Overgeared

Immortals used to be ordinary human beings. They had only reached their current state by giving up on their morals, cultivating their spiritual roots, studying thoroughly, not being afraid of having their body and honor stained by blood and filth, and repeatedly defying the natural order.

They were certainly as intelligent and strong as an Absolute, but most of them had somewhat human emotions. It was difficult to make rational judgments in front of the incomprehensible, even for those who had become as powerful as gods.

That was the case with the seven immortals now. They had ascended and become immortals to catch the old dragons, so they were only half-immortals because they had not chosen to stay in the immortal world after becoming immortals.

The amount of information they would gain after becoming immortals was as vast as an ocean, but they didn’t go through the process of acquiring it and accumulating their cultivation. They didn’t gain any new insights. Only their bodies became stronger, but they weren’t invincible.

To properly utilize the strength of an immortal, one needed to have a great deal of spiritual energy. The amount of spiritual energy flowing in the lower world was ridiculously insufficient compared to the immortal world. The immortals were heavily restricted here.

"Aghhh!"

The seven immortals rolled back their eyes in pain as the chain of sword dances slashed them. They couldn’t fight back. They couldn’t even get used to their status as true immortals, the weakest of the immortals, and couldn’t make it out of this dilemma.

The best they could do was blame their unnecessarily durable bodies that made them feel more pain than they should. They feared Grid and despaired that they had to go through excruciating pain instead of dying in a single blow. They were forced to experience being torn to shreds.

“The moment he gets on the dragon, his aura changes...! Is this a trick of the demon cultivators?”

The female immortal no longer felt hopeless and instead felt extremely angry. She used anger to dilute the fear and pain that she was experiencing for the first time in her life and narrowly avoided some of the waves of purple sword energy.

She fiercely swung her spear. Her opponent was forced to dodge her weapon so as to not take massive damage. She gracefully thrust it in an attempt to separate Grid from Raiders.

[This idiot can’t figure out who she is up against.]

Raiders’ intent was carved all around them. He was angry, which was a rare occurrence.

[You ran away without ever looking back. You have no sense of shame...!]

The intent of the female immortal pushed back against Raiders’. It engulfed the old dragon’s anger with her even greater anger. She seemingly didn’t tolerate the fact that the golden dragon, who was supposed to be her prey, had become powerful by teaming up with Grid.

In response to their master’s will, the mystical characters went on a rampage. They spun tightly around the silver spear and let out a vicious roar. The stronger the rotational force, the denser the arrangement of mystical characters. The power of the silver spear increased with every spin. Its destructive force and speed kept stacking as it approached Grid.

‘This shit...’

Grid thought that one single strike from that spear would obliterate both his legs. He was a bit nervous because he had to keep attacking the other immortals. He instructed a few God Hands to transform into prosthetic limbs in advance. But he worried over nothing.

Grid had to keep in mind that the dragon he was working with was an old dragon.

[Get lost,] Raiders said.

The hundreds of mystical characters shining in various colors around the silver spear shook violently. Everything around him remained the same. Only the mystical characters fluctuated like candles about to go out. It seemed like this kind of transcendent power was only affecting the female immortal.

A chill went down the female immortal’s spine and her eyes widened.

Flash!

from Raiders’ in the form of a thread. The female immortal took two steps back. She wasn’t retreating because she wanted to. She wasn’t pushed back by an external force. The girl was standing there as if she had been in

[...!?]

tongue in surprise. There was a silver bead stud on

can’t believe you did something so

She pulled out the silver bead on her tongue again and transformed it into a

been turned into mangled flesh. In other words, her surprise attack was no

bounced off the sword that Grid swung. Part of the inscription wrapped around the spear was torn apart. The numbness in the female immortal’s hands was unfamiliar and frightening. She felt

in a single blow. However, I was mistaken, right? I’m very curious about who you are, since you enslaved a dragon who is so powerful

him and let down her guard. However, the girl was an

Grid’s actual power couldn’t be measured by her standards. No one could touch him, and he was just like all the divine

replied while swinging his sword at the

of the shattered silver spear scattered with the

hope to keep living alongside the people you are trying to

female immortal. However, Grid

why I

empire and the Tower members... They all mattered to Grid. He had known them for a long time. Grid wanted them to live peacefully in a safe environment, even if that environment wasn’t ideal. Even if something changed in reality and he

glimmer of hope that she could survive

I don’t

Defying the Natural Order and Twilight,

[You!!]

the immortal’s body and glared at Grid. Of course, she was just acting ferocious. She didn’t dare to attack

Grid chased after her.

“Now...!”

flew out in unison. Six beams of light of different colors scattered

sneered. [Do you think

appeared. Now he was shamelessly

‘Does this fool believe he

and determination cultivated throughout their lives to grant them a second life. In fact,

nascent soul was alive, the cultivator could resurrect at any time. They had to make sure they would survive no matter what. They had all types of

they could only be seen as beams of light, and ran away

of them would get caught if they were

“......”

unlucky one. They kept

all

“...What?!”

sounded like friction of metal and they

“No...!”

Treasures that cultivators of a sect refined throughout their lives to hunt large monsters.