Overgeared

‘It isn’t good.’

Grid frowned.

It was because he noticed that the speed at which Chiyou grew stronger in real time started to exceed his own cognitive speed. It wasn’t until Asura’s arms had already been cut off that he could see how fast Chiyou’s swordsmanship had become.

The Martial God—he was getting stronger without knowing the limits.

‘No, I think the word ‘stronger’ is wrong.’

It was only now that he was showing off his abilities little by little.

“...This is what he looks like.”

The members of the Overgeared guild were agitated.

A surprisingly ordinary appearance—they started to recognize Chiyou’s face, which had no special features.

That’s right—Chiyou, who had diminished his presence in order to not be worshiped, was revealing himself little by little. This meant Asura was strong.

“Help Asura.” Finally, Dominion gave orders to the gods of Asgard. It was still a gentle and solemn expression, but Grid thought that he wouldn’t be comfortable on the inside. He might dislike Asura, but he was in a situation where he was forced to help. There was no way he could be happy.

Dominion’s spear intercepted Chiyou’s sword. It was the sword that was about to pierce Asura’s throat.

Asura was feeling relieved when his eyes widened. It was the aftermath of his forehead being pierced. The moment that Dominion intercepted his attack, Chiyou turned and inserted the ink-colored scabbard at an angle. He split the skull of an Absolute like it was tofu.

“Martial God...”Kraugel trembled and drew a simulation in his head. Would it be possible for him to recreate Chiyou’s movements in the previous situation? Impossible. Impossible. Impossible...

“Stop it.” Someone’s calloused hand covered Kraugel’s eyes. They were hands made with tenacity and hard work. The hand, which resembled Kraugel’s one, belonged to Sword Saint Muller.

“The moment you are possessed by him, you will cross a river of no return.”

Possessed by the Martial God—it was an expression that had existed since a long time ago. It was because there were many followers of the Martial God who were possessed by Zeratul’s secret techniques. Additionally, Chiyou’s influence transcended even Zeratul’s.

[The knights of the Overgeared Empire are fascinated by the martial arts of the Martial God. The loyalty of the soldiers toward you is on the verge of being degraded to be worthless.]

The more talented they were, the faster they were possessed by Chiyou. The soldiers with relatively low discernment were still intact, but the knights were greatly influenced.

“Everyone. Strange.”

Jude read the suspicious feeling and attacked the knights without hesitation. The sword was wielded with the real intent to kill and some of the startled knights came to their senses. Thanks to this, the situation that had almost become a mess had calmed down a bit. Of course, not all knights came to their senses. Many knights were still possessed by Chiyou and tried to throw themselves forward for him. Asmophel and the former Red Knights stopped them.

‘There is no need to worry. It is in the range I expected.’

Grid took solace in the fact that players weren’t possessed by Chiyou. He abandoned miscellaneous thoughts. He thought about the best thing he could do and immediately took action.

“Grid-sama?”

Damian, who was guarding one side of the street with the Overgeared members, became taken aback. It was because Grid suddenly seemed to run and leave the battlefield. Soon—

Ttang! Ttang! Ttaang...

The sound of hammering came from the building where Grid had rushed to.

That’s right—Grid took advantage of the fact that this was Reinhardt, in other words, his territory. He made a weapon using the nearby smithy rather than taking out a portable furnace with poor performance. Thanks to this, high-quality battle gear was quickly completed.

Who was the battle gear for? The top players and apostles of the Overgeared Empire had already acquired their final-level weapons. Of course, the battle gear that Grid made now...

“Bring it to them.”

It was for the gods of Asgard.

The God Hands carried the weapons that had just been completed.

“......!”

for a mortal wound, only to shudder. It was

“......”

weakened.

‘structure of a fight that goes against

you remembered your

Jingle jingle jingle!

rang particularly loudly. It was responding to the slightest movements of his facial muscles. It was

mean those great

movements. It was

Caution...

gulping, only to suddenly look at Haster. “Maybe you

because they thought it was plausible, but the attention of the members of the Overgeared

“How can that be...”

moment when Hurent

him by the collar, and carried him

“Gasp!”

the frightened Haster, who suddenly

in yourself. Your talent

“......”

trust Grid again. He closed his eyes and

might not have helped humans during the Great Human and Demon War and even if Rebecca’s true identity was evil, Haster stood among the

out. All types

bestowed blessings on humans in order to get a reward for their worship. It isn’t out of any crazy

God of Abundance—he was one of the eight gods who descended to Reinhardt along with Zeratul. He had fought Piaro and won. He had reached out to the fallen Piaro and said he would like to learn fieldwork one day. Now his will

was no glimpse of

can

you

saying what I have

a face that had lost its poison. He looked good now compared to the

Grid, and took a stance. Both hands were armed with the gauntlets that had just been handed to him

“Kuek...!”

hastily stretched out his sword. It was toward Aldro’s left flank. Aldro responded. He ignored

Jingle.

bell sound that Haster heard earlier rang in Aldro’s ears with a very slight

Baaaang!

fist slammed

Chiyou admired it. He looked at Haster, who blocked his sword, not Aldro. “Did you hear and read

“...Uraaaaat!”

which had been pressing down on the back of his sword. It was impossible. It felt like he was carrying a great mountain. The sword didn’t move despite him carrying the blessings of the gods on

the authority of the Red Sage to cast buffs on Aldro. Thanks to this, Aldro succeeded in shaking off Chiyou’s sword and linked an attack.

Jingle.

was ripped beyond being crumpled. The cause was the claw that stuck out from the back of the hand of the gauntlet that Aldro was

Zeratul’s martial arts, and Grid’s item—Aldro

an instant, he transcended his limits and slammed

was like humming a song. Chiyou was talking happily as he broke Aldro’s wrist and kicked him in the

“......!”

even being able to scream. Chiyou’s sword moved in a

At this moment—

Ting.

collided with Chiyou’s sword. At

“Super Growth.”

growing beanstalk pushed

added its power and

struggled to get up and gave a thumbs up. It was toward Piaro’s presence that he felt in a corner of

frowned. “Don’t play petty house games

had been raised to the extreme, replied with a bitter expression. “At the very least, aren’t we on the same