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…"

unimaginable power of the Overgeared Cannons made by Greed. The moment they fired it, spears of light flashed and 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 as the power shown by the gods who served Zeratul when

and the artillerymen were forced to feel worried. They couldn't believe that the historic moment when the Tomb of the Gods

Braham invent magic that could divide into tens

""That sounds absurd.""

On the ground…

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

magic, then what

I can only interpret it

longer 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

'No Offspring Tomb' has been revealed to

a great achievement of

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

Kuoooooh…

finally stopped. After the hazy smoke was cleared and the entrance of the No Offspring Tomb exposed, the ground resembled the surface

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 knights and liches that

flying No Offspring Tomb. It is a disadvantage

to escape inside the No Offspring Tomb. They planned to

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

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, I'm afraid that even movement will

you talking

teeth. The Staff advised

about age and joints to

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

I will kill

""Tsk.""

Staff finally gave up persuasion. He left the Specter's Sword, who drew his sword in an agitated

Step.

blocked the entrance of the No Offspring Tomb and released purple aura in all directions. It was aura that shattered like mirror shards and expanded

of reflecting the enemy's skills, while giving a

always relative. Wouldn't it be hard for Huroi to go against that monstrous death knight? It happened as Hurent

Flap!

slowly flapped its wings. It was a motion that gradually

"……?"

he come down 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. It was only then that Chris' group and the Specter's

'Running away?'

away. It

role to fight with my mouth, not

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

skull. It was an attempt to prevent the sword attack that was like a natural disaster. Unfortunately, it didn't pay off. His

fathom an

disastrously destroyed. The hungry beasts of the ruined forest fell toward the coveted bones. Grid crushed him by trampling on him and turned

"……?"

others belatedly questioned it. Since when had Grid

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 was to avoid crashing to the ground because the Tomb of

going to have to build

come and go freely—Grid thought this with a pleased expression before summoning the

be enthusiastic. I will move separately with