Overgeared

Chapter 1870

At Asgard...

The only interest of the gods gathered in the great hall was Chiyou. This was until Zeratul, who was supposed to be in the Prison of Eternity, burst into the scene.

How did he escape from the prison? This time, it wasn’t Grid’s fault. Grid was facing Chiyou on the surface.

“Tell me.”

The gods summoned a certain angel and questioned him.

“Why did you open the lock?”

“By what authority did a mere angel use to set the prisoner free?”

The angel named by the gods as the culprit—he was particularly delicate and had a strange side to him. The halo above his head didn’t glow brightly, but changed colors from moment to moment. Every time the color changed, the energy it gave off also changed. So it was like one, but also many. He was silently dragged to be questioned by the gods and replied with a cocked head, “Magic is the power to give value to something that is worthless.”

That was it. It was as if this was enough of an answer. The angel said this and shut his mouth.

Some gods were making a fuss. They didn’t understand. There was even a god who shouted for the angel to answer properly.

‘It is sincere.’

It happened the moment when the angel was disappointed...

“My thoughts are also in agreement with you.”

Judar, who was silent in the corner as if he had no interest in the situation, suddenly spoke.

The God of Wisdom—he was one of the few beings who could read the heart of the arrogant angel.

“Well done.”

It was rare for Judar to give praise, and his congratulatory message silenced the crowd. The other gods could no longer hold the angel accountable.

***

A white beard that descended down to his abdomen and gray hair that waved like thunderbolts. Eyes that emitted a white light due to the pupils that blurred as the eyes rose. With his solid body and massive features, Zeratul’s appearance was overwhelming in many ways. It was the very image of the Martial God that people imagined. But now he was different.

Rattle rattle.

How heavy was it? Zeratul’s limbs were restrained with chains of unimaginable weight and he looked shabby compared to the past.

Nearly bushy hair and an uncombed beard. Crumpled, dusty clothes. He wasn’t even wearing a top and was half-naked. Above all, the shackles on his hands and feet showed how bad his condition was.

However, Zeratul’s expression was the same as in the past. He looked arrogant as if he was the only special one.

“You... how did you escape from prison?”

Grid was momentarily taken aback. He couldn’t understand the situation in front of him and asked a question. Had he escaped his prisoner status? That was what he thought at first, but it wasn’t the case.

they met in the Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at Grid. He

a bluff.

an archangel even though he

of an act

he gained his freedom in his current situation. Mumud’s

wants to guess Chiyou’s

the troublemaker was

“...Kukuk.”

snakes. It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting

the power of the

course, he knew that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in real

him in the past when Grid had a lower status than him. Besides, he had accumulated enough discipline. He had honed his

It is definite.

now transcends the me

you

himself without answering the question. Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul. It

villain. He possessed talented people and used them like slaves. He even had a history of trying to harm the people important to Grid, including Lord. However, he didn’t hurt anyone in the end. He also recently helped Grid in the Prison of Eternity. Thanks to Zeratul, he was able to rescue Khan and Hexetia

more than Grid. He knew this, but...

the status of a prisoner. Grid’s grudge against Zeratul had long faded. Additionally, he was once again receiving Zeratul’s help right now. It came as a

heavily sunken mind and frowned. “Fool.

of using chains as weapons. It was a very

fighting for myself. You don’t need to feel

didn’t wish to speak further. He immediately flew to destroy Chiyou’s face, which remained indifferent even

Martial God—it was a

Sword Saint Muller, who was watching the

in power is

the same for Grid. They rightly predicted Zeratul’s defeat and the result was more disastrous than

Thump.

ground with his feet suppressed Zeratul’s charging power. On the other hand, he used a relaxed hand movement, like

among Rebecca’s works, the ones somewhat worth acknowledging are this land, the World Tree, and

He didn’t even look

gave birth to you. Your

was the end

on Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound of crushing

was overwhelming. He carved the word despair into the world just by pulling out his sword and pointing it

being pulled by the chains that wrapped

authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’ as a guest, not an

constraints of the Overgeared World—the dimensional constraints that had oppressed Zeratul from the time he descended to the surface had

obvious flaws compared to the days when he reigned as

“I...!”

leaned forward. For the first time, he made eye contact with

“Am the Martial God...!!”

was because Zeratul raised himself and had many different ways of using chains. The chains binding his wrists and ankles moved very naturally. They repeated the

“It is this much...?”

was impressed. The depth and speed of the technique that utilized chains—both were flawless. Thanks to this, the more the

happened the moment when Muller, dazzled by Zeratul’s unexpected technique, reflected on Zeratul’s title as the Martial

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