Overgeared

‘No... they aren’t flames.’

Metatron’s energy detection was extremely developed. It was how they could endure eternal years with their eyes, ears, and nose covered by six wings. They unintentionally trained their senses to the limit and it was like the power of an Absolute.

“”It is... a sword.””

A strong presence was slowly eroding the dark vision of Metatron. A god with the energy of an Old Dragon. A god of the surface who held a sword in his hand that felt like flames.

“Grid...!”

Gabriel’s lament revealed the identity of the god. It was a very interesting event for Metatron, who had been cut off from the world a very long time ago when they were disqualified as a leader.

“”You are afraid.””

The angels served Rebecca, the Goddess of Light. She was the greatest being in the entire world. Naturally, their reference point was very high. It was structurally impossible to feel any particular appreciation for someone other than Rebecca. Yet they were afraid?

“”You were born from pure worship like Chiyou.””

As Metatron focused on Grid, Braham used magic and escaped from their grasp. He wrapped his terribly torn wrist with magic power to stop the bleeding.

“I’m so...”

Braham tried to apologize. Rather than achieving his purpose, he brought a new crisis to the surface. However, Grid was a bit faster.

“I’m sorry.”

“......?”

“Every time I have fought alone, abandoning you on the pretext that it is dangerous. If I was in your shoes, I would’ve been sad that I wasn’t trusted.”

“...Bah, it is fine if you know.”

Braham, who felt sorry and couldn’t make eye contact with Grid, quickly became normal. It occurred to him that the mistakes Grid had made with him were far greater and more numerous than the mistakes he had made. The guilt faded like it was a lie.

Grid felt much more comfortable when it seemed like Braham’s mood eased and he quickly said, “However, I won’t apologize for proposing to Marie Rose. Her feelings for me are true and I have an obligation to repay her feelings.”

He owed too much to Marie Rose. Grid wanted to save her.

Braham stared at Grid with a frown and barely opened his mouth, “Do as you please. Let’s see how far the relationship of a couple formed out of a sense of duty goes.”

They were words that sounded like a curse, but they were more like advice when coming from Braham. There was no way they would be happy when getting married out of such a cheap mindset. It was communicated to Grid.

“I believe I will truly love her. First of all, she is pretty. She is also surprisingly kind.”

“She is kind...? Hah! Even if you are blinded by emotions, this is being too blinded.”

Braham clicked his tongue while his severed hand finished regenerating. It was a tremendous resilience due to the body of a direct descendant that allowed him to overcome death.

“Well, it’s fine. Discuss the marriage later and let’s get the goods back first.”

Braham pointed to the winges Metatron was holding in their hands.

“Raphael’s wings. I gathered them myself.”

wings of the 1st

ascend to heaven and obtain wings? Grid decided not to be curious about

‘I can strengthen Sariel.’

the 3rd ranked Archangel, Michael, alone gave Sariel the power of ‘Slaughter’ and greatly strengthened her. The value of the wings of the 1st ranked archangel would be indescribable. It could be seen from the fact that the archangels personally chased after Braham to retrieve the

wings couldn’t be

it back first,” Grid said while looking at the angel

ended with ‘el.’ They were unusual in appearance, but Grid wasn’t too shaken. It was because he had the strong impression that the power of the archangel was somewhat

to get it back? You talk as if it

she couldn’t bear to show any hostility. She carefully took a step back to avoid

won’t ask your

signal to hurry up the stairs. However, Metatron

“Why are you still..?”

minimum of ten

“......”

of the other archangels also stiffened. It was because they understood the meaning of

can’t escape with anything less

as a strong opponent who could be countered only when at

you seriously assessing him in the same hierarchy as an Old

Grid appeared. However, now they knew. The source of their initial feeling wasn’t Grid, but the

by orange divinity and red flames. Surprisingly, it was supposedly made by smelting Trauka’s bones and scales. It had a relatively ordinary structure,

but Metatron told them, “”It requires 12 because of that dragon

a blade that was slightly over three feet long—it was a double-edged sword that stretched out in a straight line and there was nothing remarkable

range of expectations.

leader, the angels were different from the present day angels. They didn’t simply use their memories of their previous life as the basis for

them directly. Metatron was different from the other archangels who treated spears and swords as ornaments and relied on their divinity,

was so well-versed in combat that some gods questioned the Goddess’ choice of making Zeratul without liberating

Grid asked while staring at Metatron. He was surprisingly calm and showed cautious words and actions toward the person who pierced Braham’s heart and severed

for exposing the original sins of the

me of being stupid to stand up to you? It is a confidence you deserve,”” Metatron

of the

“”It isn’t enough.””

“...Add the halos.”

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the angels beyond governing them—the essence of Metatron, who was eventually impeached as a tyrant incomparable to Raphael, was the Archangel of Contracts. In order to move Metatron, who lost the authority of a leader, a contract had to be formed first and the contract had to come

was

tell you Chiyou’s whereabouts,” Gabriel lowered her head and made

Just then—

“”That is enough.””

trembled. They seemed

you the location. I’m not

don’t have the authority to discuss freedom in the first place. Nevertheless, it is

Flap!

curled up for countless years unfolded at the same time, causing white and

in real time and was proving

you obsessed with Chiyou’s

being was unusual. This caused him to ask warily. He was gradually learning that there were many beings criticizing Chiyou for

so, Grid felt a great liking toward Chiyou. He couldn’t hate the god who freed Pagma,

any deception, ““I want to test out being a God Killer without