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

them will succeed in defending their respective Full Moon

The old man tilted

heard that you will come back to life even if you die. But you will

with the concept. As long as their nascent soul escaped safely, a cultivator could be revived even if their body was torn to pieces.

that they weren’t jealous of 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,

are you...?” Lauel asked in a cracked voice. Every time he opened his mouth, blood and viscera

pretty toxic guy. The old man had never seen someone

didn’t bother killing him. He wanted Lauel to suffer for as long as

there and realized he was the only great ascension cultivator left. He ordered

“Yes, sir.”

really wanted the Tomb of the Gods. Who didn’t want a flying ship so huge that

and see how to get the ship moving.

Rumble...

occurring. There were ripples in the rivers and lake created by the old man.

“...What?”

Buildings soared from the rivers and the lake, quickly taking the form of

managed to restore itself? How ridiculous. This couldn’t happen even in the immortal world, let alone the cultivation

midst

[You have died.]

had not drunk a potion, even though he

want to

current resurrection point

'Yes.'

notification window to be updated. He was

ash pillar rose when Lauel

Flash!

reappeared just fifty meters away from where he had

“......?”

in bewilderment because he

am the commander. I can’t leave the base,”

how many times you can resurrect,

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

man’s hand was about to

Flash!

Flash flash!

around Lauel... No, there were at least tens of thousands of beams of light. The old

shield in half. Braham, Euphemina, and Sariel, wrapped in Zik’s runes, attacked the old man. Mir, Ken, the Apostles, the Tower members,