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.

appearance hadn’t changed at all from when they met in the Prison of Eternity. Zeratul didn’t even look at Grid. He answered while still

a bluff. The truth

angel who was considered a candidate for an archangel even though he

more of an act of taking

with if he gained

to guess Chiyou’s martial ability

would’ve hoped that the troublemaker was destroyed by

“...Kukuk.”

aftermath of Zeratul taking a starting posture. It was a

the true Martial

actions were sincere. Of course, he knew that Chiyou was strong. He sensed in real time that Chiyou’s status overwhelmed

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

It is definite.

transcends

are you

asked Zeratul, who was muttering to himself without answering the question. Funnily enough, he was worried about Zeratul. It was because they built up

had a history of trying to harm the people important to Grid, including Lord. However, he didn’t hurt anyone in the end.

more

had already 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

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

You don’t need to

to destroy Chiyou’s face, which remained indifferent even when

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

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

difference in power

rightly predicted Zeratul’s defeat and

Thump.

the other hand, he used

worth acknowledging

didn’t pay attention to Zeratul even at the last moment. He didn’t even

to you. Your existence has increased the

end of

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

of a human being—Martial God Chiyou’s force, which wasn’t properly recognized by others, except for Grid, was

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

have defined ‘Zeratul’ as a

to the surface had dissipated. It was just

moment, 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 least, this was ‘Zeratul’s most powerful state’

“I...!”

time, he made eye contact

“Am the Martial God...!!”

because Zeratul raised himself and had many different ways of using chains. The chains binding his wrists and ankles moved very naturally. They repeated

“It is this much...?”

utilized chains—both were flawless. Thanks to this, the more the technique was linked, the more the power was

happened the moment when Muller, dazzled by Zeratul’s unexpected technique, reflected on Zeratul’s title as the