Overgeared

“You say we’ve always taken things away from others...? You’re so arrogant for a mortal.”

From among the tumultuous cultivators, an old man with a white beard reaching to his ankles flew in and slapped Lauel. He used such little force in the strike that it couldn’t even kill a bug, but the impact was still powerful.

Lauel’s face was ruined. His skin peeled off, his nose broke, and his cheekbones caved in. The old man snorted. Lauel fell to the ground, covered in blood. The cultivator stepped on him hard enough to break his spine.

“You enjoyed reigning over everything because the world you lived in is so small and insignificant. It must have been easy earning other people’s respect in a world where petty mortals fought each other. But don’t you have to face reality now? We are cultivators, and we are your enemies. We will kill you all soon. Your proud empire will become nothing but ruins. We can afford to lose the Full Moon Fortresses. As long as the cultivating world is united, we can take over this land with its inconsequential history. Just like this.”

The old man mocked Lauel, who was wriggling like a worm beneath his foot. The cultivator moved his fingers and generated a series of yellow, green, and blue lights. The Tomb of the Gods, which had turned into ashes and only the dark deck remained, was now covered with soil where rivers flowed and vegetation grew. A large lake formed between mysterious pine trees, and a rainbow appeared.

It looked like the Peach Blossom Spring where the daoist immortals lived.

The ruined Tomb of the Gods took on a new form thanks to the old man’s earth, water, and wood mystical arts. He grinned.

“Now, let me ask you this instead. How does it feel to be robbed of everything?”

The cultivators had been caught off guard, and now all the Full Moon Fortresses were in danger. However, the old man had lived for tens of thousands of years. He knew the difference in power between cultivators and mortals. Right now, that monster, Grid, was gone.

Even if the mortals assembled an army of millions, it would be impossible for them to capture all the Full Moon Fortresses. This was the logical conclusion, not just wishful thinking. Even if another very powerful individual showed up and destroyed all the Full Moon Fortresses, the cultivators could afford to take their time and restore them.

By controlling the Overgeared Empire and enslaving the mortals to collect the required materials, they could build new Full Moon Fortresses in a few hundreds of years.

Other cultivators, who had been appalled by Lauel’s confident attitude, were slowly regaining their composure.

“This is reality. You mortals can’t change anything with your capabilities. Even if you sacrifice yourselves, your deaths will be meaningless.”

The old man stared into Lauel’s eyes. He expected his opponent to be afraid at the thought of dying and react viciously seeing the Tomb of the Gods turn into the Peach Blossom Spring.

In fact, Lauel’s eyes were twitching. The old man liked seeing him suffer. However, he didn’t feel relieved. He had the feeling that something was off.

‘...Is he not afraid?’

For a cultivator to improve their cultivation, they needed to gain a lot of knowledge. There was a limit to simply reading the technique books and training by themselves. Thus, the old man had killed a lot of people. Because he’d fought and won against so many others, he had a lot of combat knowledge. Whenever he killed someone, he saw resentment, emptiness, and despair in their eyes.

But there were no emotions in Lauel’s eyes. He trembled from pain, but he showed no signs that he feared his imminent death.

There was something Lauel believed in...

The old man noticed this and hurriedly shouted at the other cultivators.

“Hurry up.”

half the cultivators, especially those with a high realm, left using wind or thunder mystical arts and

succeed in defending their respective Full Moon Fortresses,” the

Lauel’s eyes were still emotionless. The old man tilted his

life even if you die. But you will suffer a huge setback if

could be revived even if

the players’ resurrection system, because they knew that the players got penalized greatly if they died. This was why the old man didn’t understand Lauel’s behavior, who was

Lauel asked in a cracked voice. Every time

toxic guy. The old man had never seen someone so calm despite having his

Lauel. He didn’t bother killing him. He

man examined the two hundred or so cultivators who were still there and realized he was the only

“Yes, sir.”

of the Gods. Who didn’t want a flying ship so huge that a city or fortress

how

Rumble...

as if an earthquake was occurring. There were ripples in the rivers and lake created by the

“...What?”

the rivers and the lake, quickly taking the form of the city that the cultivators had

How ridiculous. This couldn’t happen

midst

[You have died.]

had not drunk a potion, even though

you want to

resurrection point

'Yes.'

notification window to be updated. He was

ash pillar rose

Flash!

reappeared just fifty meters away

“......?”

bewilderment

can’t leave the base,” Lauel

many times you can

beard forced himself to laugh. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening, so he tried to

Lauel could react, the old man’s hand was about to grab

Flash!

Flash flash!

of flashes occurred all around Lauel... No, there were at least tens of thousands of beams of light. The old man threw himself backward and activated his protective shield, but it was too

half. Braham, Euphemina, and Sariel, wrapped in Zik’s runes, attacked the old man. Mir,