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

effect of items and skills that

Basque’s Breath was activated in Grid’s skill window. It was a rule that Basque had the

‘A little bit faster!’

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

[Hold on tightly!]

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 Breath. He

tail shot like a spear

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

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

Domination has restored the

[Power of Domination]

to create a substance or

or phenomena is proportional

with infinite durability can’t be designated

Time: 1

Skill Duration: 3 minutes.]

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 or phenomena. It

Clink!

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

Flowing Streams

someone has been

“Drop Dragon...”

the fall of a dragon?!] Cranbel shouted. His force as he tore and twisted Basque’s snout that was biting his neck

Storm of the Fire God, which now seemed inappropriate to be the Overgeared God’s mental world. The energy

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

[Keuk...?!]

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

“...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. All the forces that rose from the Rune of Gluttony

Rattle.

bells caused Grid’s image to overlap with someone else. Cranbel roared violently as he was struck by

Martial Art has been

[Critical!]

has received 5,378,922,746

gods

God Zeratul’s eyes staring at you are red and

have been struck by a serious

god doesn’t

nearest temple

were visible in the view of the collapsing Grid. It was the trace left by Cranbel’s Breath,

of Dragon

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

realized that Ifrit is better

completed in a split second and shook Grid’s

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

Cranbel’s Dragon Words

what

being who can leave

done so easily and with

Ifrit. I will devour all of you and

behalf of Basque,

“Braham! Leave!”