Intruders of the Moon World

The young man looked at the sky rendered pure white, his body trembling slightly due to extreme anger.

"Even if I do this, I still can't stop...why, why am I so weak, nothing can be changed!!!"

However, at this moment, a gentle voice sounded in Rick's ear.

"That's not the case.

You've changed the world and I can assure you of it - you're not weak at heart. "

Ye Qing smiled slightly at the two of them.

The next moment, the entire ground began to shake violently.

"This is......"

Rick hugged Hubie tightly, looking at the ground under his feet in shock.

It was as if the entire continent had been activated, and a giant whale-like beast slowly rose from the ground.

Fantasy species [Behemoth]!

If he had a higher perspective at this time, he could probably see a valley full of green plants in the middle of Bechymos' back.

That is the new human settlement, and behind the settlement, probably at the tail fin of the giant whale, there is a small underground palace, which is the secret base of the [messenger].

"Behemoth will take you away from the battlefield."

Saying that, Ye Qing walked towards the edge.

"Mr. Ye Qing?!"

Rick stared blankly at his back.

"What the hell are you... going to do?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Ye Qing turned his head and smiled slightly, "If this is a relay race, you have already completed the first half of the race perfectly, and I - of course finished the rest of the race."

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[Recognize your identity, insignificant dust. 】

The majestic voice of the God of War resounded through the world with the glory of destroying the world.

[Even if there is intelligence, it is just a phantom of bubbles, gathering and dispersing only in the blink of an eye.

Struggling, growling, resisting, and then despairing.

In the end, I learned that gathering sand to form a tower and ants clinging like a ladder are not as good as the sky. 】

- cannot be refuted.

The god of war, Artosh, proved this with his own strength.

It's not the gap between [God Species] and other races, but the gap between the individual named [Artoxiu] and all other creatures in the world.

Its value is - not measurable.

All the races gathered here, except for Artosh's camp, the rest of the life forms will disappear.

Whether it is a dragon spirit or a phantom, the result is the same. When Artosh gets serious, no one will be spared.

however--

"Om------------!"

A shooting star, like a long sword of dawn, slices through the final brilliance with a fearless posture.

Just like the stars orbiting around the sky are gathered together in one line, the hero holding the Peerless Blade uses himself as a sword to pierce the blow that declares despair!

【Open your eyes, get rid of laziness, and hold your weapon tightly——

Gods looking down on this land, set your sights on the ants!

O transcendent who grasps the strongest truth, listen to the foolish words! 】

Ye Qing's voice spread throughout the final battlefield in the torrent of destruction.

[Engraved on the wheel of time, traversing the trajectory of the stars, the myth of the loser will subvert everything! 】

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"Da da......"

Orderly footsteps sounded, and humans wearing magic swords walked on the fantasy species named [Avant Heim].

In the gorgeous palace, although most of the Flügel lost their combat power, there were still a few individuals like Azrael who had combat power.Furthermore, this flying fortress itself is also a powerful fantasy species second only to the god species.

Even after releasing the [God Strike], the city in the sky still has the power to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

—But that is not enough.

The unknown being that Jibril had come into contact with, casually knocked down the Flügel who still had combat power, and almost never stopped walking, just walking straight forward.

"...Um, stop...You bastard...why do you want to leave, do you want to escape?

I'm still alive, come and kill me! "

Azrael hoped that if she could stop this person, even if it was only for a second, it would give the master in the Throne Hall another second to recover.

However, she is destined to be disappointed.

The sound of footsteps gradually moved away, and the man didn't even look at her more, maintaining his own pace, calmly pushed open the door engraved with the space spell with his body, and walked slowly into the hall.

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"Oh, this body is thinner than expected."

God of War Artosh sat on the throne as a matter of course, observing the humans below with his golden eyes.

"Cross over my wings and reach this audience room—for this courage, I allow you to declare your name."

"May I ask, are you the God of War [Artoxiu]?"

Pointing the blade at the throne, the man asked back.

The god with golden eyes sneered: "Yuan, in this world, the only one who can have the title of God of War is the strongest individual - that is me.

From the origin of this planet, and stretching to the end of time, the answer to this question will not change in the slightest. "

"That's good, because the one who will be killed by this sword is the God of War, and at the same time, it will also kill the disaster of this time."

Ye Qing put the pitch-black magic sword on his shoulder, raised the pure white blade high, and declared to the gods with a cold expression.

"My name is [Ye Qing], and I am here to tear you from the sky—Artoxiu!."

"Hahahahaha—no problem!"

The intense laughter caused the space to vibrate, like a beard made of steel trembling slightly.

"If you can do it, just come. But, challenge me—the strongest principle in this world. The crime of blasphemy is worth death. Can you bear it?"

The stalwart man stood up from the throne——

At this moment, it seems that the operating rules of the entire world have been changed.

The energy entangled in the God of War, or its existence itself, continued to expand at an abnormal speed that could not be analyzed.

From rivers to sea, from ore to steel, from old to young.

From small to large, from miscellaneous to pure, from weak to strong.

Ignoring normal laws and logic, breaking away from the category of magic, even the concept of this world has been covered up.

The so-called [Divine Strike], the final light that can evaporate the entire ocean, is just a random blow to this man.

This is Artosh, the God of War, and this is—【Strongest】!

The soul of struggle born between life and death, the anthropomorphic posture of war, the embodiment of the principle of the circle, the only "powerful" in this world.

Now, his wings of light unfolded one by one, and a spear that could slice through the aurora appeared in his hand.

"Come on, challenge me, the strongest, and verify the unspeakable legal principles.

Can your sword cut off the contradictions of thousands of years—prove it to me! "

"Prove it to you? That will really disappoint you."

In front of this rapidly expanding abnormal existence, Ye Qing withstood all the pressure without any change.

"I'm going to beat you—this is not to prove anything to you.

It's just... just to let those who have never had miracles, to prove to them that there is a real sky above this false cloud of spiritual skeletons! "

"No sense! What a meaningless answer, challenger!"

The voice fell, and the space collapsed.

At the moment when the sound didn't even start to vibrate, just the confrontation of two wills caused the palace to collapse.

The gorgeous dome was filled with gemstones of starlight, which were turned into liquid in an instant by the heat gushing out like magma, and rushed into the blood-colored sky like counterattack raindrops.

There was no mutual testing, and no competition in ability. The two who had reached the peak abandoned the most superficial victory and defeat, and directly fought with the strength of their essence.

The golden spear shattered the space with a light flick, and the arm of God of War waved, rolling up thousands of fragments like blades, creating the most dangerous space storm in the world that could shatter everything, crushing Ye Qing's tiny body into pieces. wrapped in.

however--

It's just something like a "warm up".

If we use a weapon as a metaphor, the space storm is just a scabbard, and the real "blade" is the spear thrown by Artosh, which penetrates everything along the core of the spiral.

Since it is [the strongest], there is no doubt that it is [must hit].

Therefore, Ye Qing was stabbed in the front by the spear.

Since it is [the strongest], it should be [must win].

Therefore, Ye Qing was brought into the sky by the power that broke the sky and the earth.

Since it is [the strongest], there is no suspense that it is [must kill].

Therefore, Ye Qing's body turned into a meteor and was sent flying to the end of the sky.

It was just a "serious" blow, and Artosh, the God of War, easily cut through the blood-red cloud with his spear.