Overgeared

‘What a ridiculous monster...!’

Braham unexpectedly stood alongside the Old Dragons and didn’t have time to organize his thoughts. It was because he was immediately on the defensive.

The weapon thrown by Chiyou was flying through dozens of layers of magic circles. The magic circles, built by the Old Dragons themselves, were destroyed with just the barbaric and primitive act of ‘throwing.’

Chiyou’s weapon broke through Braham’s hastily erected shields one after another, losing momentum before stopping only five centimeters away from Braham’s face. This was possible because the power was greatly weakened while piercing through Raiders’ magic circles.

[This hurts my pride.]

Raider’s eyes gradually cooled down as he watched the weapon return to its owner after destroying the magic circles. Gold eyes that seemed to have collected and filled with all the gold that existed in the world—it felt cold, just like metal. The chill gave Braham the illusion of being chilled to the bone.

Nevartan and Chiyou were intertwined. Nevartan’s claws took advantage of the gap in which Chiyou was empty-handed and knocked on Chiyou’s self-defense.

The divinity rising from Chiyou’s body was even stronger than a dragon’s Absolute Defense. It only shook like a wave after being hit by a giant claw and showed no signs of being destroyed. It would appear invincible even in the eyes of most Absolutes.

Of course, Braham wasn’t someone to quickly talk about invincibility.

The God of Wisdom—his wisdom, visualized as an infinite library in his mental world, was like a great sea. He was already devising ways to target Chiyou’s self-defense from various angles.

However, Raiders was the one who got the answer first.

A Gold Dragon—the rumor that he was the wisest among the Old Dragons, who awakened to providence from the moment they were born, was true.

The moment Raiders activated a certain magic, Chiyou’s divinity shook like wildfire. Eventually, his self-defense was shattered. Nevartan’s claws dug into Chiyou’s back and waist, inflicting deep wounds.

‘Did he integrate magic into the flow of divinity?’

Braham had a vague understanding of Raiders’ tactic.

A structure that arose when Chiyou’s divinity formed the framework of his self-defense. Raiders created the exact same structure using magic power and overlaid it over Chiyou’s self-defense. It was magic power imprinted with hundreds of dense destruction spells. It caused a series of destruction in response to the flow of divinity.

At this point, he didn’t even feel the need to shoot a Breath. There was no reason to rely on intuitive attacks when magic alone exerted significant power and was highly usable. It was the inherent greatness of magic.

The golden scales caught Braham’s eye and he realized that Raiders was just as ridiculous a monster as Chiyou.

‘...I already knew this.’

Braham felt like he had fallen to the wrong place in another world, but this actually made him become calmer. He quickly controlled his confused mind and cast magic. It was a chant intended to replicate the magic of Raiders, which was like a miracle. He didn't copy it based on flimsy speculation. As long as it was magic, the God of Magic could understand and reproduce it perfectly.

Nevartan, who had been attacking Chiyou in succession, glimpsed the restored self-defense skill. This made him admit his own mistake. The cost of the failed attack was high. He would

changed. Chiyou’s left arm, which held his weapon in reverse as he tried to counterattack, ended up bent in a strange direction. It was caused by his self-defense skill

arm was quickly restored as he shifted his attention to Braham. The power to force a proper competition was making this possible

heart of a magician. The pain was so great that thinking was impossible. He bent over and coughed up dark red blood. It was as if he was about to vomit out all

divinity wasn’t at a level that a transcendent could withstand. If it wasn’t

“Shi...t...”

noble bloodline couldn’t care about his reputation and screamed out profanities. He hated himself for not feeling something strange when he saw that Raiders didn’t use this magic continuously. Of course, he felt more joy

became aware of it. [You deserve

being qualified with a subspecies. The moment Braham became aware of this face, he realized a chance in himself. The quality of his magic power itself had increased. Rather, the term evolution was correct. It felt like the mana of the atmosphere was absorbed with every breath and transformed into a completely different

“......”

due to the unbearable pain,

better to kill him now.] Nevartan, who was pushed back after exchanging dozens of blows with Chiyou, spoke without hesitation. He was about to engulf Braham

first.] Raiders calmed

he was hostile to them, but... it was a situation where the enemy of an enemy was an

agreed. Braham was starting to harbor some ominous potential, but this potential was only a possibility. He was still insignificant compared to Chiyou, who was acting as a natural

Raiders and Nevartan re-established a

before. Even Grid, the Dragon Knight, had never worked together

the world watched

the truth that couldn’t

in the sky and thunder

Thump!Thump!Thump!

strong. His organs and mana core were repeatedly pounded, shaking his entire body. It was proactive and violent, as if trying

this was the most important moment of his

he be swept away by the rampaging magic power and reduced to a mindless monster or would he firmly step foot on the threshold of an Absolute...?

battle between Chiyou and

and ran wild with excitement. He swung his

occurrence and recovery of rounds

divinity was

which Raiders cast his magic was also slowing down. A dragon’s magic power was infinite and he could cast magic non-stop, but the magic that smashed Chiyou’s self-defense caused the caster tremendous pain

He created new magic in real-time and deployed it according to the situation in

time he unfolded his wings and spread them wide, he shot straight forward and tore Chiyou’s body apart. He continuously dealt pain to

like he was dead. By the time his half-smashed head was fully restored, he was repeatedly seriously injured by the pincer attacks

to deny the God of the Beginning, Rebecca—therefore, their innate

last

seems like that is the minimum time. It is a task that is completely overturning

a pain that the mental strength of a subspecies can’t bear. Is there any chance of a

[It is high.]

and Nevartan were waiting for Braham to join them. The moment Braham woke