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…"

meteorites fell one after another. It was a spectacular sight that couldn't be seen even in the Great Human and Demon War. It retained a transcendence as strong

allies on the ground, so Lost Justice and the artillerymen were forced to feel worried. They couldn't believe that the historic moment when the Tomb of the Gods first set sail would be decorated with

invent magic

""That sounds absurd.""

On the ground…

of 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

isn't magic, then what

interpret it as

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

has

achievement of the

these world messages. In the middle of the southeast, the name 'No Offspring Tomb' was engraved when it hadn't existed before. It was as important as the lair of the

Kuoooooh…

was cleared and the entrance of the No Offspring Tomb exposed, the ground resembled the surface of the moon. It was due to the craters that appeared everywhere. The Specter's Sword and the

The destructive power of Meteor that poured out from the Overgeared Cannons was practically just the power that came from its mass. In fact, the power of Disintegrate, which 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

Offspring Tomb.

escape inside the No Offspring Tomb. They planned to use the place where

Are you running away?" Chris' group barely survived and tried to provoke them, but failed. Huroi was the only person in the world who could provoke a higher ranking transcendent

must be worried about their master's osteoporosis." And there 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,

guy, are you talking about our master

gritting his teeth. The Staff advised him not to fall for these low-grade tricks,

and joints to a great

Hasn't it just survived by fiercely disguising the tomb as a

will

""Tsk.""

the Specter's Sword, who drew his sword in an agitated manner, and entered

Step.

directions. It was aura that shattered like mirror

the enemy's skills, while giving

and transcendent. He would be much stronger than Hurent. However, strength was always relative. Wouldn't it be

Flap!

Huroi slowly flapped its wings. It was a

"……?"

and instead soared up high? Chris's group was wondering about this while the altitude of the wyvern carrying Huroi kept increasing. It was about to fly to the Tomb of the Gods again.

'Running away?'

running away. It is stepping

to fight

a certain air wave passing by him. By the time that Chris and the others noticed this, the purple

lamented. The long sword in his hand was raised above his skull. It was an attempt to prevent the

to fathom an Absolute

the coveted bones. Grid crushed him by trampling on him and turned his head to Chris and the others, who couldn't understand the situation. "The level of the enemies was quite high. I can see how much the four of you have struggled so

"……?"

when had Grid been

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

have to build a

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 the

rampage and be enthusiastic. I will