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.

other than Grid a god. Kyle was a rare transcendent in the world. Every single word he spoke had a tremendous ripple effect, contrary to his

"A god...?"

faces of

The magicians of the Tower of

the area clearly heard it. What did the great Lightning God Kyle define the great magician called

magic one after another, stiffened for a moment. Her large, clear

faint divinity is

but she felt it clearly. There were no physical changes such as

made eye contact with Kyle and suddenly thanked him. It was natural since Kyle

"......"

was as white

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

hopeless. He would surely be

and his body became brightly incandescent.

which was originally flying to pierce Kyle, touched the lightning and burned black. The body of

had released the lightning, grabbed the scorched

it is all

filled with deep resentment and killing intent. The angels were somewhat puzzled. Why was

angels, who established selfish logic for pure reasons—Kyle declared to them,

less painful to fight here and die than to be

more companion with

you regret killing

was the same with the magicians of the Tower of Eternity, Euphemina,

of spirit. As expected of the pillar that supported Saharan since I left. You grew up wonderfully, Kyle. I can see why His Majesty has been keeping an

"......"

expected, Grid

started to wield the lightning again. He half lost his sense of reason and ran wild. In the 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

him believe in that special hierarchy and act modestly 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

superior advantage. It 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 had just obtained divinity, even if it was feeble. Someday, she would blossom her own divinity. Euphemina couldn't fathom how strong she

'Thank you.'

at Piaro's back in the lead and

'Thank you.'

also thanked Laella, who practiced magic with

'Thank you.'

Grid, who seemed to be active in the East Continent

she gained through meeting Grid made her who

"Lord Piaro!"

faster than 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

from the

Next to her were Duke Grenhal and Duke Morse. There were also thousands of elite troops