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…"

one after another. It was a spectacular sight that couldn't be seen even in the Great

endless procession of meteorites had the power to threaten even their 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 a team

invent magic that could

""That sounds absurd.""

On the ground…

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

isn't magic, then what is

interpret it as

gradually disguised itself as a mountain as the years passed, started to reveal its huge appearance to the

Tomb' has been

achievement of the

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

Kuoooooh…

ground resembled the surface of the moon. It was due to the craters that appeared

user's stats. 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,

a flying No Offspring Tomb. It is a

and tried to escape inside the No Offspring Tomb. They planned to use the place where the Tomb of the Gods wouldn't be able

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

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

talking about our

stopping his movements and gritting his teeth. The Staff advised him not to fall for these low-grade tricks, but he ignored

talk about age and joints to a

fiercely disguising the tomb as a mountain?

I will kill

""Tsk.""

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

Step.

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 of an

skills, while giving a buff to

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

Flap!

wyvern carrying Huroi slowly flapped its wings. It was a

"……?"

this while the altitude of the wyvern carrying Huroi kept increasing. It was about to fly to the Tomb of the Gods again. It was only then

'Running away?'

isn't running away. It

is my role to fight with my mouth, not my

by him. By the time that Chris and the others noticed this, the purple aura that the Specter's

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 pay off. His skull was cracked

to fathom an Absolute

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 on him and turned his head to

"……?"

and the others belatedly questioned it. Since when had Grid been standing

flutter wildly as they were speechless. It was because the Tomb of the Gods slowly landed. Apart from the artillerymen, all the Overgeared members jumped down one by one. It was while using skills or magic. It

have to

and go freely—Grid thought this with a pleased expression before summoning the Overgeared Skeletons, Noe, Randy, and the vampires. He set the 10

on a rampage and be enthusiastic. I