Overgeared

‘It is a situation where balance is important.’

The war between the gods of Asgard and Chiyou—Grid didn’t want either side to win. He hoped that the fierce battle would continue until both sides were pushed to the limit. Of course, the longer the war lasted, the greater the damage to the city. Still, it was manageable. It was thanks to the gathering of the gods belonging to the Overgeared World.

Based on the information power of the No Offspring Tomb, they had looked for and appeased the human gods scattered across the continent. They each had extraordinary abilities. There was Garion, the God of the Earth, at the helm. This meant it was possible to minimize the amount of damage to the city.

‘All the people have already fled.’

Mass teleportation was utilized. The message that Sticks and the magicians of the Overgeared Tower had been active had arrived right away. In fact, there was no big problem even if they didn’t flee. It was because both Chiyou and the gods of Asgard were taking care not to injure humans.

‘This is probably the biggest reason why the Tower of Wisdom didn’t respond.’

The Tower of Wisdom also belonged to the Overgeared World. The tower members took Reinhardt’s safety very seriously. However, no one came forward. They seemed to have decided that they weren’t in a position to step up, and Grid respected their judgment.

‘There is a risk that the intervention of the tower members will change the structure.’

At best, it was a situation where Grid created a confrontation between Chiyou and Asgard. He should take advantage of it.

‘First... we need to whittle away as much power on Asgard’s side as possible before Metatron joins again.’

By the way, Chiyou’s feet were actually being tied up. Asura was so outstanding. First of all, his ability itself felt comparable to Chiyou. It was because there were often times when he chased Chiyou’s movements and attacked first before the bells rang.

Jingle jingle jingle jingle...

The sound of bells rang non-stop. As the number of collisions between Chiyou and Asura overlapped, it became more and more noisy.

“At least I know what is going on thanks to that bastard’s bells...”

Peak Sword stared blankly with a wide mouth for a while before muttering.

Chiyou and Asura’s fight—in his eyes, all he could see was a flash of light from time to time on the ‘battlefield where there was nothing.’ Even with the status of a transcendent, he couldn’t keep up with the movements of the two gods at all. If the bells hadn’t been heard, he would’ve been swept away by the intermittent shockwaves without knowing why.

‘It is strange.’

Grid’s expression was strange. He followed Chiyou and Asura’s movements exactly and even read their facial expressions. Therefore, it was possible for him to find something strange.

Chiyou’s expression was dark. There had been a faint smile on his face when he fought Dominion, but now he didn’t seem to be happy at all. No, he seemed displeased. Every time he exchanged blows with Asura, he frowned as if he was brushing off something dirty.

It was strange. Chiyou inherently respected and cherished the strong. The stronger a being was, the more likely they were to ‘kill him.’ In other words, for Chiyou, being strong was a necessary tool to fulfill his wish. Yet now he was showing disgust toward Asura, who was competing with him.

‘...Is he reluctant because he thinks he is really going to die?’

It was the same with Baal. The one who longed for death because he couldn’t achieve it. As death approached, he struggled to avoid it at all cost.

Chiyou resembled such an ugly guy...? It happened the moment when Grid was feeling disappointed...

“It must’ve been Judar who took you to heaven.”

Chiyou pushed Asura’s fist away with the back of his sword and opened his mouth. A sharp blade touched Asura’s chest. The trajectory of the fist twisted and his chest was naturally exposed.

“Does he still not realize it? Due to his own greed, he left the Old Dragons and ended up reaching this point.”

The gushing blood was black. It was too dark even considering the fact that he had his back to the sunset. Despite becoming a god of Asgard, Asura’s blood still had an ominous color.

“...Kukuk.” Asura laughed. Rather, he used his terribly damaged body as a weapon He snatched Chiyou’s ankles with both hands that were drooping to the ground due to his chest being split in half.

“There is no need to try. Even if you learn my martial arts, you will only end up losing them to Judar.”

“Who knows? You don’t know that, do you?”

Asura gritted his teeth. He snatched Chiyou’s ankle at a strange angle and swung it with all his might.

Grid’s eyes widened. It was because Chiyou lost his balance for the first time. Of course, it was at the level of being fine. He just stumbled a little bit. No, the word ‘stumble’ was a bit vague.

However,

stabbed Chiyou’s thigh. It came at a high price. Chiyou’s sword was piercing Asura’s face. However, Asura was persistent. He clung to the rib inserted in Chiyou’s thigh and stuck to him. With one hand,

of all,

strange

Bubble bubble!

disgusting sight to the point where it made

Asura’s two legs had changed. It was like carving an ideal body.

This time, he really lost his balance and almost collapsed. His legs had also changed their

and broke it. Then he laughed as

though he had witnessed the situation with his own eyes. In the first place, it happened in a flash.

doing this...?” Unfortunately, he didn’t see it incorrectly. Dominion’s reaction

asked bluntly, “Is Asura’s ability given

it in person in hell, but Asura’s body has a strange variability. It must’ve been of great interest from Judar’s perspective. It wouldn’t be strange if he used the excuse of

believe in Asura and want to make him the Martial God? It is hard to believe that Asgard, which couldn’t even control Chiyou, can

a god born from the desires of countless beings. He didn’t belong to Asgard from the beginning, so

“Can Judar control him?”

is just

“......”

or not. It wasn’t really an important issue. Grid wouldn’t stand by and watch as Asura took away and replaced Chiyou’s body. Grid held Defying the Natural Order, which Zeratul had returned to him, while Dominion stood beside him. He wasn’t trying to disrupt Grid. The reason he explained the truth was to create a

at the same time and entered Asura’s vicinity without knowing who arrived first. A sword and spear stabbed

is the situation

he didn’t understand the situation. The spear blade changed trajectory and

‘we’ fighting for the Goddess? Don’t you know that we shouldn’t be fighting among

Chiyou’s power isn’t for the

“Judar’s thoughts are different.”

must’ve been

floated in the air. It was the aftermath of Dominion lifting the spear.

be distributed to

gorgeous manner. All types of trajectories drawn by Defying the Natural Order caused the illusion

while fighting Chiyou with the two legs he had stolen from Chiyou. Then he changed his mind. He stepped back as hard as he could to avoid Grid’s charge. “I don’t feel like I’m good enough right now. Can you give me a

“...I will.”

Then I

easy nod. Then he tilted his upper body in a surprised manner. He responded

Chiyou was standing in front of the puzzled Asura. One leg was raised. Asura’s flesh, which had just been torn off, was hanging from

better to

first place, Asura’s body was perfect. This was because it was calibrated and reconstructed in real time while fighting

realized it. “Give

‘Crazy bastard.’

was just changed and now he wanted to get it back? Grid clicked his tongue and

an environment for Chiyou and Asura to focus on fighting again. The balance that had almost collapsed

asked, “What are

to kill them with

and Dominion were different from others. It is impossible for you to kill them in one blow just by

difficult for me alone. But I'm

“You...”

you trust me

admit it, but he was thrilled to realize that

gods of Asgard thrilled—that was Grid’s current position. It was the

They will cooperate even without me saying anything. Their personalities

“......?”

in

happened at the time when Zeratul’s expression crumpled

-...Grid.

thoughts flowed into Grid’s

‘This...?’

-Grid!

It is Bunhelier.

more loyal

he had a colleague who was an Old Dragon... Grid smiled in a