Overgeared

'They are angels... I have a headache.'

Kyle's face was always full of discontent, but it was especially distorted today. The lightning flashing through his gray eyes that were soaked from the pouring rain was returning focus to his hazy eyes. Soon, the drunkenness flew away and fluttering feathers were clearly projected onto his pupils.

Pure white feathers. The figure with a faint glow that was uselessly divine. It was a sight that could only be seen on the stained glass of the Rebecca Temple in the past.

A symbol of the angels—beings with high resistance to projectiles and magic power. Angels were immune to most magic. They were also very tricky opponents for Kyle. The lightning he emitted came from his 'physical body' but he used magic power as his output.

In the first place, Kyle thought that his nickname of Lightning God was too much. The expectant gazes of the magicians who spotted him and were currently cheering for him were burdensome.

'If I had been the Lightning King or Lightning Lord, there wouldn't be so many expectations of me.'

First of all, Lightning Emperor shouldn't be used. It was a high treason crime where it wouldn't be strange if any imperial citizen with 'emperor' added to their nickname was caught and executed immediately. Perhaps that was why people gave him the nickname of Lightning God rather than Lightning Emperor.

…They were rare fools.

Ever since Grid became a god, the nickname of Lightning God was really the worst. Kyle was always worried that it might seem like he was challenging Grid's hierarchy. There was a time when he had nightmares for four days straight that Faker would appear from the shadows and swing his dagger.

Wasn't Faker also called the God of Death? Kyle felt that Faker must be playing the role of a subordinate to the Overgeared God while having a similar heart to himself.

Therefore, Kyle had been trying. In order to lose his nickname of Lightning God, he lived in a drunken state as much as possible. However, once one developed a reputation, that reputation usually grew on its own.

Kyle's reputation was extremely great after his active role in the Great Human and Demon War. The number of people who praised Kyle as the Lightning God and relied on him increased every day. It was just like the idiotic magicians cheering for him over there.

'Just... I want to run away...'

Kyle didn't want to be in front of people as much as possible. However, he wasn't confident about dealing with the consequences if he turned a blind eye when the angels openly invaded Titan. He would be brutally killed by Grid.

'...Additionally, Empress Basara will soon arrive with her troops. Let's fight to the point where I won't die until then.'

Yes, fight moderately. It happened as Kyle was planning...

"Ohh!"

The screams of the angels rang out. He looked back and saw Piaro, who had recovered from his almost dead state and was running wild. The arrogant angels were busy dodging like they were facing a mad bull.

'...What?'

Had Piaro reached a new prime? Kyle paused for a moment at the sight of Piaro, who was much stronger than the Great Human and Demon War. Then he lost his mind. The surrounding landscape turned dark and he was mesmerized by the Milky Way that emerged.

It was magic that was a mixture of black magic power and divine power. A form of magic never imagined before was being realized in front of his eyes. It was magic that drew the universe. Since the universe was infinite, the magic potential of drawing the universe was also impossible to measure.

"A god..." Kyle looked at Euphemina with a trembling gaze. He, who feared a god—the Overgeared God—more than anyone else in the world, actually dared to put the word 'god' in his mouth. He immediately realized his mistake and hurriedly closed his mouth out of surprise, but it was too late.

the world. Every single

"A god...?"

of the angels

Uwah...!" The magicians of the

it. What did the great Lightning God Kyle define

excitedly running around and combining magic one after another, stiffened for a moment. Her

divinity is

clearly. There were no physical changes such as

Euphemina made eye contact with Kyle and suddenly thanked him. It was natural since Kyle created a situation she

"......"

face was as white as

He dared to call a being other than the Overgeared God a god.

would surely be killed by

and his body became brightly incandescent. It spread

Speed Transformation—it was a technique of turning his body into lightning. The trident, which was originally flying to pierce Kyle, touched the lightning and burned black. The body

released the lightning, grabbed the scorched angel's neck

guys... it is

deep resentment and killing intent. The angels were somewhat puzzled. Why was he so angry when he wasn't hurt by their colleague's surprise attack? Didn't he easily avoid it and kill

selfish logic for pure reasons—Kyle declared to them, "I will die here

any case, he would be killed by Grid if he survived. It would be far less painful to fight here and die than to

more

you

by Kyle's energetic appearance. It was the same

"You are full of spirit. As expected of the pillar that supported Saharan since I left.

"......"

Grid was watching

eyes of the angels, he appeared to be a lunatic. Meanwhile, in the eyes of Piaro's group, he was a hero prepared for death. Piaro was once again impressed by Kyle's determined appearance, while Euphemina realized how rapidly she had grown

without being arrogant. He was a great man who deserved to be imitated, both in ability and character. However, such a person didn't play much of a role against the angels. Apart from Lightning Speed Transformation,

was possible to neutralize the enemy's strengths and counter them in real time. To borrow Grid's tone, it was a f*ing scam. Additionally, she

'Thank you.'

back in the lead

'Thank you.'

thanked Laella, who practiced

'Thank you.'

be active in the East Continent at this moment. Her colleagues

the precious people she gained through meeting Grid made her who

"Lord Piaro!"

expected. Based on the way that the clothes of Empress Basara, who was in the lead, were a mess, they seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, the horse carrying her

have escaped from the cage

Duke Grenhal and Duke Morse. There were