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.

resources consumed and cooldown are also

that shorten the cooldown

new rule 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

‘A little bit faster!’

It was quite unsightly compared to his previous figure of when he straightened his back confidently, but he couldn’t help it. The stronger the

[Hold on tightly!]

gritted his hundreds of sharp teeth and chased Cranbel with all his might. He caught up to Cranbel in an instant. In

Basque’s tail shot like a spear and collided with

gaze chased after Grid. He was relieved to see that Grid had become a one-armed person. The powerful dual wielding swordsmanship

It was urgent.

items poured out of Grid’s inventory as he gradually got closer to Cranbel and they united 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

of Domination has restored the arm you have

[Power of Domination]

items to create

phenomena is proportional to the

infinite durability can’t be designated

Time:

Skill Duration: 3 minutes.]

a skill 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

Clink!

was filled with cold metal, unlike the other transcendents who healed their body defects by regenerating or combination. The system immediately responded as he armed himself with two swords in a

and Flowing Streams has been

landscape that someone has been protecting for a lifetime with

“Drop Dragon...”

shouted. His force as he tore and twisted Basque’s snout that was biting his neck

Overgeared God’s mental world.

by status. So far, countless enemies had proved it.

[Keuk...?!]

failed to stop the rapidly recovering Basque

“...Pinnacle Link Kill Wave!!!”

a dragon while holding two swords. All the forces that rose from the Rune of Gluttony harmonize with the

Rattle.

clear sound of bells caused Grid’s image to overlap with someone else. Cranbel roared violently

Art

[Critical!]

target has received

gods

of Martial God Zeratul’s eyes staring at you are red and

struck by a serious

doesn’t

to the nearest temple

simultaneously struck Grid. Remnants of a silver beam were visible in the view of the collapsing Grid. It was the trace

effect of Dragon Knight is

of Grid falling was projected into Cranbel’s eyes, who had allowed consecutive large

realized that Ifrit is better than

were completed in a split second

choice. Should he escape like this or stay and fight to the end? It was a no-brainer. Grid unsurprisingly

Basque and achieved a sharp rise in status. Cranbel’s Dragon Words that dominated the

what

is no being who can

was done so easily and with

Ifrit. I will devour all of

on behalf of Basque, who crashed to

“Braham! Leave!”