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.

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

aren't enough apostles

was he trying to use to handle the

"Grid… he isn't here."

like he had popped out of Greek-Roman mythology,

to fight in front of everyone? So he ran away

pole appeared and fell toward the

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

stiffened. It was because she

out of heaven—Zeratul was among them. He watched the situation with a frown,

the cowardly idea of wanting to escape. The demonic feelings that she had barely been suppressing were about to

serving a trivial god." Zeratul snorted as he read Sariel's

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?

"……"

respond because the hierarchy didn't

"The fact that we are coming today has been fully communicated through the mouths of our followers. The evidence is that many spectators

is more precious than gold to him, so he needs to keep to the precise time for activities. Can't you fathom this? Looking at your attitude,

you are

from the stage and held Huroi's neck in his hand. Then he quickly let go again. He felt threatened by the sword that rose like the dawn and cut at his

argument? It is also against the human you

ebony hair was

everyone admired was next

the stage."Are you also

"That's right."

of Asuka, who had been worried about

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

to you to

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

blade of Twilight. He slowly lowered it without shedding a drop of blood. The colorless divinity that Zeratul wore for self-defense quickly analyzed the structure

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

this 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

of that hand and

covered with golden clouds. It was a 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

combined with his dizzying white hair gave a sense of intimidation that weighed on every

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