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

was a bluff.

even though he was born a human—Zeratul had guessed what

of an act of taking out the

Zeratul would be obsessed with if he gained his freedom in his

Chiyou’s

hoped that the troublemaker was destroyed

“...Kukuk.”

was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a stance with both hands empty.

of the true

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

when Grid had a lower status than him. Besides, he had accumulated enough discipline.

It is definite.

I am now transcends the me of

are you going

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

used them like slaves. He even had a history of trying to harm the people important to Grid, including Lord. However, he

knew it wasn’t from pure goodwill. Zeratul just hated Raphael more than Grid. He knew this,

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

Grid’s heavily sunken mind and frowned. “Fool. Don’t

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

You don’t need

further. He immediately flew to destroy

God—it was

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

difference in power

for Grid. They rightly 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 neck and

the ones somewhat worth acknowledging are this land, the World Tree, and

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

birth to you. Your existence has increased the value

was the end

neck. The eerie sound of crushing bones brought silence

in the form 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

then, the tip of 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 a result

you have defined ‘Zeratul’ as a guest, not

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

he reigned as the

“I...!”

the first time, he made

“Am the Martial God...!!”

and had many different ways of using chains. The chains 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, reflected on Zeratul’s