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 in the rapidly narrowing

was sitting cross-legged,

you back already? I’m really

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

snorted. “This

about Biban’s

you think you stand a chance just because

“Not at all...”

held the Broken Sword and the ice

hinder you

they allowed Kubartos to pursue, Revola would be preyed on. Most importantly, at the end of

an old dragon? He couldn’t even wrap his head around

because you want to? You don’t know who

spread across the face of the handsome

completely annihilate the ‘swordsmanship’

wish didn’t come

aware of the power the dragons possessed. He didn’t expect the same technique to work. After all, Kubartos

used his strongest attack from the very

wilderness covered in the 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 at

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

mental world, meaning that the

life against 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 faintly lingered in him. Of course, the recent memory of being overwhelmed

of Grid, who

been damaged in one too many ways to still be considered

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

“This place is spacious.”

to the transformation of the small space into a

mind can collapse if your mental world is

worry. I’m more than used to being

didn’t respond to Biban, but the power

a sunset light. The vast number of blades closely surrounding the giant, golden dragon were absorbing the setting sun. This was a

disappeared from Kubartos’

plunged toward the unavoidable tens of thousands 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

up with the dragons’ ignorant fighting

a terrible pain in his chest and lost consciousness for a moment, though

Biban, along with the

***

An unnecessarily large space.

no matter how much he ran, so he was becoming more and more annoyed. He was

to try breaking in? Was anyone in

“...Hmm.”

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

Revola interpreted it differently.

be too hard on

think I’m blaming myself? Are you crazy?

of Grid

meant though was,

It was natural.

carrying Revola on his back. The self-proclaimed Martial God, who didn’t care whether others lived or died, was running with someone, even a dragon who was considered an enemy, on his

it because he enjoyed it. He

us without receiving

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