Overgeared

What distinguished between how high and low a god was? The brightness of the halo? The difference between the position and clothing? No, it was the degree of the 'blessing.'

Unlike demons and monsters who caused abnormal statuses just by facing them, the gods basically blessed humans. The problem was that most of the blessings were blocked or immediately recovered due to the situation. In any case, the gods who came down to the surface after Zeratul belonged to the latter. Even if they recovered it later, it meant they once blessed the humans. It was an expression of their desire to spread their myths and be worshiped.

This holy war was a great opportunity for the subordinate gods who hadn't come to the surface for a long time. The same was true for Aldro. The white-haired god had learned martial arts from Zeratul out of simple interest. He had decided to take this journey to the surface not for Zeratul's honor, but for his own sake.

It was to bestow a huge blessing to humans and make his name widely known. It was so that one day he could become a chief god of Asgard and be reborn as an omniscient and omnipotent being.

"Come."

For Aldro, Braham was a very appropriate opponent. The surface had indeed been reborn into a new divine world. Braham was a sun among inferior lights even in this place filled with great figures. Braham was special even in the eyes of the gods. It wasn't because he had unstoppable magic power or because he was the flesh and blood of Beriache.

The myth of the hydra—the myth of the great monster that was fatal to the majority of gods was mixed as if it was a part of Braham, or as if Braham was a part of the great monster's myth. His existence itself was a threat. It was even more so because he was an object of reverence for human beings.

It was a bit frightening, so it was well worth the challenge. The moment he fought Braham and won, his status would rise a few levels. The dimensional characteristics of the Overgeared World should've suppressed intruders, but this was offset by Zeratul's power of the 'Martial God.'

An opportunity that might never come twice was right in front of him. He never wanted to miss it.

"I don't want to."

"……?"

Aldro, who had asked Braham to fight in an excited manner, was noticeably embarrassed. He never thought he would be rejected. Wasn't it a place where everyone was watching? Braham was in a position where nothing good came of showing weakness in front of people, but he refused to compete? It was even with an arrogant expression. His facial expression and his choice didn't match at all…

"You are frightened, so you are acting recklessly."

"Say whatever you like." Braham snorted and took his gaze away from Aldro. It was because he recalled the blessing that was lavishly given when Aldro first descended.

Abundance. He made milk and honey flow throughout the world. It was certain that many of those who had been starving all over the world were saved at once. In any case, he wasn't Braham's opponent.

Braham was looking at the third lowest god. It was a god as small as a boy. He had given a blessing that amplified people's wisdom and magic power, but the extent was weak. Even the paleness of the halo made him appear to be a low ranking god.

However, Braham saw through this. He wasn't showing himself off, unlike the other gods. This guy was the strongest.

"I will fight that guy in the great battle."

"……"

people watching the situation with great tension instantly became dumbfounded. The strongest symbol of the Overgeared Empire along with Piaro—they were disappointed that Braham, whom Grid also admired, had

It felt like a nasty uncle bullying a child. He was too young and handsome

expected." Aldro noticed his

the stage. It was a man wearing a straw hat

archangels and gained a faint divinity, but… I know it was thanks to the help of a magician. It is a big problem to go against me,"Aldro responded in

different. He liked his

let

on him. The eyes of the farmers sending him unshakable trust, the eyes of the people filled with fervent desire, the eyes of his wife and daughter, the eyes of Grid… They

to win this confrontation. It was all the more so because his opponent was the God of Abundance. He had to

of Farmers?" Grid read Piaro's will from

and she returned to human form. It

minute, but Nefelina had clearly witnessed it firsthand. The level of the martial arts that Zeratul showed from moment to moment was more difficult than Baal, who used all the skills of the

watching Grid from the moment she was born, felt so moved. She had known he was a great human being when she first saw him, but he

recalled the moment when she was allowed to join

from his severed

people who have been with me are trying to

make sense

to Piaro, who was looking this way,

seeds, a huge tree stood tall in the center of the stage that had turned into an agricultural field. The smell of grass permeated Grid's sense

"A world tree…?"

god, let alone a god who

were watching doubtfully let out

enough to be compared to the world tree known to support the sky. Of course, it was infinitely smaller compared to the world tree, but no one would disagree that it was the second largest tree in

famers who gave infinite trust to Piaro and his wife, who was an elf, created a miracle that reproduced the world

Piaro knew that even if they weren't here, Grid alone would've supported him. He was convinced that he could perform

supported you becoming the

but it

was proven by Grid's statement that the God of Fishing, Lars, was sometimes called the God of

Aldro's eyes grew

plow was unexpectedly blocked.

it absorb

that huge tree wither. However, he didn't do so. It was because the moment he used this power in the holy war, the essence of the holy war would be damaged. Even if he used his power to win, he would be defeated if he didn't prove Zeratul's