Overgeared

The sky and ground shook. Mountains rose all over the wilderness and deep hills were transformed into river-like lakes. It was the aftermath of the fall of a giant dragon.

The entity called the Evil Dragon among the Old Dragons, Bunhelier. Recently, he helped Grid in the fight against Baal and was worshiped as a hero. Contrary to popular assessments that praised him as invincible, his appearance was disastrous. He was repeatedly trampled on by a dragon that was one head taller than him.

[Groan...]

Heavy rain poured down in the aftermath of the explosion of magic in all forms. Bunhelier was submerged in the formed lake and could barely raise his head. His large eyes, which were golden as if they contained the sun, were dyed black. They were projecting the black Breath that was flying right in front of him.

Bunhelier’s view of the landscape spun around. He was hit by Nevartan’s Breath, which continued flying to devastate the mountain range that had been created around Bunhelier’s crash site. His head spun several times. A normal creature would’ve had his neck bones completely crushed to death.

[Bunhelier. I know you are pitiful and pathetic. You are a product of inferiority that makes misjudgments every time. It is worthless to point out all the mistakes you have made, for every mistake is the result of incompetence.]

The years of insanity and wandering. Nevartan didn’t consider it a great waste. It was because he knew his value was immutable. No tricks or time could detract from the ‘I’ that he declared. This was the heart of an Old Dragon.

‘A being that even the Absolutes look up to.’

Metatron read Nevartan’s mind and shuddered. They noticed that the reason why the Old Dragon didn’t confront Chiyou wasn’t because they lacked courage.

‘...Then why?’

Why did Trauka, who ran around uncontrollably and hunted the gods of Asgard, avoid a confrontation with Chiyou? What external force was at work? Was there such a thing as an external force that could control the Old Dragons?

Metatron was filled with new questions when they suddenly came to their senses. It was due to the disturbance caused by Bunhelier. The sight of Bunhelier struggling to raise his submerged body in the lake resembled a creature rolling around in the mud. How could it be the same Old Dragon...?

This was the cause of his misjudgment...

Eventually, Bunhelier shouted at Metatron, who hated and resented him.

[Useless angel...! How long are you going to be mesmerized?]

“”......””

What shamelessness did this creature have to ask for cooperation? Metatron wondered before soon coming to a conclusion. They noticed that low self-esteem and the resulting nervousness and victim mentality had helped shape Bunhelier’s unconventional personality.

‘He looks like Zeratul.’

Just in time, a report arrived that Zeratul hoped to join the Overgeared World. It was predicted that Grid wouldn’t reject him. Metatron’s heart swelled.

‘He is truly God the Father.’

A god who didn’t hate those who were lacking and instead gathered them. Metatron truly admired Grid. They highly appreciated the fact that Grid gave such an insignificant Bunhelier the chance to defeat Baal with him.

‘Therefore, the Goddess supported Grid.’

The first time they saw Grid, Metatron recognized it immediately. The blessing of the Goddess on Grid. It had been a force that supported Grid since he was only the lowest status being. It would’ve helped Grid overcome all the trials he went through. Therefore, Metatron was favorable to Grid. Not only were they fascinated by Grid’s feats, but they also recognized Grid as a similar existence.

The Goddess’ apostle...

[This damn bastard...]

Bunhelier growled. He harbored hatred for Metatron, who ignored his pleas for help and had other thoughts.

Metatron ignored him to the end. It was judged that Bunhelier would die soon anyway. In reality—

was repeatedly condensing in front of Nevartan’s snout. At first glance, it was the precursor to more than a

but to think you would challenge me... in a sense, you have

was overlapped, dozens of Breaths formed a giant sphere.

absolute

me head-on without playing tricks is beyond

Flash!

of dark magic power, condensed like a giant planet,

is

Old Dragons to raise his level, which was at the limit, and

[Shit...]

power as Raiders, he would’ve gone back in time and not

[I want to complain!]

he had Trauka’s

through the bombardment of Breaths

[Why only me...!!]

Bunhelier cursed the fate that had been bestowed upon him. He didn’t blame Grid. Considering that person’s personality, it was

he couldn’t

knew what was happening with Grid. Nevertheless, he got into an accident. He was overconfident in the power he

is worse

refraction of light occurred in all directions. The trajectory of the

[...Hmm?]

stream of blood flowed from Bunhelier’s cheek as he tilted his head. It was the aftermath of being cut by his own Breath, which was returned to

the

be avoided,

slightly as he felt

correct to interpret it as Hayate

Breaths of such power. It couldn’t be anyone

[I believed in...]

Grid. Bunhelier became energetic and was about to shout Hayate’s name, only to stop. It was due to the presence that appeared in front of his eyes. The identity of the great being who reflected Nevartan’s Breaths and nullified the will of an Old Dragon wasn’t Hayate. It was a ‘kin’ with transparent glass-like scales and even a lower status,

[...What? Hayate was Cranbel?]

had just been ready to die. Bunhelier, who was

Bunhelier was momentarily confused in the face of an improbable, transcendent

“”......?””

only one shaken

one of the names that appeared as ‘someone to be familiar with’ after their long period of

actually a dragon...? How many of your own kind have

You are a noble child. Why do

appearances. He wasn’t obsessed with the ‘result’ of Cranbel interfering

Cranbel didn’t budge.

most of the

a brief and concise

except for the dragon lairs, belonged to

position was

you owe

That is right. I almost bothered Grid.

explosion. It was likely that several human villages hundreds of kilometers from here

Why are you

was Bunhelier whose life was saved, but Nevartan recognized that he had been helped. It

of God. Didn’t you intend