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.

polymorphed into human form, halted

was sitting cross-legged,

you back already? I’m really

of the day, he was still human, and that was obvious from the wounds that hadn’t yet healed on his inherently

“This

sneer flowed out when he thought about Biban’s intentions for waiting in this

a chance just because I

“Not at all...”

stumbled like was drunk. He held the Broken Sword and

I will try to hinder you as much as I

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 of Grid’s greatest enemies,

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

you blocking me just because you want to? You don’t know who you are up

across the face of the handsome blond-haired

annihilate

his wish didn’t

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

his strongest

setting sun unfolded. Countless swords floated in the air all the way

pointed the tip of his

an overwhelming sight. However, Kubartos still scoffed at it. He confirmed that

complete mental world, meaning that the caster’s mental strength wasn’t

Fire Dragon Trauka and was still suffering from the aftereffects of such a fight. The shock of not being able to prevent Hayate’s death

he thought of Grid, who

in one too many ways

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

collapse if your

more than

Some didn’t respond to Biban, but the

the setting sun. This was a close-range attack with nearly infinite mind swords. Biban’s level of threat was much

smile disappeared

the unavoidable tens of thousands of sword attacks, the blades piercing and stabbing his whole body. As soon as he closed

humans are

He was fed up with the dragons’ ignorant fighting style of utilizing their overwhelming

chest and lost consciousness for

along with

***

An unnecessarily large space.

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 particularly impressed by

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

“...Hmm.”

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

Revola interpreted it differently.

too hard

blaming myself? Are you crazy? I can

have no recollection of Grid showing any grace

though

It was natural.

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

because he enjoyed it. He

us without receiving

against Kubartos because I