Overgeared

Clack, clack clack clack!

The Overgeared Skeletons moved their jaws without words as they lost their bodies and scattered. They seemed to be apologizing for not being able to help.

“......”

Until all the available number of times that Divinity was consumed, Grid fought back using all his abilities.

His items and titles, the Overgeared God's Sword Dance, the Undefeated King’s swordsmanship, powers and the mental world, the evil eye, blood magic, Mountain King Grenier’s skills, Lee Jeong’s hand-to-hand combat, the rune’s powers, and the duke titles.

Even the Spear Shot and Continuous Stab gained from the Behen Archipelago a very long time ago were stuck in cooldown. He also forced Noe into the battle despite Noe being intimidated by dragons and being unable to perform well.

He left no regrets. This was good enough. He fought well enough. The reason he lost was because Cranbel was stronger than him.

Grid, who had been trying to calm down, soon blamed himself.

[Get on.]

He looked at the back of someone who postponed the expected end of the battle.

The wounded dragon—it wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away, but he extended his neck to Grid. The remaining parts of the two wings came together. The blood scattered from the huge body that barely withstood the magic saturation looked sublime.

‘Not yet... it isn’t over yet.’

There remained a dragon who believed in him and wanted to be with him. The dragon risked his life to give Grid another chance. How could Grid turn away?

Grid’s expression became calm as he climbed onto Xenon’s neck and faced the bombardment of hundreds of magics. The effect of King of the Mountain, which had been active since the beginning, was still maintained. It was proof that Cranbel didn’t give Grid a chance to recover his health. It was hope, not despair.

Clink.

A new weapon was held in Grid’s one remaining arm. A sword that could drop the moon—the sword that shone a cold blue exerted power proportional to Grid’s stats and the level of the target.

It was a strength and a weakness. The Falling Moon Sword could cut Cranbel, but not kill him. Assuming that Grid’s stats when riding on Xenon were three times the normal values and Cranbel’s level was 999, the damage value would be in the billions. It was impossible to inflict a critical injury on Cranbel, whose health was estimated to be in the hundreds of billions or perhaps the trillions.

However, Grid knew a dragon’s weakness. The horn—the organ that rose from Cranbel’s forehead, which Grid had persistently sought from the beginning, was a source of strength and authority. Ifrit had told him.

chance. I

down his guard for a moment. It wasn’t known if he was seeking perfection or if he acknowledged Grid’s skills as he claimed. No matter what, he was like a dog from Grid’s point of view. A strong being should enjoy it as much as they were strong. Meanwhile, Cranbel wasn’t flexible at all so he

was Baal, he would’ve cut off his horn on

miss Baal. Grid smiled because it was so absurd and took a

dragons Grid boarded. He consumed a significant amount of magic for flight and evasion, so he couldn’t properly intercept

but he bit it with his teeth and cut it off. At this time, he winced at the magical mace that flew at his cocked

felt a sense of debt toward Grid, who was angered when

his current feelings. He watched Grid cut at Cranbel’s scales again

“......”

that was like a meteor with 1.5 seconds of immortality remaining and glimpsed beyond all the magic. The artificial senses created by the God

bones and breaking muscles caused a chill to

on the sensation of his fingers holding the Falling Moon Sword. He approached the image of connecting the Falling Moon Sword to his nerves.

remaining time of immortality

senses and recalled Cranbel’s habits that were identified during the battle. Grid measured the space

shook significantly, but Grid’s posture wasn’t disturbed in the slightest. He made himself immovable by activating White Tiger’s Posture. Then thunder was heard above his head. Grid intuitively sensed it. The moment his immortality ended, he would naturally be

and timed the manifestation of magic. The remaining time

‘Now...’

as he removed the White Tiger’s Posture. At the same time,

to use during the battle

[......!]

witnessing Cranbel’s astonished expression at the end of the world that was

[Ohhhh...!]

who had lost the immortality. He was going to die soon anyway. Xenon wanted to give meaning to his own death. In many ways, the end that came from protecting the life of a great god would be more special than

‘...Is this envy?’

feelings as he was swept away by the thunderbolt and glowed. The scales

had fallen toward the desert had crashed underground since the time of their defeat. After them, Grid fell side

for

repeated disappointments every time he encountered a transcendent

etcetera—the dragons served as an opportunity to break the many prejudices that Grid harbored against transcendents. Just like the strong reaching out to the weak, didn’t Xenon help Grid, someone who he didn’t even know? He deserved

his declaration that he would fulfill the covenant independently of the liking he felt toward Grid. He even questioned if he would’ve

before crashing into the end of the underground area, the God Hands that followed Grid supported him. Grid avoided

nevertheless still aloof. He looked down at his enemies with one eye while keeping his neck upright and it looked like a scene from a myth a long

happened the moment that

“Y-Your Majeeeeesty!!!”