

and chased Cranbel with all his might. He caught up to Cranbel in an instant. In the first place, he was swept away by the Breath. He temporarily failed to control

Basque’s tail shot like a spear and collided with

divinity that colored the sky shook. Cranbel’s gaze chased after Grid. He was relieved to see that Grid had become a one-armed person. The powerful

It was urgent.

It was a prosthetic arm that closely resembled the God Hands. It was one of the two powers that Grid gained as a reward for spreading the truth

restored the

[Power of Domination]

to

power of the substance or phenomena is proportional to the total durability of

can’t be designated

Cooldown Time:

Skill Duration: 3 minutes.]

that didn’t consume resources, but it wasn’t easy to use. He had to fill the whole process with ‘imagination’ while activating the Power of Domination to create the desired substance or phenomena. It was

Clink!

filled with cold metal, unlike the other transcendents who healed their body defects by regenerating or combination. The system

and Flowing Streams

been protecting for a lifetime

“Drop Dragon...”

of a dragon?!] Cranbel shouted. His force as he tore and twisted

this moment, flames engulfed the world. It was Storm of the Fire God, which now seemed inappropriate to be the Overgeared God’s mental world.

affected by status. So far, countless enemies had proved it. Most of the transcendents had easily broken Grid’s

[Keuk...?!]

the Fire God. He failed to stop the rapidly recovering Basque and Grid’s explosively growing

“...Pinnacle Link Kill Wave!!!”

the head of a

Rattle.

with someone else. Cranbel

Martial Art

[Critical!]

target has received 5,378,922,746

gods

staring at you are red

struck

god doesn’t die

the nearest

Grid. Remnants of a silver beam were visible in the view of the collapsing Grid. It was the trace left by Cranbel’s Breath, which penetrated

effect of Dragon Knight is

who had allowed consecutive large attacks

thanks to you, I realized

completed in a split second

this or stay and fight to the

in status. Cranbel’s Dragon Words that dominated the scene. The Dragon Words lost their effect. It was possible for Braham to flee now. He

what

no being

done so easily and

will go beyond Ifrit. I will

carried Grid on his neck on behalf of

“Braham! Leave!”