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.

and

The effect of items and skills that shorten the cooldown

skill window. It was a rule that Basque had the potential to transcend hierarchy. The new rule presented

‘A little bit faster!’

his previous figure of when he straightened his back confidently, but

[Hold on tightly!]

stronger resistance. Grid’s posture change seemed to say so and this spurred on Basque. He gritted his hundreds of sharp teeth 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

Then Basque’s tail shot like a

gaze chased after Grid. He was relieved

It was urgent.

together in the shape of an arm. 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 of hell. It was a prosthetic

Domination has restored

[Power of Domination]

more items to create a substance or

substance or phenomena is proportional to the total durability

with infinite durability can’t be designated as

Time:

Skill Duration: 3 minutes.]

whole process with ‘imagination’ while activating the Power of Domination to create the

Clink!

who healed their body defects by regenerating or combination. The system immediately responded as he armed

and Flowing

a landscape that someone has been protecting for a lifetime

“Drop Dragon...”

shouted. His force as he tore and twisted Basque’s snout

world. It was Storm of the Fire God, which now seemed inappropriate to be the Overgeared God’s mental world. The energy of the Red Phoenix in Grid’s heart rotated. It was in a fierce

was 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

“...Pinnacle Link Kill Wave!!!”

full of a red storm and sunset, a god danced. It was on the head of a dragon while holding two swords.

Rattle.

Grid’s image to overlap with someone else. Cranbel roared violently as he

Martial Art has

[Critical!]

has received 5,378,922,746

gods are

Zeratul’s eyes staring at you are red and

struck by a serious

god doesn’t

the nearest temple

of a silver beam were visible in the view of the collapsing Grid. It was the trace left by

effect of Dragon Knight

projected into Cranbel’s eyes, who had allowed consecutive large attacks and

realized that Ifrit is better

in a split second and

and fight to the end? It was a no-brainer. Grid unsurprisingly chose the latter.

desperately shouted. He had completely felt it when he boarded Basque and achieved a sharp rise in status. Cranbel’s Dragon Words that dominated

what Grid

no being

hope. It was done so easily and with just a

will devour all of you and achieve

It was because another dragon carried Grid on his neck on behalf of Basque, who crashed to the ground. Grid’s status rose again. Cranbel’s

“Braham! Leave!”