Overgeared

A bombardment required mathematics. No matter how good the performance of the cannon, it was useless if the correct coordinate values weren't calculated.

This was one of the reasons why Lost Justice chose to be an artilleryman. She ran a clothing shop and made tens of thousands of clothes. This meant she was a master of aligning angles. Based on her experience of doing it thousands of times a day, she measured the angle of the bombardment in an amazing manner.

She often heard people asking if she would rather become a tailor if she wanted to use her specialty, but this was the insensitive meddling of people who knew nothing.

Doing what she did in real life in Satisfy as well? Would she still be able to enjoy Satisfy? Not at all. Rather, she would've felt it was a second workplace and quit from the stress.

'It has been a while since I've had a chance to play an active role in front of Grid.'

The Overgeared Artillerymen—it was ever since becoming the head of a guild with the name of Overgeared. Lost Justice had been trying to repay Grid for believing in her and entrusting her with this heavy duty. She was often more faithful to Satisfy than her main job, and gained level and experience. It was an effort to use the Overgeared Cannons better than anyone else. She was originally talented, so this effort paid off. She was proud of her one hundred hits in a hundred shots.

Now she was able to bring out the full potential of the weapon: the cannon. It was especially so when it was the Overgeared Cannon that she treated like her own body. Lost Justice was proud of being in a realm where she was 'one with the object.' This was even though she wasn't a legend or transcendent. Originally, a craftsman was like a sword that had been forged with time and experience.

The years of growing with the divine object, the Overgeared Cannon, were Lost Justice's skill and pride.

-We can't make any mistakes and must do well!

-Yes!

Tomb of the Gods—the members of the Overgeared Artillerymen aboard the super large flying ship were initially very nervous. Some were overwhelmed by the enormous size of the flying ship, while others were worried about whether they could quickly adapt to the divine object.

However, the cannon they saw when sitting in the artillery seat was familiar. It was the Overgeared Cannon they had been using. The only difference was that it was created by Greed.

-Eh? Isn't this something that we can't control?

-Yes. The material is Greed…

-Isn't it just auto-firing? Do we just need to calculate the coordinates from the side?

-Greed can't speak or communicate. How can we calculate the coordinates?

-Shh.

Lost Justice calmed the bewildered crew and laid her hand on the Overgeared Cannon.

[The Tomb of the Gods has recognized the player 'Lost Justice.']

[You have permission to use the weapon.]

[All functions of the Overgeared Cannon are activated.]

It was the permission of Grid. Permission to permeate a part of him. It was the best reward for Lost Justice and the artillerymen. It was proof that they had gained the trust of Grid, whom they had long admired.

-From now on, we are Grid's cannons!

-Uwahhh!

The artillerymen, who had been active in all types of battles, were more powerful and enthusiastic than ever. Now—

[The effect of Greed has caused 'Disintegrate' to occur.]

[The effect of Greed has caused 'Meteor' to occur.]

[The effect of Greed has caused 'Meteor' to…]

……

…

"Ah…"

spears of light flashed and meteorites fell one after another. It was a spectacular sight that couldn't be seen even in the

Lost Justice and the artillerymen were forced to feel worried. They couldn't believe that the historic

did that being called Braham invent

""That sounds absurd.""

On the ground…

the Specter's Sword as he witnessed the bombardment of meteorites from the sky touched the heart of the Specter's Staff. Multiplying himself into tens or hundreds and casting hundreds of great magic spells at once? It was nonsense. It was impossible even if Braham was the

it isn't magic, then

interpret it as the power of

a forest. The No Offspring Tomb, which gradually disguised itself as a mountain as the years passed, started to reveal its huge appearance to the world. It was a disaster caused by the bombardment of that

Tomb' has been revealed to the

is a great achievement of the 'Tomb of the

name 'No Offspring

Kuoooooh…

the ground resembled the surface of the moon. It was due to the craters that appeared everywhere. The Specter's

was activated before Meteor, was poor. This was a story of when the Specter's Sword and the Specter's Staff were targeted. The dozens of death knights and liches that followed

flying No Offspring Tomb. It is a disadvantage to face it

the Specter's Sword and Staff were quick. They turned their backs without hesitation and tried to escape inside the No Offspring Tomb. They planned to use the place where the Tomb of the Gods wouldn't be

was the only person in the world who could provoke

was Huroi. He just dropped from the Tomb of the Gods. It was while riding on a wyvern. "There will be no cartilage left in the joints of the old one in the back room who has been hiding for a long time. If there is no one to support it from the side,

talking about our master right

teeth. The Staff advised him

talk about age and joints to a great

by fiercely disguising the tomb as a mountain? I don't

will kill

""Tsk.""

finally gave up persuasion. He left the Specter's Sword, who drew his sword in an agitated manner, and entered the No

Step.

Tomb and released purple aura in all directions. It was aura that shattered like mirror shards and expanded the area further. Hurent saw through the nature of the aura with the authority

while

was always relative.

Flap!

its wings. It was

"……?"

was wondering about this while the altitude of the wyvern carrying Huroi kept increasing. It was about to fly to the Tomb of

'Running away?'

running away. It is stepping

to fight with my mouth, not

It was the traces of a certain air wave passing by him. By the time that Chris and the

Specter's Sword lamented. The long sword in his hand was raised above his skull. It was an attempt to prevent the sword attack that was like a natural disaster. Unfortunately, it didn't

dared to fathom

the No Offspring Tomb, who had built up his transcendent status even after death, was disastrously destroyed. The hungry beasts of the ruined forest fell toward the coveted bones. Grid crushed him by trampling

"……?"

when had Grid been standing in

from the artillerymen, all the Overgeared members jumped down one by one. It was while using skills or magic. It was to

have

of the Gods would become a city where merchants and people could come and go freely—Grid thought this with a pleased expression before summoning the Overgeared Skeletons, Noe, Randy, and the vampires. He set

a rampage and be enthusiastic. I will move separately