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.

human form, halted in

cross-legged, waiting

back already? I’m

of a god. Though, at the end of the day, he was still human, and that was obvious from the wounds that hadn’t yet healed on his inherently

“This

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

you think you stand a chance

“Not at all...”

was surprisingly honest. He stumbled like was drunk. He held the Broken Sword and the

try to hinder you as

but to remain behind. 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 of Grid’s

eating an old dragon? He couldn’t even wrap

just because you want to? You don’t

spread across the face

wait to completely annihilate the ‘swordsmanship’ that Biban believed

wish

member, therefore he was aware of the power the dragons possessed. He didn’t expect the same technique to

his strongest attack

light of the setting sun unfolded. Countless swords floated in the air

pointed the tip of

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

complete mental world, meaning

such a fight. The shock of not being able to prevent Hayate’s death faintly lingered in him. Of course, the

he thought of Grid, who must

been damaged in one too many ways to still be considered

face became even wider. Biban’s mental world

“This place is spacious.”

the small space into a wilderness,

mind can collapse if

than

didn’t respond to Biban, but the power was

number of blades closely surrounding the giant, golden dragon were absorbing the setting sun. This was a close-range attack with nearly infinite mind swords.

disappeared

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 a

up with the dragons’ ignorant fighting style of utilizing

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

with the mind swords with distinct forms,

***

An unnecessarily large space.

scale of 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 particularly impressed by the fact that it had been

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.”

reminded himself that he was stuck suffering in this place because

Revola interpreted it differently.

too hard

myself? Are you crazy? I can see why

have no recollection of Grid showing any

though

It was natural.

was carrying Revola on his back. The self-proclaimed Martial God, who didn’t care whether others lived or died,

it because he enjoyed it. He just wanted to avoid Revola being

me laugh. You helped us without receiving any

that I helped against Kubartos because I was worried he