I, the Heir of Heroes

"Then how much is his strength?"

"I'm very sorry, my lord god. Judging from the actual battle situation, the full-strength sky strikes of our thirty-winged wings can't match its power. Moreover, according to my observation, it is not the gods themselves who are confronting us, it is just An incarnation that manifests itself with the help of an elf body."

"Is it just the avatar that has this level of power..."

The huge rock-solid body returned to its original relaxed posture, and Artosh leaned on his back and stroked it.

"Then what do you think about giving you the right to control three thousand wings?"

"Insufficient information, I cannot make a reasonable judgment."

"kindness……"

Azrael answered truthfully, while Artosh sat on the throne, thinking silently.

The atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became serious. After waiting for a while without any results, Azrael looked at her main god with worried eyes.

Chapter 38 Leaving Tactics

The elves colluded with gods other than their main god, which is incomprehensible no matter how you look at it.

This is a race that has inherited intellectual, sensual and special aesthetic concepts for nearly ten thousand years. If it is not necessary, or if there is an entanglement of interests, it is impossible to cooperate with other creatures that are not of the same race.

It's like the goblins who died in their hands not long ago.

It is clear that the two parties have cooperated well for decades, and they have jointly contributed technology and completed such a great technique, but in front of their respective goals and interests, they both act as if they have nothing to do with themselves.

One person enjoys the "hunting" of the Flügel exclusively, and watches indifferently on the elves' war...

Although, their ending is not as good as imagined.

All in all, the bits and pieces revealed in the details must have concealed some important information ambiguously.

The conspiracy unfolded unknowingly when they were wreaking havoc on the earth.

Apart from the [Supreme Throne] that appeared at the end of the war, what else could bring about the conditions for cooperation between the gods and elves in this world?

This is the only authority they have sworn by the entire Flügel clan, and they will definitely win it over for their leader.

If they were taken away by other thieves, where would the meaning of their existence go?

— absolutely not allowed.

Absolutely will not let such a thing happen.

Roaring violently in his heart, the aura that turned from worry to killing intent instantly permeated Azrael's body.

"Haha... don't worry, don't need to be angry, Azrael. This is what this world is all about. The strong ravage everything, and the weak lose everything. I have always stood here, on the throne named [Strongest]. "

The atmosphere that changed in the blink of an eye did not escape Artoxiu's perception.

"What a joyful thing this is. The newly born god species has a new and unknown power. I look forward to him coming to me and challenging me."

As proud and confident as ever, that heavy and majestic voice echoed in the empty space of the royal court.All the Flügel who received the reply sighed when they heard Artosh's words of joy, and then bowed their foreheads respectfully and humbly to accept the order.

——At least now, they can no longer gather all their strength to hunt and kill the unknown god desperately like before the long history.

For this is their solitary but strongest master, the sole joy of waiting for the unknown to come.It's not something they can do if they don't know what to do or what to do to spoil the fun.

"—Today, I'm in a good mood!"

Artosh finished the conversation just now and smiled again.

"Azrael, I'll give you a reward for completing such an amazing discovery and report. Just ask for anything you want."

Merely being of the same family is not enough to make him vigilant, Artoxiu has such capital to win.

"It's a great honor, but in fact I didn't discover the new god species, so I haven't met the conditions to accept the reward from you, the Lord God."

"It's okay, as I said just now. One of the reasons for rewarding you is to report such gratifying news to me, and it has nothing to do with the discovery. Besides, as the [prime individual], your achievements in this battle are worthy of receiving such a reward. "

Sighing helplessly, Azrael swallowed what she wanted to say.She never contradicted her main god, she could only bow her head obediently, thinking about what kind of request she should make.

"Thank you so much, my lord—then I'll take it easy."

After slowly saluting, Azrael stood up, talking about her own thoughts.

"If possible, I hope you can personally help all the Tianyi who temporarily lost their strength during this expedition to restore their original strength."

"Oh~ is this all you want? Don't you have some selfish desires?"

"For us, galloping on the battlefield and falling on the battlefield is the real destiny. Spending several years in the operating room of restoration surgery is more painful than suicide."

"I hope to lead the wings again as soon as possible, this is my selfishness."

That stable and broad gaze stared at Azrael, and after receiving the expected reply, Artosh nodded and lost interest in continuing the conversation.

"Okay, I already know your wish... let's end today's meeting here, and look forward to your next performance."

All the Flügel who listened to the Lord God's instruction stood up.

"...Let's all retreat!"

Following the etiquette respectfully, at the moment of accepting the order, the Flügel led by Azrael left the court of the throne one file at a time.

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"...Raphael-chan, appease the children who were sent to the restoration surgery room just now, I think we will be able to see them alive again after a while."