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.

in the Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at

bluff.

candidate for an archangel even though he was born a human—Zeratul had guessed what he intended by

act

he gained his freedom in his current situation. Mumud’s intentions were

to guess Chiyou’s martial ability through

would’ve hoped that the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

entangled 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

the

were sincere. Of course, he knew that Chiyou was strong. He

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 the me of the

are you

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

to Grid, including Lord.

hated Raphael more than

defeated by Grid in front of everyone watching and was reduced to the status of a prisoner. Grid’s grudge against Zeratul had long

read Grid’s heavily sunken mind

lost a 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 Zeratul was confident. It was

don’t need to feel emotional about

immediately flew to destroy Chiyou’s face, which remained indifferent

against Martial God—it was a major incident

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

difference in

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

Thump.

feet suppressed Zeratul’s charging power. On the other hand, he used a relaxed hand movement, like when he previously spread

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

attention to Zeratul even at the last moment. He didn’t even look at Zeratul flinching in

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

the end of the

on Zeratul’s neck. The eerie sound

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 at

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

defined ‘Zeratul’ as a guest, not an

to the surface had dissipated. It was just like when Grid

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

“I...!”

forward. For the first time, he made eye contact with Zeratul, who pulled

“Am the Martial God...!!”

form of the noise was complicated. It was 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

“It is this much...?”

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

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