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.

my last chance. I will definitely cut it

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

he would’ve cut off his horn on purpose to

Baal. Grid smiled because it

where a large sandstorm occurred. Xenon had lost his wings, so he was slower than the other dragons Grid boarded. He consumed a significant amount of magic for flight and evasion, so he couldn’t properly intercept Cranbel’s magic bombardment. As he

magic protruded from the storm and tied his limbs together, but he bit it with his teeth and cut it off. At this time, he winced at

one who destroyed Reidan. He felt a sense of debt toward Grid, who was angered when he saw that the city

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

“......”

was focused. He endured the magical baptism that was like a meteor with 1.5 seconds of immortality remaining and glimpsed beyond all the magic. The artificial senses created

out low noises. The creepy sensation of crushing bones and breaking muscles caused a chill to go down Grid’s spine. Grid didn’t turn a blind eye to this

the Falling Moon Sword to his nerves. He dissected and used the structure of the Falling Moon Sword. He became one with

time of immortality was

view with his artificial senses and recalled Cranbel’s habits that were identified during the battle. Grid measured the space he needed to

Posture. Then thunder was heard above his head. Grid intuitively sensed it. The moment his immortality

existence of a god. He knew that a god’s death would be suspended for up to 10 seconds and timed the manifestation of magic. The remaining time of immortality was 0.5 seconds. This was the moment when the ferocious

‘Now...’

White Tiger’s Posture. At the same time, a flash of blue sword

didn’t have an opportunity to use during the battle because he actively utilized Revolve throughout the battle

[......!]

witnessing Cranbel’s astonished expression at the end of the world that was split in half. There was blood gushing from

[Ohhhh...!]

the thunderbolt instead of Grid, 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

‘...Is this envy?’

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

since the time of their

sacrifice for the

felt repeated disappointments every time he encountered a transcendent being,

Xenon, Basque, 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 thought Cranbel was cool too. There was a certain dignity in his declaration that he would fulfill the covenant independently of the liking he felt toward Grid. He even questioned if he would’ve been able to suppress this killing intent if Cranbel hadn’t

into the end of the underground area, the God Hands that followed Grid supported him. Grid avoided the crash thanks to this and remained

Cranbel had lost half his head by twisting it just before his horn was cut, but he was nevertheless still aloof. He looked down at his enemies with one eye while keeping his

the moment that

“Y-Your Majeeeeesty!!!”