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.

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

a bluff.

an archangel even though he was born a human—Zeratul

is more of an act of taking out

obsessed with if he gained his freedom in his current situation.

guess Chiyou’s martial ability through

that the

“...Kukuk.”

It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting

power of the true Martial God and

that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in

difference in status? It didn’t matter. Grid 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

It is definite.

transcends the

are you going to

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

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

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

already paid 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

Grid’s heavily sunken mind and

of divinity, so he honed the art of using chains as weapons. It was a very shabby-looking technique, but Zeratul was confident. It was because he knew the value of skills honed through effort. He learned it

don’t need to feel

to destroy Chiyou’s face, which remained indifferent even

against Martial God—it was a major incident that shook

and the Overgeared members held their breath. However, Sword Saint Muller, who was watching the

difference in power

predicted Zeratul’s defeat and the result was more disastrous

Thump.

charging power. On the other hand, he used a relaxed hand movement, like when he previously spread out the veil, to grab Zeratul’s

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

last moment. He didn’t

gave birth to you. Your existence has

the end of

his grip on Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound of crushing bones

was

of being pulled by the chains that wrapped around the blade

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

Overgeared World—the dimensional constraints that had oppressed Zeratul from the time he descended to the surface had dissipated. It was just like when

flaws compared to the days when he reigned as the Martial God. But at the very least, this was

“I...!”

For the first time, he made eye

“Am the Martial God...!!”

binding his wrists and ankles moved

“It is this much...?”

flawless. Thanks to this, the more the technique was linked, the more the power was infinitely

Zeratul’s unexpected technique,