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.

a god. Kyle was a rare transcendent in the world. Every single word

"A god...?"

faces of the

Uwah...!" The magicians of the

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

magic one after another, stiffened for

divinity is

clearly. There were no physical changes such as a rise in level of stats, but Euphemina clearly felt that her existence itself had become a bit stronger. She thought

contact with Kyle and suddenly thanked him. It was

"......"

as white

being other than

surely be killed by the

his body became brightly incandescent. It spread

turning his body into lightning. The trident, which was originally flying to pierce Kyle, touched the lightning and burned black. The body of the angel swinging the trident

the lightning, grabbed the scorched

guys... it is

It was a voice filled with deep resentment and killing intent. The angels were somewhat puzzled. Why was he so angry when he wasn't

for pure reasons—Kyle declared to them, "I

be far less painful to fight here and

bring one more

make you

people were impressed by Kyle's energetic appearance. It was the same with the magicians of

clapped. "You are full of spirit. As expected of the pillar that supported Saharan since I left. You grew up wonderfully, Kyle.

"......"

Grid was

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

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, which was

Euphemina quickly killed the angels. It wasn't because she was significantly stronger than Kyle. She was able to utilize mana, black magic power, and divine power at the same time, and it was an absurdly 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

'Thank you.'

Piaro's back in the lead and gave

'Thank you.'

who

'Thank you.'

she thanked Grid, who seemed to be active in

she gained through meeting Grid made

"Lord Piaro!"

Basara, who was in the lead, were a

pigeons have escaped from the

Duke Grenhal and Duke Morse. There were also thousands of elite