Overgeared

A strange sound rang out. It was from the back of Pungsa's hand that slammed against the side of Grid's stabbing sword. His skin was peeled off and his bones were crushed by the Yellow Dragon sword energy, which flew wildly like its appearance. Blood fluttered along with the Flower sword energy that was shaped like petals. It was proof that the created god wasn't a concept, but a living thing. Even if he wanted to deny it, he was close to a human god.

Then Grid's sword was trapped in the clouds that Unsa had relentlessly gathered. The Yellow Dragon sword energy lost its target and Grid became defenseless for a moment. However, the Three Masters couldn't target any of Grid's gaps. Grid's response was too good. He immediately activated the power of the Blue Dragon and scattered far more powerful lightning than before through the clouds. He was using the enemy's power in reverse.

'This damn monstrous guy.'

There were many eyes on the commotion. The humans on the ground were strengthening the divinity of the Three Masters in real time. The belief that the god they served couldn't be defeated gave the Three Masters great strength.

That's right—to the people of the Pa Kingdom, Grid was an unidentified invader. They still weren't freed from the false myth despite the resurrection of the White Tiger. The existence of the Three Masters was stretching out to hold onto the false myth.

The Three Masters recovered from their wounds and quickly linked up. They were beings born as heavenly gods and had never set foot on the surface before. They actively exploited their aerial combat experience, which was relatively superior to Grid.

They pierced the vast sky and repeatedly turned and maneuvered to disrupt Grid. By making it impossible to distinguish between top and bottom, this made it difficult for Grid's attacks to hit. At the same time, they were looking for chances to counterattack.

As many as three gods were working together to subdue just one Grid. They did their best without letting down their guard.

"Sigh."

The Three Masters kept accelerating at certain points like they were building a virtual wall in the sky.

Grid paused for a moment during their dizzying joint attacks and took a deep breath.

Breath of the Yellow Dragon—a Breath with a yellow color flowed out. In an instant, Grid's black hair was dyed the same color as his divinity. It was an optical illusion created by the exquisite overlapping of his divinity.

Grid's hair sometimes looked like long, sunset colored hair. The length was to the extent of covering his back. It went well together. Thanks to the T-zone that developed enough to cast many shades on his face, Grid could digest a surprising number of styles.

'Will the level of the enemies I have to fight in the future be this much?'

Between the start of the battle and the exchange of several blows, the Three Masters experienced a radical development. They seemed to be showing that there was no limit to the power that Hanul bestowed among them as they gradually changed the weather to fit the battle. By this point, it was at a level where Grid got the feeling that they were being nourished.

Grid endured the pincer attack of the Three Masters and was deep in thought.

Emperor Grid was uncomfortable in many ways. It was due to the social status of the most extreme. The only people Emperor Grid could be polite to in public were his parents or the tower members. He wasn't allowed to bow to other subjects due to matters of the law. He became lonely on his own. There were too many things to consider regarding his words and actions, so he was inwardly stressed.

On the other hand, Overgeared God Grid was relatively free. It was because in the world of the gods, he was the youngest. In particular, the fact that he didn't have to be afraid of failure was a huge advantage. Who would blame him for losing to transcendents or Absolutes whose rank was much higher than his own? There was a fear that his status would be lowered in the event of an extreme situation like death, but at the very least, he hadn't experienced a crisis of this magnitude just yet.

Fortunately, there were those who helped him every time.

The Pa Kingdom was still under the control of the Hwan Kingdom. It was too far and there was symbolically too much difference for the gods of

to the jaws of death. The Red Phoenix and the Black Tortoise were unable to leave their respective territories and the Blue Dragon and the White Tiger had

had to win this battle purely with his own strength. It was

of the Hwan Kingdom, but they were inferior in comparison. The role in managing the weather could be replaced by the Four Auspicious Beasts right now. Even Zik hadn't bowed his head to the Three Masters. If Grid couldn't defeat them alone, the prestige that he used to establish a new divine world

the gods of the Hwan Kingdom were losers. They were the ones who failed to protect Hanul, a God of the Beginning. Overall, it was right to consider them

have to

that shouldn't be

was erased from it. Grid once again used the Flower and Wave sword dances. He launched a same volume offensive against the Three Masters, who used wide-area attacks with rain, lightning strikes, and storms.

raging storm stopped like it was a lie

was more terrible than imagined. It felt like the world was screaming. It was a war

"Ugh..."

it gave the illusion that it was segmenting the sky stained with the sunset. The

We can really lose...

to that of being chased by the god

May Hanul guide us.

Just then—

[A quest has occurred.]

window popped up in Grid's field of

[Law Established by Heaven]

[Difficulty: SSS+

get hurt by the Three

the Three

"......?"

him or every time he wounded them, the surrounding environment would resemble the Hwan Kingdom? This meant that the Three Masters, who had been

one-sided unfavorable condition

Three Masters surrounding Grid were also stiff with tension. They were listening to Hanul's voice. It was a divine message. They received the guidance that the more they

or rewards. It had empowered the yangban Garam in the past. It was also the cause behind the deaths of the hundreds of blacksmiths who followed

"......"

after grasping the situation. His

Gulp.

message that stated that the surface would be transformed into a divine world every time they hurt or were hurt by

the Three Masters. This was

"Why...?"

opened up with the one who had been a mere human being just a