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.

it is believed that the Silver Dragons, not Cranbel specifically, inherited

the Refractive Dragon ‘God.’ He acknowledged the existence

Refractive Dragon

strange. His mind became complicated over the fact that the god who appeared and helped humanity whenever it was on the verge of destruction was the god of dragons. It wasn’t recorded because he appeared

wonder if this habit stems

Refractive Dragon was born because dragons

to help humans? Such

Biban’s mind, that was swept up in all sorts of questions, and

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

also only know a little bit about

I fathom God? I don’t know what the other Old Dragons think, but at least for me... embracing

world was a trivial matter for the Old Dragons. They were still alive when Yatan destroyed the world. It was the hierarchy of the Old Dragons.

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

you have no

at Bunhelier, who declared that he was

humor? Your way of speaking just now

think anyone

stop it. Cranbel didn’t stop Nevartan’s

his gaze to the prey. The angel and dragon were using the vast sky as a battlefield and coloring the world with a

that we can’t afford to sit still

beams, but that was only possible when they had room to breathe. If Cranbel, who would

dragon and an angel. Both were eligible to be

a different

A member of the tower that takes dragons as their main enemies, and even

“......”

you forgotten that you

Biban stared at Bunhelier with disbelief. On the other hand, Hayate had a smile on his face as he calmly explained the reason, “It is because I know

need for any more

the sword

paused while fighting and turned to

“”God Grid’s presence...””

a dragon weapon made

Trauka, the mental world of the Sword God, and the technique and divinity of

out toward Biban and

that God Grid is like me. Since you are servants of God Grid,

them. It was the limit of the species, an archangel. They obviously looked down

similar to whom? Cheeky

Broken Sword. The tip of the broken blade was aimed

have to go all out

in a one-on-one battle. The angel with 18 pairs of wings

blade that divided the world soared up. It had speed and

immediately split

“”Kuek...””

defense was useless. It was a completely different

shuddered and used Heal. Then their body, which had been cut in half, immediately regained its full form. It wasn’t the concept of ‘reversing’ such as recovery,

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

the most

restoration of Metatron, which resulted in proliferation, was in accordance with the providence of the Trinity, which pursued perfection. It was a miracle completed with perfection. Among the gods of Asgard,

one

feasible. There was no way to kill Metatron unless dozens of Breaths were overlapped, i.e. what

became two 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. It wasn’t just Biban and Cranbel. Bunhelier and