Overgeared

The duel between Asgard and the Overgeared World—as some people used this provocative expression, countless people flocked to Reinhardt.

"Can Grid and the apostles fight well against Asgard?"

"The opponent isn't Asgard. It is a battle with the Martial God's faction. Well, this doesn't mean that the odds are high, but…"

People from all walks of life gathered.

It was from simply interested spectators to merchants sensitively affected by the situation of the Overgeared Empire, the heads of the forces who ignored the divine messages of Asgard and followed the Overgeared Guild, the rankers who hoped to find some inspiration from the confrontation of Absolutes, and the ordinary people who believed their fate was at stake in this confrontation.

Apart from the ridiculously huge stage that filled the square, there was plenty of space for them to sit and see the stage. It was from the inside of the high rise buildings overlooking the stage, the rooftops, the walls and spires, and the facilities equipped with magic tools to transmit images of the stage.

Reinhardt was such a huge and developed city.

"Ah…" Those who were nervous sighed.

"Ohh!" Those who were excited cheered.

"Crazy…"

The rankers who tried to gauge the level of an Absolute were astonished. It was the aftermath of the emergence of the Martial God.

There was a momentary and intense flash of lightning. Zeratul's movements as he stepped down the stairs was beyond common sense. It wasn't enough to physically intervene in the phenomenon of lightning. It was at the level of catching up with the speed of lightning that flashed and then dispersed with seemingly slow steps.

"Grid knows that this place will be his grave."

Zeratul, who had appeared at a high place, suddenly came closer to the ground. It felt like he was sliding down the lightning. It was instantaneous.

[Martial God Zeratul has descended.]

There was the final sound of a thunderclap and the dark sky lit up. The golden clouds covered in waves and refracted the light in all directions. The pillars of light formed throughout Reinhardt created a sacred atmosphere. It was the moment when Reinhardt, the city of humans, was transformed into a truly transcendent space even though it was the origin of the Overgeared World. It vaguely resembled the appearance of Asgard that people imagined.

They couldn't help being overwhelmed. It was because the world changed with just Zeratul's descent.

"God…"

This was a true god, not a level that the player called Grid had reached step by step. The rankers who witnessed the Martial God and the eight gods who followed him felt dizzy. It was the sensation of facing an endlessly high wall.

"If I was Grid, I would feel like I was drifting alone in the ocean," Asuka muttered as she sat beside Teddy and watched the stage.

The Grid produced items that she purchased with a great deal of capital and effort—it had only been a few weeks ago when she was full of confidence because she saw that some of the legendary weapons had gained ridiculous effects. Yet at this moment, she was intimidated as if it was a lie. It was because she decided that the ability to 'inflict fixed damage on a god' wasn't of much significance. There was the conviction that most players, except for Grid, would be in the same position.

the only player who could fight against these nine gods. How terrible and frightening was the reality of not being

aren't enough apostles to rely

method was he trying to use to handle the nine gods? It happened as

"Grid… he isn't here."

crumpled. The atmosphere cooled down in an instant when the god, who looked like he had popped out of Greek-Roman mythology, made a grim expression. The people

fight in front of everyone? So he ran away in

with a three meter long pole appeared and fell toward the stage. The huge stage that was like

he know it is better to die than to run away in front of everyone? Well, it is fine… it is enough to make him come back." Zeratul's gaze shifted to below the stage. His eyes were drawn to Sariel,

stiffened. It was because she

was among them. He watched the

moment intimidated Sariel. She was distressed that she had the cowardly idea of wanting to escape. The demonic feelings that she had barely been suppressing were about to spring

fallen angel is serving a trivial god."

a law of Asgard to come and go without setting a time appointment

"……"

respond because the

are coming today has been fully communicated through the mouths

you would come here. You didn't notify us of the exact time, did you? My Liege is so busy that even having ten bodies is lacking. Every minute and second is more precious than gold to him,

you are

vibrated. Before anyone knew it, he came down from the stage and held Huroi's neck in his hand.

violence right away just because you are falling behind in the argument? It is also against the human you

hair was

Saint Kraugel—the existence that everyone admired

stage."Are you

"That's right."

Asuka, who had been worried about

superiors couldn't handle my blow. What qualifications do

to you to

away by it. He was very surprised to suddenly see Zeratul standing in front of him. Once the Super Sensitivity of a Sword Saint reached the peak, it exceeded the senses of a transcendent, but this

sharp blade of Twilight. He slowly lowered it without

was possible for him to counter the

mind. Regardless of where the goddess is, my will is the law that you should follow,"Zeratul declared so that all humans

that hand

divinity spread in the sky that was covered with golden clouds. It was a scene where twilight seemed to encroach on the brilliant sun. A beautiful melody flowed

God Grid has

It was the fact that Grid's presence was not small when compared

across his face combined with his dizzying white hair gave a sense of intimidation that weighed on every human being in

people was very offensive. It was as if he immediately wanted to cut Zeratul's hand that was brutally crushing the