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.

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 just

a bluff. The

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

an act of taking out the

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

wants to guess Chiyou’s martial ability through

that the troublemaker was

“...Kukuk.”

snakes. It was the aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a stance with

the true Martial

was strong. He sensed in

him in the past when Grid had a lower status than him. Besides, he

It is definite.

now transcends

you

answering the question. Funnily enough, he

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

wasn’t from pure goodwill. Zeratul just hated Raphael more than

the status of a prisoner. Grid’s grudge against Zeratul had long faded. Additionally, he was once again receiving Zeratul’s help right now. It came as a

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

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

don’t

He immediately flew to destroy Chiyou’s face, which

against Martial God—it was

who was watching the situation

difference in

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

Thump.

of stepping on the ground with his feet suppressed Zeratul’s charging power. On the other hand, he

works, the ones somewhat worth

even at the last moment. He didn’t

is this land that gave birth to you. Your existence has increased

end

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

wasn’t properly recognized by others, except for Grid, was overwhelming. He

was the aftermath of being pulled by the chains that wrapped around

own authority, you have defined ‘Zeratul’

dimensional constraints that had oppressed Zeratul from the time he descended to the surface had dissipated.

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

“I...!”

For the first time, he made

“Am the Martial God...!!”

It was because Zeratul raised himself and had many different ways of using chains. The chains binding his wrists and

“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 more the power was

unexpected technique, reflected