Overgeared

“He fought with such a terrifying monster.”

Muller’s words and deeds were rather light as he clicked his tongue.

The burning desert and the unconscious Biban—Muller didn’t show any signs of nervousness despite witnessing the situation on the battlefield.

Yet on the contrary, this was actually evidence that he was nervous. This was a common trait among the lone heroes who protected the world alone. They had a habit of trying to keep their surroundings from being agitated.

[You have suffered the ‘fracture’ abnormal condition.]

In the meantime, Kraugel was restoring his completely smashed right hand. It was the aftermath of using Space Sword.

Muller’s condition was much more serious. Therefore, Saintess Ruby’s healing skills were focused on him.

‘Both arms are broken. He suffered a bigger backlash since he aimed for the vital point.’

The Space Sword that ‘cut anything’ was the ultimate technique that led to the judgment that the Sword Saint was superior. No matter the target, they were almost always cut in half.

However, it asked if this caused instant death—this actually wasn’t the case.

Beings that couldn’t die easily due to the setting or the story, or terrain features that shouldn’t disappear, would either have the damage done by the Space Sword completely repaired or they were completely immune to it.

This was the protection of the system. A representative example was Garion, the God of the Earth. This meant that a dragon would never die after being cut by the Space Sword. It was right to say that it was the worst compatibility with the Sword Saint.

‘I should’ve advised you to aim for the arm or tail.’

It would’ve achieved significant results if Muller had wielded his Space Sword and aimed for Trauka’s limbs or other non-life-threatening body parts. However, Kraugel and Muller aimed for the head and the heart respectively.

Kraugel had the intention of slashing the Breath while Muller had the intention of killing Trauka. As a result, Muller wasted his Space Sword.

He couldn’t be blamed. Anyone could see that Trauka’s current state wasn’t normal. To add a bit of exaggeration, it wouldn’t be strange if he died right away. He was covered in wounds. His red and beautiful scales were all dented like broken mirrors.

If Kraugel wasn’t a player—if he hadn’t ‘recognized’ the absolute power of the system, he would’ve wielded Space Sword while aiming for the Dragon Heart.

Just then, a loud noise echoed from all parts of the airship. It was the sound of the tower members, apostles, and members of the Overgeared Guild jumping down. The one in the lead was the gray-haired Martial God Zeratul. Their expressions were determined as they rushed into the battlefield without any delay.

Kraugel’s expression was the same. He took a potion to help him recover from his broken bones. Then he followed his teammates while having a hunch: Hayate and Biban had sacrificed themselves in succession today—if they couldn’t kill Trauka, they would never get another chance to kill him...

***

Braham Eshwald—he moved to the East Continent after Grid and was ordered to guard a city. This caused him to waste quite a bit of time.

but some people were still unaware of this fact and committing strange acts. These same human beings plundered and killed human beings under the cover of the disturbance. It was purely to satisfy their petty greed

of this sense of alienation. He simply burned and killed all

“......”

magician who created new magic and was a god with two modifiers. He was the master of a great myth and even possessed the power of a direct descendant

to Braham. Therefore, Braham was nervous. He couldn’t

think it won’t be long

between the Martial God and Old Dragons with bated breath. His expression gradually darkened. It was because he was acutely aware of the gap between them and himself. He believed that he wasn’t far away when he was

“Shit...”

obscured by starlight due to the swirling magic

the power to extinguish the soul, but they were dodged at a distance that was as thin as a sheet of paper. It was truly a phenomenal

that didn’t mean

reaction was late. By the time he came to his senses, he couldn't completely avoid

situation from the beginning. This was no way he

at Raiders. It was like he was

He was deliberately avoiding doing anything that would increase his odds of survival. The originally rigged fight was blocked by Chiyou’s power to induce a ‘fair

that Nevartan’s Breath was also a threat. The attack that could inflict fatal wounds on Chiyou was Nevartan’s Breaths. Chiyou aiming at Nevartan first didn’t cause his

He wasn’t talking to himself. There was someone listening by his side. It was Sariel, who

fight as hard as he can in order to die... Chiyou is a mass of contradictions. He is completely out of

focused on combat right now that they didn’t notice Braham’s

intended to defeat Trauka on the mainland. Braham had

am the same.” However, Braham seemed oblivious to the urgency of the situation. He dragged out the time by talking nonsense. “There

“......?”

who was the strongest among the Absolutes, was very bizarre. It was beyond shameless. What’s more, doing it

crazy?’ Sariel was seriously thinking this, only to suddenly see something conspicuous in Braham’s red

finally smiled. “This contradiction isn’t

his own achievement of becoming a legend despite the power of his great lineage

efforts? He thought he was bringing himself down to the same level as the fools who lacked

that he had to be special. The results of his efforts

a contradictory existence. Braham himself

day. Why couldn’t he become an Absolute even though he was fully qualified? Maybe it was because he was a contradictory being. An Absolute must be perfect, so there should be no contradictions. He wondered if this type of providence ruled

Chiyou was proving

got the perfect

one thing

defect. There was only one reason why he

am slightly lacking in terms

to engrave his name on a giant myth. Above all, he was the teacher who taught magic to Grid, who

and briefly

bit lacking. He was

The answer was simple...