I, the Heir of Heroes

"Puff~...ha...haha..."

Xin Ke laughed, exaggeratedly, and even left some tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Lord God, what kind of mentality do you think I am standing here with!? If you want to fight, you must strengthen your will. If you don't want to fight, just quit. With a half-hearted mentality, you will ruin the resolution you have made. That is Things only idiots would do."

The girl in front of her shouted loudly, announcing to the gods.

Just like the never-fading smile on the corner of her mouth, the determination in her heart to rush to the end of the world shocked Jia Luo at this moment.

"That's it...so that's how it is..."

Jia Luo admitted, he was mistaken.

There was a satisfied smile in those sharp pupils. There was no doubt that the young girl in front of Jia Luo was a pure warrior.

So, in the face of a warrior who fights against the world with his body, what reason does he have to refuse?

"That's great. Then, allow me to help you!"

Galo, who exuded a terrifying and powerful aura all over his body, gave the elves an affirmative answer.

As a result, the process of world history has been greatly advanced.

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According to the myth, in the past there was a confrontation between [two strongest] contradictions in the sky.

——The burning high seat that existed in the distant past and was said to be the highest mountain in the world at that time.

But now the mountain has disappeared, and it can no longer be climbed and looked up.

Even so, the awe-inspiring confrontation is still passed down in this world.

The strongest god species—[God of War] Artosh.

The strongest dragon spirit species—[Final Dragon] Hardy Leifer.

It was an incomparably fiery duel at an unimaginable distance, at the pinnacle of the overlooking world.

"Let me ask you—what exactly is the so-called [powerful]?"

On the zenith of the scorching high seat, [God of War] Artosh asked.

——That was the manifestation of the concept of [War].

As the embodiment of truth who competes with life and death and grinds the ring of the soul, he is undoubtedly at the apex of the world.

The powerhouse who is unparalleled in the world, but the object of his inquiry is also——

"That's something you'll never understand."

Facing God of War's question, [End Dragon] Hardy Leif replied with a worried face.

——It was a dragon that was the 【King】 that covered the sky.

It is the oldest individual of the dragon spirit born from the bones of the gods.

The soul and body of the lone dragon king who looks down on the world from this fiery high seat is eternal.

Nothing can harm it, and its words defeat even the gods—again, unquestionably the pinnacle of the world.

God and dragon, the strongest and the strongest.The confrontation between the two began with a question and answer.

"--why."

"Because you are the strongest."

This is the echo of the dead who has passed away, which has remained in the ears of the gods for thousands of years.

Yes.

God of War won, Dragon King lost.

But the loser lost everything and nothing, and the myth of the dragon king's immortality was broken.

As a result, it has become a part of the historical memory.

Let the great victor sit alone between the thrones, without a trace of excitement and anticipation for the world.

However, Artosh opened his eyes at the noisy royal court at the moment.

The wings stretched out on the back, as his consciousness became clear, exuded incomparable elf fluctuations in the sky and the earth.

A large piece of wings entered.

This was a look of tension that he had never seen since ancient times.

As a family born with the purpose of killing gods, it was the first time that there was an atmosphere other than a relaxed attitude.

As they walked through the glorious and vast corridor, whether it was the Flügel who came in to listen to the report, or the Flügel who returned from an expedition, they all knelt down on their knees without exception, and quietly lowered their foreheads.

Collecting this reverence, sitting on the supreme throne is a man with a huge body as strong as a rock.

He looked down at Aiyi kneeling in front of him with golden pupils, and his proud voice echoed in the hall.

"—My wings, you have worked hard."

Artosh said calmly while stroking his steel-like black beard.