Overgeared

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.

appearance hadn’t changed at all from when they met in the Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at Grid. He answered while still glaring at Chiyou. “I

a bluff.

even though he was born a human—Zeratul had

an act of taking out

would be obsessed with if he gained his freedom in his current situation. Mumud’s intentions

Chiyou’s martial ability through

also would’ve hoped that the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

starting posture. It was a stance with both hands empty. He

power of the true

knew that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in

Grid had a lower status than him. Besides, he had accumulated enough discipline. He had honed his body and mind while in the Prison

It is definite.

transcends

are you going

question. Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul. It was because they built up quite a few ties. Of

close to a 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

hated Raphael more than Grid. He knew this,

enough for his sins. He was defeated by Grid in front of everyone watching and was reduced to the status of a prisoner. Grid’s grudge against Zeratul had long faded. Additionally, he was once again receiving Zeratul’s help right

heavily sunken mind and frowned. “Fool. Don’t

so he honed the art of using chains as weapons. It was a very shabby-looking technique,

fighting for myself. You don’t need to feel emotional

to destroy Chiyou’s

Martial God against Martial God—it was a major

held their breath. However, Sword Saint Muller, who was watching the situation from a distance, wasn't

difference in power is

the same for Grid. They rightly predicted Zeratul’s defeat and

Thump.

even draw his sword. The simple movement of stepping on the ground with his feet suppressed Zeratul’s charging power. On the other hand, he used a relaxed hand movement,

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

at the last moment. He didn’t even look at Zeratul flinching in shock,

best of them is this land that gave birth to you. Your existence has increased the value of

was the end of the

neck. The eerie sound of

others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He carved the word despair into the world just by pulling out his sword and pointing it

It was the aftermath of being pulled by the chains that wrapped around the blade of the sword in an instant. It was a result created by

own authority, you have defined

time he descended to the surface had dissipated. It was just like when Grid met him in the Prison

was in an intact state. There were obvious flaws compared to the days when he reigned as the Martial

“I...!”

he made eye contact with Zeratul, who pulled himself to

“Am the Martial God...!!”

different ways of using chains. The chains binding his wrists and ankles moved very naturally. They

“It is this much...?”

speed of the technique that utilized chains—both were flawless. Thanks to this, the more the technique was linked, the

by Zeratul’s unexpected