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.

would be the only player who could fight against these nine gods. How terrible and frightening was the reality of not being able to depend on

enough apostles to

like he called the tower members. What method was he trying to use to handle the nine gods? It happened as Asuka was looking at

"Grid… he isn't here."

had popped out of Greek-Roman mythology, made a grim expression. The people from all walks

front of everyone? So he ran away in an

his tongue and stretched out his large hand into the air. The guandao with a three meter long pole appeared and fell toward the

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, who had just arrived at the scene. "He will come back eventually if I slaughter the apostles one

It was because

of heaven—Zeratul was among them. He watched the situation with a frown, as if he was staring at

had the cowardly idea of

a trivial fallen angel is serving

his mouth. It was Huroi, the propaganda officer of the Overgeared Empire. "Is it a law of Asgard to come and go without setting a time appointment and to pretend that there is no owner of the house? Are most of those living in Asgard homeless

"……"

didn't respond because the hierarchy

fact that we are coming today has been fully communicated through the mouths of our followers. The evidence is that many spectators have already taken their seats here in advance. How can you be

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,

are a complete

he came down from the stage and held Huroi's neck in his hand.

argument? It is also

ebony hair

that everyone admired was

on the stage."Are you also a participant of

"That's right."

at the amazing response. The face of Asuka, who had been worried about Grid, brightened, but Zeratul shook his

displeased. "Even your superiors couldn't handle my blow. What qualifications do you have to stand on

to you

was very surprised to suddenly see Zeratul standing in front of him. Once the Super Sensitivity of a Sword Saint reached the peak,

who can decide? Do you want to say it is Grid?" Zeratul's huge hand seized and crushed the sharp blade of Twilight. He slowly lowered

Martial God had mastered all types of martial arts. He was naturally familiar with cold weapons. This meant it was possible for him to

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

go of that hand

scene where twilight seemed to encroach on the brilliant sun. A beautiful melody flowed in the ears of

God Grid has

small when compared with the celestial gods. She only realized it

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

watching him were cold. It was as if Zeratul's spirit that intimidated people was very offensive. It was as if he immediately