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,

well—just like Nevartan, he called the Refractive Dragon ‘God.’ He acknowledged

the Refractive Dragon

of destruction was the god of dragons. It wasn’t recorded

of it, surprisingly, dragons don’t hurt humans. I wonder if this habit stems from the attitude of the Refractive

to say that the Refractive Dragon was born because

to help humans? Such a

that was swept up in all sorts of

the end, a great and perfect dragon would’ve been seen as the last hope and would be suitable as the last

a little bit

think, but at least for me...

of the Old Dragons. From a human point of view, their hierarchy couldn’t be broken, even if it

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

have no

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

way of speaking just

now, I think anyone would’ve said

to argue about morality, stop it. Cranbel didn’t stop Nevartan’s Breath because

sky as a battlefield

we can’t afford to sit still

by adjusting the angle of the Breaths and beams, but that was only possible when they had room to breathe.

a dragon and an angel. Both were eligible to

have a different idea.

the tower that takes dragons as their main

“......”

you forgotten that you

smile on his face as he calmly explained the reason,

need for any more

the sword at

and turned to Biban,

“”God Grid’s presence...””

a dragon weapon made in the

technique and divinity of Only One God Grid—this was the framework of Broken Sword. The presence was

poured out toward

of God Grid, it is right for you to show

misrepresented Grid’s favor toward them. It was the limit of the species, an archangel. They obviously looked down

to whom?

The tip of the broken blade was aimed

go all out from the

battle. The angel with 18 pairs of wings had a combat power

world soared up. It had speed and power despite

was immediately split

“”Kuek...””

was too large to avoid. It was blocked, but defense was useless. It was a completely different power from previous worlds.

their body, which had been cut in half, immediately regained its full form. It wasn’t the concept of ‘reversing’

two. It was the result of the two halves of the

possess the

the providence of the Trinity, which pursued perfection. It was a miracle completed with perfection. Among the gods of Asgard, it was a miracle that only Rebecca, Judar, and Dominion could

one

to kill Metatron unless dozens of Breaths were overlapped, i.e. what Nevartan did. Attacking halfway would only give Metatron more power.

The doubled halos greatly expanded the range