Overgeared

“It is ridiculous...”

The blue dragon looked perplexed as he stared at Herut’s group that left. His blue eyes were still big and clear. Even in unexpected situations, they exuded an upright brilliance without any wavering. Anyone who saw it could tell that they were the eyes of a good man. It seemed that he would always uphold morality and do only good deeds.

Grid cocked his head and looked at the blue dragon. He tried to let go of any prejudice in anticipation of a second Herut. However, he shouldn’t thoughtlessly have any expectations. It was almost a stroke of luck that Grid met Herut today.

“You started out as an ordinary human being and ended up interacting with Old Dragons. Your temperament is eccentric and generally uncontrollable, creating such bizarre variables.”

Blue Dragon Revola started to define Grid.

“You must be an exceptional person in the world ruled by the Foreign God.”

Half of them had left, but there were still 12 dragons that slowly surrounded Grid.

“You are someone who can’t be appeased and can’t be ignored. It is right to continuously kill you and undermine your status.”

The moment Revola came to this conclusion, Grid was perfectly trapped by the weapons flying from 11 directions.

The weapons that resembled miniature dragon tails—some bent, some expanded, some pulled and some exploded. They were all very diverse. It came from all directions so it was possible to deliver a series of follow-up blows to Grid. This meant Grid was sucked into a vortex of blades. 11 weapons imprisoned him.

“There is no point in petty tricks.”

Revola stabbed his weapon at Grid. Thick ice barriers were raised on all sides around him. There was a thick chill that spread through the air. He blocked the use of Shunpo from the point when he decided to kill Grid.

Then flames rose from Grid’s body. The Red Phoenix’s fire and the White Tiger’s Posture made him even stronger. As a result, Revola’s strike couldn’t pierce Grid’s forehead which had two invisible helmets stacked on top of each other.

Revola wasn’t surprised. He knew that humans from the foreign world could hide their helmet due to Morpheus’ protection. He was talking about the ‘turn off helmet’ option in the system settings. Grid enjoyed the privileges of a player, while the dragons had a perfect grasp of players.

Just then, a rain of steel poured down from the ceiling of the cave.

Most of the weapons that Grid made so far indiscriminately invaded the Old Dragon’s lair.

It was quite a surprise but the group of dragons didn’t relax their grip on the weapons binding Grid. There was no way that their Absolute Defense could be breached by weapons like this falling alone, so they stood firmly like a great mountain.

“......!”

Some dragons showed consternation on their faces. Not only did their Absolute Defense shake the moment the steel rain bombardment struck, but the weapons forged with magic shattered to pieces again.

restraints. He

They were particularly confident in their

that the situation would become more difficult if his defense dropped further here. He used Power of Not Knowing Defeat without regret and then used Turning the World

the aftermath of two dragons being crushed to

able to breathe and used

Hands were significantly less powerful than the sword dances performed by Grid. However, this wasn’t a very important fact. The number of God Hands was over 300. In the midst of the pouring bombardment, the

the rain of

scales, they could only rely on their Absolute Defense. Once their Absolute Defense was breached, the only thing that could be

easy to pierce through even that, but... they perceived the opponent was a threat. Thanks to this, Grid

green dragon swatted it away with his hand, but Grid took advantage of the gap he showed for that

“Cough...!”

went against nature. The absolute defense of the low-grade dragon was shattered by a single blow. The green dragon was cut to pieces and thrown against the wall, causing him to cough up blood. His complexion

with the weak

blue and brown dragons. They always wore ice and soil around their bodies as armor, so they looked very strong at a glance. He wasn’t confident that he could

were an Absolute species. They were divided into low, intermediate, and top ranks, but it was basically convenient to

the extreme like human-born Absolutes or exercise extraordinary power like a god. They were just purely strong. If they had appeared

their main bodies. It would’ve been difficult

a Decoy, Grid opened his mouth as he was surrounded again, “Are you going to live as slaves

logic that faithfulness to one’s role is slavery is too big of a leap. Do you consider your people to be slaves too? If you find a man born as the son of a blacksmith, who inherits the smith and stays there for all his life, will you denigrate him as

history. Therefore, he used a blacksmith as an

blacksmith in the world is obliged to control

and became a shepherd. Would you accuse a child who controls the flock of sheep of being a slave? We can’t understand each other. You see us as

dreamed that a shepherd boy

mocking it with sarcasm? I’m

idea of convincing Revola. It was because he equated humanity with livestock. It was only natural from a dragon’s point of view. At this point, he wondered if Herut was the weird one. In the first place, if it was possible to change everyone’s minds with a few words,

the will

was very concerned about his facial expression management. He tried to make his words more dignified from now on. It was a minor psychological warfare. He hoped that the enemy would shrink back a

to expectations, the situation was good in many ways. Still, this didn’t change the fact that Grid was at a disadvantage. Dealing with not one or two, but 12 dragons at the same time wasn’t an easy task,

‘...That isn’t it?’;

sword. Every time the dragon group defended or counterattacked, several

the point where even Grid

again and finally fell down. His wavering gaze was full of confusion. He didn’t

brown dragon clicked his

“It is despicable.”

Breaths and anti-magic—the brown dragon understood that all of this was Grid’s goal. His suspicions inevitably deepened when he saw Nefelina, who was standing on Trauka’s neck with sad, wide eyes. In short, Grid not only coordinated the battlefield to his advantage, but he also held a hostage. He

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