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The two of them seem to be on the same side? (fog)

"So, my dear master?~What do you need Xiaoji from me to do tomorrow?"

"You? If you want tomorrow, just go back to Abantheim."

"Eh?"

Jibril was stunned for a moment, and quickly flapped her wings and landed in front of him from mid-air. She said with tears in her eyes: "Master, do you want me to leave? Are you going to drive me away?"

Su Feng: "......"

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

It was obvious that Jibril was his prisoner, so calling her master was considered forced.

How come this Flügel now looks like he raised it?

Do you really not miss your sisters and your old master Artesiu at all?

He wanted to ask this question, but it seemed pointless. He could already guess how Jibril would answer.

Su Feng, who felt a little tired, said bluntly——

"Letting you go home does not terminate the master-servant contract between us. It just allows you to act as my secret weapon and obey my instructions at any time."

"So that's it? Xiaoji understands. I will return to Abant Heim at dawn and wait for the master's order?!"

After giving him a standard salute, he used space transfer to disappear.

This Flügel is really...

Indescribable.

Volume 1: Chapter 194 The King and the God

early morning.

"Meow~ It's Xiaoji, meow~ Xiaoji is back, meow~?"

On the Sky City "Abant Heim", due to Jibril's return, as the eldest sister of the Flügels, Azrael flew like a leap and jumped directly on Jibril's body, getting intimate with her. Rubbing her face.

"Senior Azriel, can you please stop getting so close to me?" Jibril said with a look of disgust.

"Oh~ Xiaoji is really shy, nya~"

Azriel loves the extraneous individual, Jibril, her youngest sister.

Jibril, whose actions are unpredictable and beyond common sense, is free and unrestrained. She often goes out alone, and each time she brings different surprises -

For example, conquering giant species alone, or even powerful dragon elf species that are not inferior to god species.

No one can figure out the purpose and reason for her unique behavior.

But Azriel knew very well that it was entirely because of the "incompleteness" given by her master that Azriel loved this little sister so much.

In addition to his own love, it was as if he was replacing his master Artesh to make up for her.

However, Jibril didn't appreciate it, or she didn't like this senior who was too nervous.

"That's right, meow! Xiaoji, you..."

After rubbing Jibril passionately for ten minutes, Azrael remembered to ask Jibril why she had released Sky Strike before, and why she disappeared after releasing Sky Strike, and now she was not in the shape of a toddler after she released her powers. .

However, just as she was about to ask, she suddenly received a summons from her master.

In the end, she could only reluctantly let go of Jibril and headed to the throne room.

"Owner."

Azriel folded her wings, closed her halo, slowly knelt down on one knee, and lowered her head respectfully.

"What happened to the 'extra-individual'?"

Sitting on the supreme throne is a man with muscles as strong as rock——

He is the strongest god, the man known as the God of War, and the creator of the god-killing weapon Flügel—Artosh.

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

The profoundly contoured face was looked down upon by those sharp eyes glowing with golden light. Just like that, Azrael felt that her brain was almost at a standstill.

However, Azriel knew that that majestic figure that made people feel fear and trance was only a small part of her creator, a drop in the ocean, just a slight manifestation of power.

"My master, Jibril has returned, but the reason for releasing "Sky Strike" is unknown for the time being. It is speculated that she had fought with the Ex-Machina... and for some reason, her body did not suffer from "Sky Strike" The loss fell into a state of exhaustion.”

Azrael reported Jibril's situation to Artosh without missing a word.

As for why she could guess that the Sky Strike was released after fighting the Ex-Machina, it was because she had gone to the site to explore.

The concentration of "spiritual remains" there is countless times higher than that of other places.

Apart from dragon spirits, only mecha species can cause such a situation.

But the problem is, if Jibril fights against the dragon spirits, it is impossible for Jibril to return intact, so the only possibility is that of the Ex-Machina.

However, this made Azriel feel angry.

It's just a bunch of iron filings crawling on the ground - if they gather together, they'll turn into dust that's somewhat of an eyesore.

Azriel herself was the one who listed it as a taboo to attack Ex-Machina, but that was not because she felt threatened, it was simply because the power given by her master was being imitated in a poor way, and she couldn't stand it.

As long as all the Flügels are present, they can be wiped out instantly without giving the scraps any time to respond.

——It should obviously be like this.

But Jibril used all her strength to shoot those iron filings - "Sky Strike".

"——That's it, haha, that's it——"

As if he already knew something, Artex smiled meaningfully.

Azriel didn't understand whether it was Jibril's thoughts or her master's divine will.

The owner won't say much, so it's impossible to guess what the owner's thoughts are.

——No, she was ashamed of her arrogance.

Speaking of my humble self, it is really a crime of great disrespect to try to speculate on the mind of God, the master of the abyss.

