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.

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

was a bluff. The

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

is more of an act of

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

guess Chiyou’s martial

the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

air like coiled snakes. It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a stance with both hands empty. He

the true

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

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

It is definite.

I am now transcends

are you

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

of trying to harm the people important to Grid,

Zeratul just hated Raphael more than Grid. He knew this, but... after all, wasn’t it

Grid in front of everyone watching and was reduced to the status of a prisoner. Grid’s

read Grid’s heavily sunken mind

even build weapons out 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

fighting for myself. You don’t need to feel

further. He immediately flew to destroy Chiyou’s face, which remained indifferent even when

against Martial God—it was a major incident

Sword Saint Muller, who was watching the situation from a distance, wasn't

difference in power

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

Thump.

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

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

last moment. He didn’t even look at Zeratul

that gave birth to you. Your existence has

was the end

Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound of crushing

of a human being—Martial God Chiyou’s force, which wasn’t properly recognized by others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He carved the word despair into the world just by pulling out his sword and pointing it

forward at an angle. It was the aftermath of being pulled by the chains that wrapped around the blade of the sword in an

own authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’ as

descended to the surface

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

“I...!”

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

“Am the Martial God...!!”

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

“It is this much...?”

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

when Muller, dazzled by Zeratul’s unexpected technique, reflected