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.

form, halted in the

was sitting cross-legged, waiting

I’m really envious

the day, he was still human,

snorted. “This foolish

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

stand a chance just because I am

“Not at all...”

stumbled like was drunk. He held the Broken Sword and

I will try to hinder

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.

goal was Trauka. A top dragon eating an old dragon?

because you want to? You don’t

across the face of

couldn’t wait to completely annihilate the

wish didn’t come

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

he used his strongest attack from

covered in the light of the setting sun unfolded. Countless swords floated in the air all the way to the

of his sword

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

a complete mental world, meaning that the caster’s mental

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

when he thought of

in one too

Kubartos’ face became even

“This place is spacious.”

the small space into a wilderness,

know that your mind can collapse if

more than used

swords. Some didn’t respond to

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

disappeared

the blades piercing and stabbing his whole body. As soon as he closed

humans are

with the dragons’

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

along with the

***

An unnecessarily large space.

much he ran, so he was becoming more and more annoyed. He was particularly impressed by the fact that

anyone in the whole world so crazy that they’d dare

“...Hmm.”

suddenly shut up. He reminded himself that he

Revola interpreted it differently.

be too hard

think I’m blaming myself? Are you crazy? I

have no recollection of Grid showing

he meant though

It was natural.

who didn’t care whether others lived or died,

it. He just wanted

make me laugh. You helped us without

Kubartos because