Overgeared

The sky was terribly dark because it was encroached upon by Nevartan and Bunhelier’s magic power. Even the moonlight was blocked, so it wasn’t visible at all. The ecosystem was affected in real time. It resembled the hell that Baal distorted. Then—

“”Are you going to run away?””

Metatron couldn’t tolerate it. The darkness split and scattered again and again along the trajectory of the rays shooting from their eyes and halo. The world was illuminated once again by moonlight, starlight, and all types of nature and materials that reflected Metatron’s divinity.

“...You are strong,” Biban stated. It was close to admiration.

A man called a god despite being human—he had achieved great achievements with the one swordsmanship technique he honed his whole life and had eyes that weren’t satisfied with the incompetence of others. However, he wasn’t stingy toward Metatron.

The same was true of Hayate. He carefully observed the angel, who used their 18 pairs of wings from various angels to drive the dragon’s huge body. Finally, he praised it. “It seems there are few existences in the world who can compete against this angel.”

“I agree. They would be classified as one of the best among the Absolutes.”

[It is true that the movements are strange and nimble due to the many wings, but that is all. That winged angel is a fool who couldn’t even breathe properly in front of Nevartan. Due to fear, they betrayed my grace in saving them.]

“They look a few levels higher compared to Raphael. Of course, we can’t take Raphael’s skills lightly. The more I thought about it, the more I feel that Asgard’s power is formidable.”

“It is reasonable because it is a dimension ruled by a God of the Beginning. Grid must’ve already predicted it.”

[That bastard who dismissed the favor of your colleague, an Old Dragon, as worthless. Are you going to let such an evil and lowly bastard who doesn’t know manners and ethics act like this?]

“......”

Hayate and Biban, who had been conversing while ignoring Bunhelier, finally shifted their attention to Bunhelier. Hayate expressed sympathy while Biban expressed disgust.

“By the way, why did you challenge Nevartan to a fight?”

[...I decided I had a chance.]

“Sir Hayate asked why you fought with Nevartan.”

[Didn’t I explain that it was because I knew I could win?]

“Is that really all?”

[Then what other reason should there be? My judgment wasn’t wrong. If that winged bastard had helped me and your support had been a bit faster, Nevartan’s heart would’ve been digesting in my stomach by now. This would’ve made Grid’s authority much stronger and the Martial God wouldn’t hastily attack Grid again.]

“......”

As expected, there was nothing good about being colleagues. Biban’s expression that was showing his disappointment with Bunhelier changed along the way. Perhaps the evil and selfish villain in front of him was trying to do something ‘for Grid’...

‘As a result, he just got in the way... well, he can’t help being clumsy.’

In general, dragons were creatures that lived alone all their lives. Additionally, due to their overwhelming abilities and powers, they perceived themselves as the center of the world. They didn’t know how to live together with others. It was a learning process, just like Bunhelier now.

“I understand why you are sorry. But even if we had joined forces, we wouldn’t have been able to help against Nevartan.” It was a pointless loss to obsess over meaningless regrets. Hayate made Bunhelier aware of reality and changed the subject. His eyes were fixed on Cranbel, who was having a fierce battle with Metatron. “In that sense, his ability to stop Nevartan’s Breath is astounding. Is Cranbel really related to the Refractive Dragon?”

The Refractive Dragon might be real...

Hayate had observed several dragons for countless years and had speculated this. Recently, through Grid, he learned about what the Great Robber of the Red Night had been collecting and was almost certain about the existence of the Refractive Dragon. Then today—

He witnessed the sight of Nevartan’s dozens of Breaths being reflected by Cranbel, who possessed the noblest character and strength among the top dragons, and who had scales that often became transparent. The performance of Cranbel, who was thought to be the descendant of the Refractive Dragon due to the characteristics of his scales, raised reasonable doubts in Hayate. Was he really a descendant of the Refractive Dragon?

Bunhelier answered in a surprisingly obedient manner to Hayate, who couldn’t take his eyes of Cranbel.

believed that the Silver Dragons, not Cranbel specifically, inherited

the Refractive Dragon ‘God.’ He acknowledged the existence of the

Refractive

appeared and helped humanity whenever it was on the verge of destruction was the god of dragons. It wasn’t recorded because he appeared only at the end of the world, making him unknown to the vast majority of people. What type of mentality did the last savior

of it, surprisingly, dragons don’t hurt humans. I wonder

the Refractive Dragon

dragons want to help

that was swept up in all sorts of questions, and

Dragon God, but the wishes of humanity. In the eyes of humans who are facing the

you also only know a

by Rebecca, but don’t know her. How can I fathom God? I don’t know what the other Old Dragons think, but at least for me... embracing God is just a part of my nature. I don’t

Old Dragons. They were still alive when Yatan destroyed the world. It was the hierarchy of the Old Dragons. From

a chance. I will rip off all of that winged bastard’s wings and kill them. I will

you have no

He didn’t look kindly at Bunhelier, who declared that he was going to

way of speaking

you now, I think anyone would’ve

morality, stop it. Cranbel didn’t stop Nevartan’s Breath

confirmed it and shifted his gaze to the prey. The angel and dragon were using the vast sky as a battlefield and coloring the world with a dazzling light. Silver Breaths and gold flashes

is also true that we can’t afford

but that was only possible when they had room to breathe. If Cranbel, who would soon be forced on the defensive, was forced to prioritize his safety over the civilians, then he would

a dragon and an angel. Both

have a different

the tower that takes dragons as their main enemies, and even a Dragon Slayer,

“......”

that you are also a

other hand, Hayate had a smile on his face as he calmly explained the reason,

need for

drew the

fighting and turned to Biban, even though no traces had

“”God Grid’s presence...””

weapon

the technique and divinity of

poured out toward

me. Since you are servants of God Grid, it is right for you

of the species, an archangel. They obviously looked down on human

is similar to

the Broken Sword. The tip of

to go all out from the

to guarantee victory in a one-on-one battle. The angel with 18 pairs of wings had a combat power that exceeded a top

up. It had speed

was immediately

“”Kuek...””

useless. It was a completely different power from previous worlds. It was all due to

immediately regained its full form. It wasn’t the concept of

the two halves

the most difficult

providence of the Trinity, which pursued perfection. It was a miracle completed with perfection. Among the gods of Asgard, it was a miracle

one way to

other words, it wasn’t feasible. There was no way to kill Metatron unless dozens of Breaths were overlapped, i.e. what Nevartan did. Attacking halfway would only give Metatron

and attacked Biban and Cranbel respectively. Since there were two of them, it was natural to play the role of two. The doubled halos greatly expanded the range of the bombardment, causing a torrential rain of divinity.