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—

of Nevartan’s snout. At first glance, it was the precursor to more than a dozen

I didn’t expect you to repent for your mistakes, but to think you would challenge me... in a sense, you have exceeded my predictions. Maybe I should commend

it was overlapped, dozens of Breaths formed a giant sphere. It was affected by Nevartan’s movement as he shook his

how many Breaths Nevartan created or how their power soared, they became an absolute

attitude of challenging me head-on without playing tricks is beyond forgiveness. Give up on any help.

Flash!

power, condensed like a giant planet,

This is real

which was at the limit, and all his stats rose. His body had become a bit bigger than before, so he reached Nevartan’s eye level to a certain extent. It was easy to

[Shit...]

the same power as Raiders, he would’ve gone back in

[I want to complain!]

he had

bombardment of Breaths and bitten Nevartan

[Why only me...!!]

didn’t blame Grid. Considering that person’s personality, it was unlikely Grid would’ve deliberately ignored his request for

couldn’t

got into an accident.

worse than

was over. As Bunhelier’s resentment was directed at the tower members, who never showed up, a refraction of light occurred

[...Hmm?]

tilted his head. It was the aftermath of being

the

which couldn’t be

slightly as he

is correct to

Old Dragon. It was also an existence who reflected dozens of Breaths of such power. It couldn’t be

[I believed in...]

to help him, a fellow colleague of 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

[...What? Hayate was Cranbel?]

just been ready to die. Bunhelier, who

Old Dragon? Bunhelier was momentarily confused in the face of

“”......?””

was the only one

the names that appeared as ‘someone to be familiar with’ after their

the Dragon Slayer is actually a dragon...? How many of your own kind have you been preying

noble child. Why do

Bunhelier and the angels showed disgraceful appearances. He wasn’t obsessed with the ‘result’ of Cranbel interfering with him and was instead interested in why Cranbel

Cranbel didn’t budge.

is because most of the surface is Grid’s

brief and concise

the dragon lairs, belonged to Grid. Of course, the dragons didn’t have to be conscious of this, especially the Old Dragons. It was because the ground they stepped

Nevartan’s position was

don’t you owe

I almost bothered

had just assessed the extent of the Breath’s explosion. It was likely that several human villages hundreds of kilometers from

Why are

whose life was saved, but Nevartan recognized that he had been helped. It showed how much he valued his

power of God. Didn’t you