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.

gods. How terrible

apostles

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

"Grid… he isn't here."

instant when the god, who looked like he had popped out of Greek-Roman mythology, made a grim

of everyone? So he ran

three meter long pole appeared and fell toward

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

stiffened. It was because she

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

distressed that she had the cowardly idea of wanting to escape. The demonic feelings that she had

is funny how a trivial fallen angel is serving a trivial god." Zeratul snorted as he read Sariel's

A man standing close to the stage and watching the situation opened 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 vagrants, so you haven't learned what procedures to

"……"

didn't respond because

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

more precious than gold to him, so

you are a

stage and held Huroi's neck in his hand. Then he

because you are falling behind in the argument? It is also

hair was

existence that everyone admired was

day Sword Saint…"Zeratul frowned on the stage."Are you also

"That's right."

The face of Asuka, who had been worried about Grid, brightened,

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

up to you to

was swept away by it. He was very surprised to suddenly see Zeratul standing in front of him. Once the Super Sensitivity of a

say it is Grid?" Zeratul's huge hand seized and crushed the sharp blade of Twilight. He slowly lowered it without shedding a drop of blood. The colorless divinity that Zeratul

was possible for him to counter the opponent's martial arts

of where the goddess is, my will is the law that you should follow,"Zeratul

of that hand and go up

sky that was 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

small when compared with the celestial gods.

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

very offensive. It was as if he immediately wanted to cut Zeratul's