‘It isn’t good.’ 

Grid frowned. 

It was because he noticed that the speed at which Chiyou grew stronger in real time started to exceed his own cognitive speed. It wasn’t until Asura’s arms had already been cut off that he could see how fast Chiyou’s swordsmanship had become. 

The Martial God—he was getting stronger without knowing the limits. 

‘No, I think the word ‘stronger’ is wrong.’ 

It was only now that he was showing off his abilities little by little. 

“...This is what he looks like.” 

The members of the Overgeared guild were agitated. 

A surprisingly ordinary appearance—they started to recognize Chiyou’s face, which had no special features. 

That’s right—Chiyou, who had diminished his presence in order to not be worshiped, was revealing himself little by little. This meant Asura was strong. 

“Help Asura.” Finally, Dominion gave orders to the gods of Asgard. It was still a gentle and solemn expression, but Grid thought that he wouldn’t be comfortable on the inside. He might dislike Asura, but he was in a situation where he was forced to help. There was no way he could be happy. 

Dominion’s spear intercepted Chiyou’s sword. It was the sword that was about to pierce Asura’s throat. 

Asura was feeling relieved when his eyes widened. It was the aftermath of his forehead being pierced. The moment that Dominion intercepted his attack, Chiyou turned and inserted the ink-colored...