Clang!

boom--!!

A huge explosion resounded across the sky, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose. Where the explosion occurred, a giant beast that covered the sky and sun was vaguely visible, gradually turning into dust in the explosion.

This explosion even alarmed the Flügel living in Abant Heim. Other races, as long as they had some strength, were more or less aware of the movement.

"Wha, what is this!? Meow!?"

"Oh, this power... seems to be the power of those long-eared tribes."

"Ah! The way Xiaoji thinks is so cute, meow!...Aha, ahha, meow!"

The two Flügel seemed to sense something, and flew out of Abant Heim's body using space movement, looking at the movement in the distance.

The two of them are Azrael, the first Flügel created by the God of War Artosh. They are also the speakers of the Eighteen Wings Council and have the power to execute their own species.

Azrael likes Jibril very much as the final individual, the last Flügel created by the God of War Artosh.

I hope that all Flügels will treat me as a sister from the bottom of their hearts, and even legislate for this purpose, but it was collectively rejected by the parliament. She is a willful and cold existence.

Snapped!

Pushing away Azrael who was about to pounce, Jibril's wings behind her waist moved slightly, then turned into a stream of light and flew out.

"Really! Xiaoji is disobedient! But...I like Meow even more!"

Azrael turned back to the Phantasmal Abant Heim and headed to the Amyrlin Hall, where their Flügel god resided.

Perhaps because of his absolute confidence in his own power, Artosh never conceals his traces and power.

He shows his unparalleled arrogance and authority without any scruples, and despises all existences except himself, including other existences of the same species of gods!

For him, he is the strongest, and the weak is everything except him!

These are not simple evaluations and lies, but the arrogance displayed by Artex's actions and strength.

Returning to the Hall of the Amyrlin, Azriel folded her back wings, put away the halo above her head, slowly knelt down, put one hand on her chest, and faced her god with a respectful attitude.

"Great Master, the extraterrestrial individuals have gone to investigate. It is suspected that the Long-eared people have encountered some trouble. You don't need to worry about it."

The huge body is about twice the size of a Flügel, with a black beard as strong as steel hanging down, and the eighteen pairs of wings on its back are wrapped around the body like a cloak.

The deep outline of the face was looked down upon by that sharp and moist golden gaze. Just like that, Azriel felt that her brain was also paralyzed.

His arms supported half of his face, and he sat on his throne in an absolute kingly manner, overlooking everything below. However, at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something interesting, and there was a faint smile on his face that he had not seen in tens of thousands of years.

.

"No, no, no, no, an interesting guy has appeared, hahahaha!" Artho, who had maintained this posture for thousands of years, suddenly let out a loud laugh.

The overwhelming divine power filled the world in an instant, and the twisted laws made even the fantasy species Abant Heim tremble, even as the second-ranked being in the sequence.

And he is definitely one of the top beings, and as an apostle of Artho, it is difficult for him to resist this divine power that is inadvertently emitted.

"Did Master discover something interesting?" Azrael's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the obviously very happy god.

This was something extremely unbelievable to her, and even to all the Flügels. What was it that could make Artosh, who had been silent for thousands of years, show such an expression?

As the god of war and the strongest god, Artho is already synonymous with the strongest.

The only thing that would make him happy might be the occurrence of a war that alarms him enough, or... the appearance of an opponent.

Although it can easily crush other gods, in his eyes, the Star Cup, which is the most powerful conceptual control device, is nothing more than a toy.

Therefore, he has never taken it directly because he is already invincible. He desires an opponent more than the Star Cup that is easily available.

In other words, a failure excites him more than a boring result!

But Azriel doesn’t want to believe this kind of thing. With her own faith, how can the strongest supreme god have a rival!?

"Unpredictable, incomprehensible, but I can definitely feel the threat. This is the battle I have always longed for! It's almost here..." Artho, who has almost completely controlled his own concepts, may be only one step away from omniscience and omnipotence.

It's not that his power is not enough, it's just that as the God of War, he won't repair this devastated world, but this doesn't mean that his power can't be done.

Even to a certain extent, even if the spirit contained in the Star Cup is obtained by a certain god, Artex may not be defeated. The most fundamental reason is the concept control authority.

Artosh has the power to touch the absolute pinnacle of this world, but unfortunately, the Star Cup happens to be that pinnacle.

Although Artosh did not get up from his throne, his fighting spirit and posture showed his attitude. He was very interested in the possible battle!

…

Artho's voice was even more shocking than that earth-shattering explosion, spreading directly to most of the world.

Xuan Fang, who was on the edge of a ruin, raised his head and looked into the distance. His will condensed into a sharp aura, faintly confronting the fighting spirit. Because the distance was too far, nothing could be seen.

"Artosh noticed you."

A woman who looks like a forest elf but has a more noble posture appears behind Xuan Fang, like a body made of energy, filled with a hazy illusion.

In Xuan Fang's eyes, other races, even "life" races, only have partial limbs or features full of elven corridors, but there is no place in this goddess!

The body formed like an elven corridor is filled with flowing elves and has even spread into the void, which is why she looks like this.

bass!

Putting the God-Decapitating Sword into its scabbard and then placing it into the system space, Xuan Fang said calmly: "It doesn't matter, he will fail."

"Huh?" Cainas turned his head and looked at Xuan Fang in confusion, and said doubtfully: "Although you defeated me, unfortunately, I am not Artesio's opponent, and... neither are you."

"I didn't say I was going to defeat him myself."

After Xuan Fang finished speaking, he turned around and left. He did not refute Kainas's words, nor did he intend to continue fighting. He defeated Kainas, but the process was not smooth.

His body is blocked by dense elven spells. Fortunately, he does not have an elven corridor now, otherwise this power alone would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Cainas didn't know this. In fact, she didn't see through Xuan Fang's identity. She just assumed that Xuan Fang was hiding his strength and not using the elf power.

"What a... scary guy." After murmuring in a low voice, Cainas raised his hand and brushed the colored gemstone on his forehead.

Compared to a being like Xuan Fang, as the God of the Forest, she is actually not good at fighting. Even if she uses one hundred and sixty-eight levels of the highest level spells and magic, it is still difficult for her to fight against Xuan Fang's use of the God-Zhanbing Sword.

A fatal blow.

She was just a little short of it, and her plan to use those spells to severely injure Xuan Fang turned out to be the result of her marrow being cut off with a single sword.

She will not die if her marrow is destroyed, but she will definitely miss the subsequent battle. She can only wait in her sleep for the Star Grail to fall into the hands of Artexio or others.

Even though he knew his chances were slim, Cainas still hoped to witness the final result.

Not only her, most of the "dead" gods in the past also had this mentality, but most of them failed to survive.

There are actually only three gods left who have not yet had their marrow penetrated.

Artho, the god of war, Kainas, the god of the forest, Okan, the god of the forge.

Xuan Fang's next target is naturally Okan, and it may also be the last target. Artesio is not within the target range he expected.

While Xuan Fang was carrying out his plan step by step, Rick also successfully met Hubie, a machine that was abandoned due to a parsing error and a bug sent to the connector.
Chapter completed!