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.

other words, Grid would be the only player who could fight against these nine gods. How terrible and frightening was

apostles to

like he called the tower members. What method was he trying to use to handle

"Grid… he isn't here."

he had popped out of Greek-Roman mythology, made a grim expression. The people from all walks of life, who were making noises from

he afraid to fight in front of everyone? So he ran away

the air. The guandao with a three meter long pole appeared and fell toward the stage. The huge stage that was like a few football fields joined together shook. The

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

expression stiffened. It was because she recalled

heaven—Zeratul was among them. He watched the situation

distressed that she had the cowardly idea of

is funny how a trivial fallen angel is serving a trivial god." Zeratul snorted

when you show up willy-nilly?" 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 follow when

"……"

didn't respond because the hierarchy

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

is lacking. Every minute and second 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 idle gods who don't value the concept

you are

of the lowest god shook and vibrated. Before anyone knew it, he came down from the stage and held Huroi's neck in his hand. Then he quickly let

you are falling behind in the argument? It is

ebony hair was

Kraugel—the existence that everyone admired was

Sword Saint…"Zeratul frowned on the stage."Are you also a participant of

"That's right."

of Asuka, who had been worried about Grid, brightened, but Zeratul shook

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

to you to

be precise, he was swept away by it. He was very surprised to suddenly see Zeratul standing in front of him. Once

sharp blade of Twilight. He slowly lowered it without shedding a drop

it was possible for him to counter the opponent's martial arts and weapons by rewriting

the goddess is, my will is the law that you should follow,"Zeratul declared so

of that hand

clouds. It was a scene where twilight seemed to encroach on the brilliant sun. A beautiful melody

God Grid has

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

make me wait." Zeratul's eyes flashed. The distorted smile that spread across his face combined with his dizzying white hair gave a sense of intimidation that weighed on every

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