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.

Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at Grid. He answered while still glaring at Chiyou. “I

a bluff. The truth was

archangel even though he was born

is more of an act of taking out the

be obsessed with if he gained

wants to guess Chiyou’s martial ability through

hoped that the troublemaker was

“...Kukuk.”

snakes. It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It

power of the

were sincere. Of course, he knew that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in real time

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

It is definite.

I am now transcends the me of

are you

asked Zeratul, who was muttering to himself without answering the question. Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul.

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,

from pure goodwill. Zeratul just hated Raphael more

status of a prisoner. Grid’s grudge against Zeratul had

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

lot of his divinity. He was unable to even build weapons out of divinity, so he honed the art of using chains as weapons. It was a very shabby-looking technique, but

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

flew to destroy Chiyou’s face, which

Martial God—it was a major incident that shook the

breath. However, Sword Saint Muller, who was watching the situation from a distance, wasn't interested in what was about to

difference in power

predicted Zeratul’s defeat and the result was more disastrous than

Thump.

charging power. On the other hand, he used a relaxed hand

worth acknowledging

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

best of them is this land that gave birth to

the end of the

Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound of crushing bones

the form of a human being—Martial God Chiyou’s force, which wasn’t properly recognized by others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He

then, the tip of Chiyou’s sword tilted forward at an angle. It was the aftermath of being pulled by the chains that

you have defined ‘Zeratul’

descended to the surface

an intact state. There were obvious flaws compared to the days when he reigned as the Martial God. But at the very least, this was

“I...!”

time, he made eye contact with Zeratul, who

“Am the Martial God...!!”

of using chains. The chains binding his wrists

“It is this much...?”

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

Zeratul’s unexpected technique, reflected on Zeratul’s title as