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.

he survived, there would be serious

progress if I get

turned serious as the dying Judar

he earned the title of God of Magic and Wisdom for a

seemed to have lost all his magic, divine power, and other energies. Grid doubted Judar still had enough energy to activate the magic

Braham’s direction, but Braham shook

seems to be magic that Judar made in preparation for his death.I wonder if he is aiming to drag us

Judar, however, did not. Grid was just as puzzled as

isn’t aimed

killing Trauka. He would’ve prepared a back-up plan if he failed in his mission. The

magic would activate and bring Trauka down with him. Judar was aiming to gain

“Nefelina!”

Nefelina to his side and

kill a dragon. Grid might be 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

much, and I even resurrected the

they thought they also owed him a favor, he wanted to improve their relationship, even if it meant putting a lot of time into it. He felt hopeful recalling Nefelina’s

Judar was going to kill Trauka, and he

“Bah!”

The lair shook like it was about to be

[Grrrr....]

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

poured from Trauka’s eyes like he was crying. Judar realized

an apostle of this god, is just another

Baaaaaaang!

aside, the magic was completed. Faker emerged from Lord’s shadow, summoned shadow soldiers to form a barrier, and held Lord

the King of Shadows, but he couldn’t oppose Faker, who was the greatest assassin of this era. He was crushed

with deep resentment.

the only thing that mattered to him now was Lord. He wanted to curse out

couldn’t curse him at all. Faker

but he still didn’t feel safe. He extracted a large amount of

unfold, wanting to keep

Baaaang!

below. The ground on which people

“......!”

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

light emerged

of thousands of rocks floating in the 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

on his exhausted kin and refined a fake heart. Still, he couldn’t recover enough strength to handle the bombardment of blue rays emitted by the thousands

Judar’s body was

alive in the real world, where

words he had never

of light, stopped between Trauka and Judar and activated Transcend. Nefelina released a Breath while he swung his sword desperately along with the God Hands. Two flashes of black and hundreds