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.

hadn’t changed at all from when they met in the Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at

a bluff. The

The angel who was considered a candidate for an archangel even though he was born a human—Zeratul had guessed what he

act of taking out

gained his freedom

to guess Chiyou’s

also would’ve hoped that the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

under Zeratul’s feet rose into the air like coiled snakes. It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a stance with both hands empty. He intended to use the

power of the true Martial

Chiyou was strong.

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

It is definite.

transcends

are you going to

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

people important to Grid, including Lord. However,

just hated Raphael more than Grid. He knew this, but... after

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 now. It came as

heavily sunken mind and frowned.

of using chains as weapons. It was a very shabby-looking technique, but Zeratul was confident. It was because he knew

You don’t

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

God against Martial God—it was a

who was watching the situation from a distance, wasn't interested in

difference in power is

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

Thump.

didn’t 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, like when he previously spread out

think that among Rebecca’s works, the ones somewhat worth acknowledging are this land,

didn’t even look at Zeratul flinching in shock, and only looked

land that gave birth to

end of

tightened his grip on Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound of crushing bones brought silence to the

God Chiyou’s force, which wasn’t properly recognized by others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He carved the word despair into

pulled by the chains that wrapped around the blade of the sword in an instant. It was

your own authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’

oppressed Zeratul from the time he descended to the surface had dissipated. It was just like when Grid

flaws compared to the days when he reigned as the Martial God. But at the very least, this was ‘Zeratul’s most powerful

“I...!”

first time, he made eye

“Am the Martial God...!!”

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 actions of binding Chiyou’s sword and body, and beating and throwing them according to Zeratul’s

“It is this much...?”

depth and speed of the technique that utilized chains—both were flawless. Thanks

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