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

a bluff. The truth was

though he was born a human—Zeratul had guessed what

act of taking

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

guess Chiyou’s martial

hoped that the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a stance with both hands empty. He intended to use the chains that bound him as a

the power of the true

he knew that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in real time that Chiyou’s status overwhelmed his. But he didn’t

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.

person I am now transcends the me of

are you

himself without answering the question. Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul.

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, he was able to rescue Khan

hated Raphael more than

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 Zeratul had long faded. Additionally, he was once again receiving

read Grid’s heavily sunken mind and

had 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

fighting for myself. You don’t

flew to destroy

Martial God against Martial God—it was a major incident that shook the

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

in power is

for Grid. They rightly predicted Zeratul’s defeat

Thump.

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

somewhat worth acknowledging are this land, the

the last moment. He didn’t

land that gave birth to you. Your existence has increased the value

the end

The eerie sound of crushing

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

by

your own authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’

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

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

“I...!”

For the first time, he made

“Am the Martial God...!!”

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

“It is this much...?”

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

unexpected