Overgeared

Martial God Zeratul—he was a god created with Chiyou as the motif. Technically, he was more like a parasite. He shifted the hearts of those who worshiped and yearned for the Martial God and naturally turned them toward him. It meant that starting from some time ago, Chiyou's rights were divided.

In fact, Zeratul radiated an immense sense of intimidation. The long beard that came down to his abdomen and the gray hair that rose in a dizzying manner like it had been struck by lightning were combined with his huge appearance, making him look monstrous. It was naturally reminiscent of the Absolutes in myths or the Martial God described in history.

"A lot has changed since I last saw you."

The atmosphere vibrated every time Zeratul opened his mouth. The invisible colorless divinity responded to his willpower one by one. It would be very easy for him to break a great mountain with a small gesture.

"You aren't shrinking back at all."

Zeratul was very bothered by the look in Grid's eyes. The eyes were unwaveringly calm even when facing him. Zeratul couldn't feel the slightest bit of fear or respect. It was evidence of his ignorance and arrogance.

"It seems like during the time when I was away, you went through many things and grew."

The one who compressed time and grew—Zeratul now acknowledged that Grid's rate of development was abnormal. This was why he went into secluded training. For the Martial God, 'training' itself had a special meaning. He had experienced tremendous growth in a short period of time. It was an unimaginable level for a god that came from proud and insignificant humans.

"Sigh..." Zeratul took a deep breath. He barely suppressed his desire to tear Grid to death. It wasn't difficult. It was because the killing intent and fighting energy that soared without knowing the limits were relieved to some extent by harming Venice.

"I have a rough idea about the source of your confidence."

Grid's divinity rose like a haze and took the form of a yellow dragon that was in harmony with the landscape. This meant that this land was smoothly accepting Grid's existence. It was evidence that Grid's myth was starting to take root in the East Continent. Based on the faint traces of the expelled gods, it seemed they had been nourishment for Grid.

"You came from a trivial human god background and eventually established a divine world. I'm sure you must be proud. However, you still don't know that your level is very weak. What's more, I am the Martial God."

The Martial God existed to fight. He was a heavenly spearhead. The penalties that occurred when leaving Asgard couldn't be overcome because his 'origin' was in Asgard, but he was immune to the additional penalties that occurred when entering a certain area. No boundaries dared to block the advance of the Martial God.

The Overgeared World that Grid had just started to build, the Hwan Kingdom established by the expelled gods, and the hell ruled by demons—they couldn't harm Zeratul. It was because the reason for the Martial God's existence of going forward to fight would disappear if the Martial God was crushed by the dimensional oppression. Of course, this didn't mean that the benefits for the master of the dimension could be neutralized.

"Did you polish your tongue while you were confined in the temple?" Grid, who had been observing Zeratul's movements, finally opened his mouth.

He had a clear hostility toward Zeratul. He was hostile to other gods in a somewhat abstract manner based on their history and circumstances, but his feelings toward the three gods, Zeratul, Dominion, and Judar, were specific. It was because they directly or indirectly caused damage to the present day humanity.

In particular, Zeratul and Dominion had invaded Reinhardt. Among them, Zeratul threatened his colleagues and Lord...

Irene and the people would've been in danger if Hayate hadn't helped.

"Kukuk!Kuhahahat!"

with slightly wide eyes before he finally burst out laughing. He laughed with his chin raised for a long time like it was unbearable. Then he

easy for me to hurt you here,

but this person was a god. Grid wouldn't die even if he was killed like Venice, whose head was torn off a little while

and my victory is natural.It won't mean much if I hurt him here when we

were gathered, and Zeratul thoroughly violated and degraded Grid in front of them, that he could seriously undermine

a year since Hanul started the cycle. He is still guiding people subconsciously, so the stage will naturally be

hundreds of thousands of strands, contracted and loosened like muscles. The condensed energy threatened to smash Grid's head when it tightened, and then it loosened repeatedly. The threat was greater when it was loosened. It was a strong self-defense that fluttered like silk. It was a

soon humiliate you with the same swordsmanship that you used to humiliate me. We will compete in front of everyone

arts.It is the prerogative of me, Martial God Zeratul, to use the ever-victorious skills that are

rant that they would meet again soon. The bewildered Grid pondered on it

I just let him go like

his

wants to compete in front

could guarantee that he could fight and win, but Grid predicted that his odds were high. It was a fight in the presence of many eyes, so it was no different from Zeratul

advantageous. The scale of the Overgeared World was growing in real time, so it would increase even more as

did you see?' Grid was smiling slightly because things were going well,

fake Martial God. The true Martial God is in

and tried to tell the

he constantly comes down to the surface, it is clear that he will slip greatly sooner or later. If you want to eat him and gain full nutrients at

announcement about Chiyou. In any case, everyone who deserved

patience of that time will come back with the value of a thousand

was why people needed to

I met really

but

and secretly made a gesture with his chin. Then the God Hands factory, which started to produce items again as soon as Zeratul left, stopped

world where time seemed

break through it

of the divinity that acted as self-defense was too strong. A divinity that was harder than armor and fluttered like silk at the same time—it would work as a power

be troublesome if there is a

was a way to create a 'skill immunity' item every time he made plans to invade Asgard. It would've been the same with Zeratul. There was a very high possibility that it was embodied by the power of

where I will be fighting without

Sword. There was a limit to the amount of damage that could be done with the Falling Moon Sword. Grid started to design a new sword that maximized the power of basic attacks. Of course, he had several weapons of this type, but he needed a divine sword that would work

not just use swords. I should also make