Overgeared

Chapter 1770

[...Yes.]

Fire Dragon Trauka slowly raised his head. The deep, long pit on the ground was a sign of his jaw being stuck there. It was a symbol of the unprecedented event made by a vampire who did a six step dance.

[I admit it.]

The scales of Trauka’s head, which had been smashed by a powerful attack, quickly regenerated and joined together. The procession of red scales that adsorbed into each other without leaving a single gap was like a wall. It was an endless wall that couldn’t exist on the surface. It was a wall that the heavenly gods couldn’t cross and gradually painted red with their own blood.

[The world has changed.]

Dragon who reigned in the world before my dear husband was born...

Trauka reflected on Marie Rose’s words. He took it seriously, rather than hastily denying it.

Certainly, the world was different from the one that Trauka remembered. In less than a year, he had already been hurt twice. The first wound was dealt by an unfilial child who didn’t care about her father’s position at all, and the second was dealt by a mad vampire.

The two of them had something in common. It was the fact that they wielded the power gained from the newly born Only One God, Grid. Yes, he was the one who created this unprecedented event. He proved that the world had changed by inflicting two wounds on Trauka, who had ruled for eternity.

[The influence of an Only One God isn’t something to be ignored. It is so shocking that I can’t help thinking back to when I first saw Chiyou.]

Why did the dragons sign a nonaggression pact with the gods? It was because it was Rebecca’s will. Trauka had decided that it would be unwise to confront Rebecca. Thus, he made a promise and kept it. Technically, he was controlled.

Meanwhile, Chiyou was different. Perhaps the only one Rebecca couldn’t control was Chiyou. It was to the point where he saved Hanul, who thought he was going to die.

Trauka had to admit it. An Only One God was special and Grid was also an Only One God. But—

The total amount of ‘specialness’ was different for each existence. Moreover, Trauka himself was special.

[But that is it. I don’t think Grid’s influence is enough to make me apologize.]

Dragons don’t forget.

Trauka clearly remembered Beriache’s abilities. She could reproduce the power of the target whose blood she sucked from the minimum to the maximum. In order to reproduce it again, there was a condition that the blood must be sucked again. Reproducing it to the maximum meant sacrificing something. This was even assuming that Marie Rose was better than Beriache.

Currently, Marie Rose was in a state where the ‘blood was consumed’ and partially ‘damaged.’

Drop Dragon—she wasn’t in a position to use that arrogant sword technique of dropping dragons again. She couldn’t afford to make any more variables.

[One who bears Beriache’s grudge. The world will seem very simple to you. It is divided into whether your mother’s vengeance is accomplished and completed, or whether it fails and can’t be completed.]

Trauka’s huge eyes contained the universe. It had a colorful glow and contained a history unknown to modern humans. There were countless experiences and emotions.

[However, the real world isn’t as simple as what you know. This isn’t the domain of an individual. There is too much at stake.]

The flames intensified as the Fire Dragon’s breathing intensified. The presence of the wounded old dragon swelled beyond his size. He proved that he was the center of the world.

Marie Rose wasn’t intimidated. Who was she up against now? She had never forgotten for a single moment. Putting aside her calm expression, she had been prepared to die when she came here. There was no grand reason. She just wanted Grid to be respected. He was the man she chose.

be less frustrating than this if I sat down

Trauka noticed it.

The serene eyes were the proof. The desire in those red eyes was the

[You are crazy.]

downward. The ground she stood on was completely smashed by Trauka’s tail, which had moved like a thunderbolt. Then a battle took place in the Realm

the debris and relentlessly

Trauka’s lair resembled the moon at first glance. It was like the moon sunk to the

realm of art that couldn’t be surpassed by a human level. Now a small hole was drilled in

fire pursued the woman who shot out noisily from the pierced hole. It was a Breath. It was the first

It is better for you to wallow in a worthless life, just as you have been doing all your life. Isn’t that

wrapped in flames of willpower that melted anything and they repeatedly evaporated Marie Rose’s blood before she could try anything.

so, Marie Rose showed

to fight in strength against

pierced through the flames and scratched Trauka’s scales with her nails. Before the scars in the scales could heal, she inserted her hand that had shapened like blade and ripped them apart. In order to crush his body, she

was the noise from Trauka’s belly as it was trampled on by Marie Rose’s small, white feet. Anyone would mistakenly believe that a hole had been drilled. Yes. It was an illusion. Even if a mosquito stung a human, there was no way

was obviously like

‘...This person, no way?’

tried not to make it obvious, but the pain of being trampled

‘She didn’t lose anything?’

Grid’s swordsmanship using the blood of the Only One God. It must’ve been Grid’s ultimate move. In

it was Beriache, her strength would’ve decreased by half. However, Marie Rose showed no signs of weakening

monster that

taking revenge on Baal, perhaps she also wanted to establish a new

‘Poor thing.’

of things around them. The number of Marie Rose’s missed attacks

he entered the atmosphere, his body glowed like a meteorite burning from the frictional heat. It was a physical phenomenon created by combining the speed

time the wounds on Marie Rose’s body increased. It was the aftermath of her flowing blood evaporating

her as far

tremendous force that would blow Marie Rose to the other side of the continent. Finally, the tail fell away from the belly and stretched

against the flow of power. Of course, she wouldn’t die from this much. However,

that Marie Rose would obediently leave this place. He predicted that she would save her own life by going along with the flow of power of the tail and flying away. It was natural. Marie Rose was different from Ifrit. She might be crazy, but she had

[......]

to fly away. Instead, she planted her feet on the ground like

sides of her body couldn’t be protected by her arms and were destroyed without leaving a trace. Her blood evaporated without a trace. Her unsightly figure neatly stretched

die here? Why are you pushing yourself

exploded in the aftermath of Marie Rose’s collision with his self-defense. A weapon he had been boasting about for eternity was horribly damaged. It didn’t recover easily. It was because he also drained

met his eyes. Her Curse of Sloth had been

do you know how

[......?]

question. Trauka

the feelings of your child in the egg who must’ve felt relieved when

[...What are you saying?]

vampire in front of him was purely crazy. It was natural since she didn’t respond at all no matter what type of conversation he tried to have.

you haven’t

Marie Rose remembered.

her birth. The moment when the hand that reached out to hold his

her with her mother every time he treated her as ‘the one who bears Beriache’s grudge.’ In Marie Rose’s opinion, Trauka, who preyed on his children, resembled Beriache, who made