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.

having polymorphed into human form, halted in

sitting cross-legged,

I’m really envious

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

snorted. “This foolish

he thought about Biban’s intentions for

a chance

“Not at all...”

He held the Broken Sword and the ice sword in

will try to hinder you as much

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.

ultimate goal was Trauka. A top dragon eating an old dragon? He couldn’t even wrap his head around the consequences

to? You don’t know

smile spread across the face of the

annihilate the ‘swordsmanship’ that Biban believed

his wish didn’t

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

his strongest attack from

light of the setting sun unfolded. Countless swords floated in the air all the way to the horizon. They were the mind swords

tip of his sword

Kubartos still scoffed at it. He confirmed that some of the swords weren’t aimed at him. Plus, the blades of many of the mind swords

meaning that the caster’s

such a fight. The shock of not being able

when he thought of Grid, who must have

too

even wider. Biban’s mental

“This place is spacious.”

transformation of the small space into a wilderness, he could

know that your mind can collapse if

than used to being

mind swords. Some didn’t respond to Biban, but the

setting sun. This was a close-range attack with nearly infinite mind swords. Biban’s

disappeared from Kubartos’

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

humans are

with the dragons’ ignorant fighting

lost consciousness for a moment, though his will remained

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

***

An unnecessarily large space.

the lair was staggering. Zeratul couldn’t see the end no matter how much he ran, so he was becoming more and more annoyed. He was

breaking in? Was anyone in

“...Hmm.”

who had been swearing repeatedly, suddenly shut up. He reminded himself that he was stuck suffering in this

Revola interpreted it differently.

be too

Are you crazy? I

have no recollection of Grid showing any grace to

though was, ‘Unlike

It was natural.

The self-proclaimed Martial God, who didn’t care whether others lived or died, was running with someone,

he wasn’t doing it because he enjoyed it. He just wanted

me laugh. You helped us without

already explain that I helped against Kubartos because I was worried he