Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

Seeing such a future, God of War Artosh laughed heartily and said, "This is really great! I will stand on the throne of the sky and wait for his arrival!"

With deep and intellectual eyes, Zhong Long sighed leisurely: "Unfortunately, I won't see that day."

There will eventually be a battle between the strongest spirit species and the strongest dragon spirit species, which cannot be ended by simple dialogue.

Artoxiu looked at the strongest dragon spirit in front of him, with contempt in his eyes: "Poor dragon, you have lost even the heart to challenge. Since you admit that you are not my opponent, then abandon the name of the strongest and think that you are the strongest." Weak! Why don't you avoid this battle, sharpen your minions, sharpen your wisdom, look forward to a certain day in the future, and challenge me after gaining momentum?"

With the special way of existence of the dragon spirits that spans the time axis, Hatilem, the final dragon, wanted to avoid it, and even Artosh, the god of war, was not sure of killing it completely.

"Death is a peace that you cannot comprehend."

Artoxiu pointed the spear in his hand at Hatilem, the final dragon, and a golden flame rose from the spear, "That's all right, I'm here to prove that I'm the strongest!"

The dazzling golden light was reflected on the pure white scales of the final dragon, and it spread its huge wings: "Everything in the world, surrender to everything!"

Gold and pure white light instantly became the main colors of the world, and everything in the world trembled under the momentum of the two superpowers.

The incandescent light that seemed to explode like a supernova lit up, and the sky and the earth were full of brilliance. In the collision beyond the specification, the world's highest peak was annihilated into a huge pit, and many creatures were reduced to ashes.

This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster that destroys the world.

After the sky collapses and the earth shatters, there is only one person left who is the strongest in the world.

When the golden light flashed by, the spirit vision of the four seasons was interrupted, "This year's lighting engineer, no way..."

The golden spear in the hands of God of War Artoxiu burned out even the time, disrupting the timeline at that moment and interrupting the vision of the four seasons. If not, how could the final dragon Hatilem lose?

The way of existence of dragon spirits is to amplify and concentrate their present, past, and future power at a point in time through reflection. Therefore, the final dragon has almost indestructible scales, flesh and bones, but it is enough to face the god of war. The attacks that shattered time were all smashed and melted.

"Is this Artoxiu, the strongest god of war? No, the moment he defeated the final dragon Hatirem, he was undoubtedly the strongest in the world."

Four Seasons withdrew his gaze towards the void, and there was a little playfulness in his eyes. Presumably, the aura he sensed when he first arrived in this world was God of War Artoxiu. It was indeed very strong, but it was still within the scope of his response.

"However, it turns out that this is the existence of the dragon spirit species! In continuous time and space, it does not exist in the form of points, but in the form of planes? What a strange and interesting life."

Little Jibril fluttered her wings and flew in front of the four seasons. The eyes of the cross shone brightly: "Huh? What did you see in time? My creator?"

As Jibril, who once fought against a dragon spirit alone, she is naturally no stranger to the time and space that dragon spirits are good at.Although it is different from the space-time fluctuations that I know, what just lingered on the body of the four seasons is undoubtedly the breath of time and space.

Four Seasons replied casually: "Yeah, I saw a movie with great special effects, but I always like splash screens."

Jibril puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction, and stared at Siji angrily: "Speaking of people..."

For Jibril, who has a strong thirst for knowledge, Shiji's secretive remarks made her feel like a kitten was scratching her heart.

"I'll talk about it someday when I'm in a better mood." Siji stretched out his hand and rubbed Jibril's little head, and said, "Let's go, Xiaoji, after reminiscing about the traces left by the myth, it's time for us to get down to business."

Jibril, who knows that Shiji has little knowledge of this world, knows that this is her chance to express herself: "Hey, you can ask me anything! I can use all the languages ​​of fifteen races, and I am proficient in more than [-] kinds of ancient languages. language and knowledge of the Flügel."

"What do you think I kept you by my side?"

Seeing that Siji walked away, Jibril followed up consciously: "Wait, what's the strange name Xiaoji?"

Siji, who was looking for traces of human settlements, replied casually: "It's a familiar nickname in my native dialect!"

Jibril complained: "It's like this...Damn, don't think that I don't understand Chinese, I have studied the knowledge in your study seriously!"

In the far northwest, on the back of the phantom species "Avant Heim" floating in the air, there lived such a group of happy Flügel. They were beautiful and lively, happy and at ease. They lived here freely. Under the red sky, they happily hunted and killed the races on the ground.

"I killed a lot of elves and goblins today, so I feel very happy."

——This is the daily life and world view of the Flügel.

Chapter 9 "God, please bless us!"

The branches and leaves are full of greenery, and the flowers are swaying with the wind. It is hard to imagine that when the whole world is devastated, Abant Heim, the capital of the Flügel in the sky, is still beautiful and natural.

"Saratoga, you actually stole my [Rare Level 3] head!"

"What is stealing? Obviously I robbed it! Don't forget, 'Whatever you want, killing and taking it is no different from receiving a gift'."

"Listen to me meow, the goblins have built what they claim to be the strongest battleship! Those who want to participate in the annihilation competition raise their hands meow?"

Fighting competitions, hunting heads, showing off collections, etc., this is the daily life of the Flügel. In this world of war full of killings, enjoy this bloody era to the fullest.

Although all the members are young and beautiful girls, and the image is an angel with wings growing from the waist, this is a bloody race that uses the heads of prey as currency. Killing as you want is the long-standing motto of the Flügel.

Just like how much hope is born, the same amount of despair is born. Most of the so-called happiness of the Flügel is based on the misfortune of others.

A girl with emerald-colored hair and blue-gold colored pupils floated in mid-air, a pair of symmetrical wings that seemed to be woven by light emerged from her waist, and the halo pattern on her head was more complicated than that of Jibril. It was the person who just tried to gather his companions—the original individual Azrael.

Another Flügel with a halo above his head, only one eye and one wing, asked aloud, "We have been in conflict with the goblins for a while, Azrael, why did you call the sisters all of a sudden?"

Her name is Raphael, and it is said that she participated in the legendary battle of the Flügel—God Slaying, and suffered scars that could not be healed even by healing spells. Individuals are much stronger.

Azrael replied with a soft female voice: "Meow, I just noticed that Xiaoji used Sky Strike Meow, and the target is the goblin fleet Meow!"

Raphael nodded and said, "In that case, I agree..."

"Ah ha ha……"

It was very abrupt. In the main hall came the sound of the God of War Altesh laughing wildly. At the same time, accompanied by the wild laughter, there was overwhelming coercion. Even the fantasy species that carried the capital "Avant He Im' was suppressed and lowered in height.

The originally sloppy Flügel all restrained their expressions, knelt down on one knee with a solemn face, and lowered their heads obediently.This is not only the pressure in the face of Artoxiu's coercion, but also the absolute respect for his creator.

"The dragon king actually asserted that I would lose? And not because I was the strongest, but because the strong challenged the stronger?"

In the main hall, the God of War, who had been sitting on the throne without any solitude since he killed the final dragon Hatilem, opened his golden eyes, reminiscing about the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind, which had never happened before. matter.