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.”

especially those with a high realm, left using wind or thunder mystical arts and headed for the Full Moon Fortresses, which were currently under

on stand-by at the fortresses... Many of them will succeed in defending their respective Full Moon Fortresses,” the old man

still emotionless. The old man tilted his head,

heard that you will come back to life even if you die. But you will suffer a huge setback

soul escaped safely, a cultivator could be revived even if their body was torn to pieces. They could cheat death

that the players got penalized greatly if they died. This was why the old man didn’t understand Lauel’s behavior, who was calm even though the

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

toxic guy. The old man had never seen someone

and turned away from Lauel. He didn’t bother killing him. He wanted Lauel to

realized he was the only great ascension

“Yes, sir.”

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

to try and see how to get the ship

Rumble...

Gods shook as if an earthquake was occurring. There were ripples in the

“...What?”

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

How ridiculous. This

the midst of the

[You have died.]

not drunk a potion, even though he was seriously

want to be

current resurrection point

'Yes.'

without waiting for the notification window to be updated. He was

rose when Lauel

Flash!

just fifty meters away from where

“......?”

were watching Lauel in bewilderment because he had come back to

commander. I can’t leave the

how many times you

with the white beard forced himself to laugh. He couldn’t make

Lauel could react, the old man’s hand

Flash!

Flash flash!

Lauel... No, there were at least tens of thousands of beams of light. The old man threw himself backward and activated

wrapped in Zik’s runes, attacked the old man. Mir, Ken, the Apostles, the Tower members, and the Overgeared