Overgeared

From the time that the dragons had formed their group, their society became somewhat similar to that of humans’.

Concepts such as lineage, faith, and status were recognized as important, compared to how these notions used to be regarded in the Age of Oblivion.

Thus, Kubartos realized that he was special.

The golden color of his scales, fitting for a ruler, symbolized sovereignty.

Due to the lineage that ruled ‘time,’ his group treated him in a special manner. He was able to do things on his own that others couldn’t, even if they worked together.

‘How can this happen...?

Kubartos’ eyes widened after losing his wings, and crashed down.

He felt confused by the situation. A fake Martial God banished from Asgard and a mere human swordsman, both of them exhausted, yet they still managed to cut off his wings.

He might not have been able to kill the silver-scaled Cranbel, who symbolized divinity, but he still fought and won. Then he’d returned, taking the hearts of three traitors, becoming even stronger. Yet, he still failed.

‘Did this happen because Revola’s hierarchy is unexpectedly close to a top dragon?’

It was so absurd that he didn’t even have time to feel shame. Kubartos slowly stood up, contemplating his condition.

His wings torn by the incomplete dragon killing energy were regenerating slowly. A large number of scales on his shoulder blades were also torn off.

It was repulsive. He had lost the dignity of a ruler.

Am I not good enough?

That couldn’t be.

Kubartos increased the regeneration speed by changing the properties of the dragon killing energy on his wound to gold. Then he considered what the root of the problem was. He easily arrived at a conclusion.

‘In the end, Trauka is the problem.’

Biban’s sword was made from Trauka.

Kubartos looked at Biban’s sword, which targeted him by changing its size every time. A sword made from the bones and scales of an old dragon, a weapon that was born because Trauka did Grid a favor, the result of a stupid misjudgment. In the front, the golden scales’ characteristic of nullifying the power of metal wasn’t fully exerted. He hated to admit it, but it was very intimidating.

‘It is best to kill Trauka as soon as possible.’

By killing the fire dragon, he would undermine the value of the name ‘Trauka.’ The best way to eliminate variables in future battles was to cause the weapons made from Trauka to lose their value.

Flap.

Kubartos made a decision then. He spread out his regenerated wings and took flight. He arrived shortly at the entrance of the lair and followed the trails of blood left by Zeratul’s group. It was easy to pursue them.

Moving through the intricate maze of Trauka’s lair using Shunpo wasn’t efficient at all. Zeratul’s group was exhausted and couldn’t cover too much ground.

‘Trauka, your death is inevitable.’

The old dragons. In the past, they failed to prevent Rebecca from sealing the refraction dragon. It was because of them that the Age of Oblivion commenced. Then, during that period of time, they took the lead in causing more accidents than any other dragons. They craved the power of their own kin, fell for Baal’s tricks and went crazy. Or they almost united the surface and Asgard by eating the roots of the World Tree...

Finally, they helped Grid in many ways and upset the balance of the world.

They were all bastards. Kubarrtos believed a generational change was very much needed, and Judar had promised to cooperate with him for this to be achieved.

Now, the timing was just right. The other old dragons couldn’t keep their eyes off the resurrected Hayate, while Cranbel and Trauka were half-dead. There was nothing left that could hinder Kubartos.

into human form, halted in

was sitting cross-legged, waiting for

I’m really

at the end of the day, he was still human, and that was obvious

“This

when he thought about Biban’s intentions

a chance

“Not at all...”

was drunk. He held the Broken Sword

I will try to hinder you as much as

Zeratul still needed time to restore his divinity. If they allowed Kubartos to pursue, Revola would be preyed on. Most importantly, at the end of the maze was Grid, who was probably on the brink of death. Biban couldn’t allow one

Kubartos’ ultimate goal was Trauka. A top dragon eating an old dragon? He couldn’t

you want to? You don’t know who you are up

the face of the handsome

couldn’t wait to completely annihilate the ‘swordsmanship’ that Biban

wish didn’t come

dragons possessed. He didn’t expect the same technique to work. After all, Kubartos was a gold dragon.

strongest attack

swords floated in the air all the way to

the tip of

the Sword God. It was an overwhelming sight. However, Kubartos still scoffed at it. He confirmed that some of the swords weren’t aimed at

world, meaning

fight. The shock of not being able to

increased when he thought of Grid, who must

in one too

smile on Kubartos’ face became even wider. Biban’s mental world also helped

“This place is spacious.”

the transformation of the small space into a wilderness, he could release Polymorph and

collapse if

I’m more than used to

didn’t respond to Biban, but the power

blades closely surrounding the giant, golden dragon were absorbing the setting

smile disappeared

of sword attacks, the blades piercing and stabbing his whole body. As soon as he closed the distance between him and his

humans are at a

fed up with the dragons’

felt a terrible pain in his chest and lost consciousness for a

swords, wielded by the unconscious Biban, along with the mind swords with distinct forms, slashed at

***

An unnecessarily large space.

couldn’t see the end no matter how much he ran, so he was becoming more and more annoyed. He was particularly impressed by the fact

weren’t expected to try breaking in? Was anyone in the whole world so crazy that they’d dare

“...Hmm.”

swearing repeatedly, suddenly shut up. He reminded himself that he was stuck suffering in this place because of some

Revola interpreted it differently.

too

blaming myself? Are you crazy? I can

have no recollection of Grid showing any grace

he meant though

It was natural.

didn’t care whether others lived or died, was running with

it. He

make me laugh. You helped us without receiving any

Kubartos because