Overgeared

[Link]

[Perform a sword dance that symbolizes memories. The number of swings and the effect of the attack will change depending on the relationship you recall.

Skill Mana Cost: Depends on the number of sword swings.

Skill Cooldown Time: 90 seconds]

‘Um...?’

Grid frowned. Originally, Link was a sword dance that allowed him to dance like a butterfly. The number of attacks were supposed to be proportional to his speed. What did it mean by a sword dance that symbolizes memories?

Moreover, why did the number of attacks change depending on the relationship he remembered? Was it telling him to think of people’s faces every time he performed a sword dance?

‘The skill explanation is...’

It offended Grid. He quickly regained his composure after reflecting on Lord’s sword dance. Lord’s Link was different from his. It was more like a buff skill that empowered the people around him.

How did the child feel when using a skill such as this? The more Grid thought about it, the more satisfying it seemed. He also realized something important.

‘It seems this skill will prove to be quite a headache to use, but...’

He should accept that the sword dance had been changed to be influenced by a relationship that was important to him. After all, this was an understandable development.

‘Maybe it will prove to be quite useful, and I shouldn’t worry too much.’

Grid speculated that every time Link was activated, a list of friends or NPCS he had a high affinity with would pop up. He also believed the shape of the Link would change depending on the person he chose from that list. Originally, this skill had been an offensive sword dance, but Lord had changed its capabilities. Grid accepted that he was able to further amplify that capability.

Meanwhile, Braham was in great shock.

‘He is a monster.’

Traces of battle were evident everywhere around the lair. There were thousands of them, different in shape and size. However, Braham saw that many of them had been intentionally left behind by Judar.

Depending on how they were created, these were fragments of magic that could be used for large-scale spells. It was obvious that throughout the battle, Judar had calculated and controlled what kind of traces his attack would leave on which area in the battlefield. At the same time, he seemed to be very capable since he managed to keep up with Grid for even a little bit. These traces were something only Judar was capable of leaving behind.

‘He is the god of wisdom after all...’

Braham was deep in thought while trying to cast magic on the traces under his feet. Flames exploded, and Braham’s face instantly paled.

He gave an urgent warning to Grid.

-Judar has drawn a large magic circle.It’s already complete and cannot be destroyed or transformed. Don’t provoke him until we find out how to deal with this.

Braham shielded Lord, Faker, and Kasim in his shadow, before resuming his investigation on the traces. He was concentrating deeply, believing he had to succeed in deciphering Judar’s magic in order to become the true master of the title of God of Wisdom.

Grid glared at his ragged opponent. He could’ve killed Judar by slitting his throat immediately, but Braham’s warning made him hesitate. Moreover, killing the body didn’t prevent the soul from escaping. Thus, it was impossible for him to act hastily. He didn’t want to let Judar live.

stakes were too high. If he survived,

any case, it’s easier to progress if I get the god

as the dying Judar

seen through my magic. After all, he earned the title of God of Magic

magic, divine power, and other energies. Grid doubted Judar still had enough

glanced in Braham’s direction, but Braham shook

state.However, this seems to be magic that Judar made in preparation for his death.I wonder if he is aiming to drag us into the grave

knew how great Grid’s survival ability was. Judar, however, did not. Grid was just as puzzled as

isn’t aimed

plan if he failed in

fulfilling his goal, this magic would activate and bring Trauka down with him. Judar was aiming to gain more

“Nefelina!”

hesitating. He summoned Nefelina to his side and activated Dragon Knight.

cold-blooded, but he wasn’t evil. He might be terrible, but he wasn’t ungrateful. He had formed connections with the old dragons and developed quite an affinity

of dragons was a threat to humanity. He hoped the relationship between humans and dragons wouldn’t

so much, and

a favor, he wanted to improve their relationship, even if it meant putting a lot of time into

was pouring with avarice. Judar was going to kill

“Bah!”

Judar also understood what Grid’s intentions were. He snorted and cast a spell. The lair shook like it was about

[Grrrr....]

animal no matter the events unfolding around him. Now, he suddenly made a sound. He released a great deal of heat and killing intent, spreading to all corners of the lair. It wasn’t aimed at Grid, Judar, or the group

red light poured from Trauka’s eyes like he was crying. Judar realized something when he saw this

that was inputted in him by the foreign god? If even you, an apostle of this god, is just another actor performing on stage according to your predetermined

Baaaaaaang!

soldiers to form a barrier, and held Lord in

was once praised as the King of Shadows, but he couldn’t oppose Faker, who was the greatest assassin of this era. He was crushed by Faker’s shadow, and couldn’t emerge

with deep resentment. “Why

lost everything decades ago, the only thing that mattered to him now was Lord. He wanted to curse out Faker, who meddled with his efforts to protect

couldn’t curse him at

it to Lord’s side. He layered magic shields over Faker’s barrier, but he still didn’t

everything unfold, wanting to keep these

Baaaang!

The ground on which people were

“......!”

something, but it was hard to discern their words. They were all frightened, their scales and flesh turning bloody, melting away.

incandescent light emerged

air were reduced to ashes and disappeared in this light. Half the lair was gone before everyone could even react. Trauka roared and unfurled his huge wings as he was pierced and torn apart by the

a being of a higher hierarchy to easily prey on his exhausted kin and refined a fake heart. Still, he couldn’t recover

to spread, Judar’s body was

feel alive in the real world, where I can decide my

these words, words he had never

while he swung his sword desperately along with the God Hands. Two flashes of black