The master is the strongest, the master is the apex, the strongest god, the god of war Artesh - the king of kings.

Supreme——The master is the embodiment of the concept of "war". No one is the master's opponent. Because he is the strongest, he is the strongest.

However, it had been a long time since Azrael had seen her master smile—that ferocious and passionate smile.

For thousands or tens of thousands of years, the master just sat on the throne melancholy and lazily, resting his cheek on his hands in boredom.

But even an idiot can see how happy he is now.

"——It seems that someone who wants to kill me finally appears."

"hiss--"

Azrael suddenly took a breath after hearing this, frowned and responded: "How is it possible... No, no one on this earth can compete with my lord."

Regarding her master's melancholy, Azrael only knew the reason - the master was the God of War.

——War is fighting each other.

Competing, fighting, killing and being killed, both sides bet on life and death to hone their souls and existence.

The continuous intersection of such cycles is what gives birth to the concept of the master, and it is also the essence of the master.

Therefore, the master will personally go to the battlefield to arouse the murderous intention.

Hate, be angry, be rebellious, risk your fragile life, use all your wisdom, and challenge stupidly!

To ravage all of them with overwhelming power is the reason for being "the strongest"!

Use force to pacify the world, demonstrate strength and law, and define the strongest person, that is the master!

...However, unilateral massacre - cannot be called a "war".

Therefore——the master will be depressed and tired for a long time.

"The strongest without a challenger...then what's the point?"

After saying that, Artesh's expression changed, his smile disappeared, and he looked down at the lower world with calm eyes——

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

.....

[——Full "Combat Body", "Pseudo Code·Sky Strike"——[Code Open]——]

Thousands of Ex-Machina suddenly appeared close behind Abant Heim, a fantasy species floating in the sky.

[——Aim·Correct deviation·Fixation——Don’t kill? 】

【learn. 】

Then, more than 1,200 "Sky Strikes" - a historic salvo that affected the fate of the planet.

From Abant Heim's "back"——attack the two "alliances".

Rumble——

Countless dark purple spears of light fell from the sky, causing explosions.

The flash of light that burned the sky and the earth made Azrael, who was still kneeling before the throne, scream in grief.

"What the hell!? Who hit the "Sky Strike" just now!?"

"No, it's not clear! There was no reaction from Abant Heimne——"

The Flügels gathered in the throne room were in chaos and were running around in a panic.

Azrael has already activated detection magic and used space transfer to fly into the air outside.

Immediately, he saw the machines that were shattering the space and submerging into the gaps.

"It's actually you... the scrap metal imitating like a monkey!"

What effects will the Ex-Machina's current behavior bring? This would be seen as the Flügel attacking first - causing an all-out conflict.

"Ah ha~ How dare you do such an act of looking down on others, iron filings...!!"

This is the first time since the birth of the Flügels that they have suffered such humiliation! This little trick was actually used here at their base camp! ! !

Azriel, who had grasped the situation, had a ferocious smile on her face and quickly issued instructions one after another.

"Raphael, lead the Nine Wings to attack all the goblin ships. Sarakir will bring all ten to eighteen wings to attack the elves as quickly as possible——"

"Hu-hu-wahahahahahaha!"

At the same time as the loud laughter sounded, all the Flügel fell silent.

The sky that was originally lit by the flames of war suddenly became dimmer than before, and the churning seawater quickly receded, as if it had been evaporated, revealing the dry land.

In the throne room, Artosh, who had never moved, put down the hand holding his cheek and stood up from the throne.

The visions caused by heaven and earth are only caused by him standing up. He is the incarnation of war and a walking disaster. As long as he moves a little, the world will tremble because of him!

The dark clouds above Abantheim formed a hollow like the eye of a storm.

Purple thunder spread out from it and swept across the earth. Tens of thousands of troops were turned into ashes in that moment. Half of the skyships were shot down by the thunder. All the elves on the planet rushed into the cave crazily.

"Owner...."

Azriel couldn't believe that her master would set out because of such a small-scale attack.

And in the sky he burst out with a heroic laughter that made the whole world tremble: "Hahahahahaha, my old enemy, you are finally here, I have been waiting for a long time, hahahahaha!"

"Excuse me, with all due respect, it's impossible for a piece of scrap metal to shake the master——"

"Ex-Machina? 'What are you talking about'?"

Just one sentence interrupted Azriel's thinking, and Artosh burst into laughter.

Or as if he had known about it for a long time, or as if he was welcoming the person who had been waiting for a long time - he looked at the void in front of him, and seemed to see through everything with just his eyes.

"The person who can confront me, the strongest, must be the weakest - right, 'Monkey' from another world?"

"Oh, good insight, God of War."

At the end of the throne room, a red shadow slowly emerged.