Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

On both sides of the wide hall, the Flügels swept away their previous playfulness and laziness, with solemn expressions, knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads respectfully, and waited for the command of the Lord God.

The hall was solemn and quiet, so quiet that even the sound of an embroidery needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Azrael, who is the leader of the Flügel, and Raphael, who was once a hero in the battle of killing gods and has the highest prestige, was half-kneeling at the forefront of the team. Why does the Lord God need to be so cautious?However, even if the other fourteen races join forces, there is no need to be so serious! '

As one of the oldest existences of the Flügel, Raphael has never seen her main god so solemnly summon all the members. Thinking of the sudden disappearance of Azrael and Jibril, she felt a little uneasy, "What happened?" What kind of accident?"

Artosh, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly said, "Individual No. [-]!"

Raphael quickly restrained his thoughts and responded, "Yes!"

"Is there still no news about Instance No. [-]?"

Raphael raised his head, and the only remaining eye glanced at his main god for some unknown reason, and reported respectfully: "Yes, Azrael went out to look for Jibril, a missing individual, a month ago. It has not been returned so far, nor has there been any disappearance communication—just like the situation of the non-staff individual."

"Hahaha!" Artoxiu stroked his steel-like strong black beard, and suddenly laughed, "Interesting and interesting, could it be that you in a different world are so fond of the wings I created?"

When Raphael and the "oracles" of the main gods of the Flügel were unclear, a clear voice rang out in the hall: "You can't talk nonsense. If you have to say something, I only speak to Jibril." If you are interested, forget about that idiot meow."

Chapter 36 Power Appears, Legal Principles Revealed

"who?!"

Raphael was startled, and his back was covered in cold sweat. With only one wing waving, it was connected to the elf corridor and absorbed a huge amount of elves.

No wonder Raphael behaved like a cat blowing fur. As the temple of the main god of the Flügel, this is the most sacred and important place of the Flügel. In the end, it was invaded by an unknown enemy, and he and his sisters didn't know it at all. It was a shame and shame. Scared.Not worrying about the safety of the invincible creator, but an attitude, afraid of disturbing the master.

Responding to Raphael was Jibril's cheerful voice: "I'm back, Sister Raphael!"

Raphael finally saw clearly the situation of the uninvited guest, a young man, a dragon and two young girls, "Jibril? Azrael?"

Azrael didn't respond to Raphael's inquiry, she was immersed in the shock of being absent-minded: "Xiaoji dislikes me for being unattractive, and the Flügel sisters say I have no majesty, now even the enemy despises me, meow?"

Seeing Azrael's situation, many vigilant Flügel couldn't help whispering: "Is Master Azrael finally broken?"

Originally, Azrael was created on the basis of perfection as the first machine, possessing unparalleled combat power and incomparably ruthless will, and even used Raphael as a shield in order to kill the gods. Unfortunately, in After Jibril was born, for some reason, her personality changed drastically, she became a complete fool, and her coercion was shattered.

The Flügel was originally a loose race, and after seeing Azrael and Jibril, they relaxed their vigilance somewhat—the master is the strongest, and there is no one in this world who is the strongest, then, there is the strongest master in the world. Here, what kind of waves can there be if there are enemies?

Seeing this, Raphael frowned and shouted, "Silence!"

Artosh, the God of War who sat on the throne with an overwhelming sense of presence, didn't care about the slackness of the Flügel under his command, and focused on Siji, the ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth grew bigger and bigger: "You're finally here?"

Four Seasons nodded in greeting, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you for waiting for a long time. It's the first time we meet, I'm Four Seasons."

"It's okay, I've been tired of this boring world for a long time. Your appearance really makes me very happy!" Artosh looked at Jibril with sharp eyes, and asked, "Interesting, the extra entity, you mentioned before, To pull me down from the throne. Now it seems that this is your choice?"

Hearing Artosh's words, the Flügel looked at Jibril with strange and wary eyes: "Sister Jibril? Could it be that you betrayed the main god?"

Facing the changes in the gazes of the many Flügel, Jibril didn't care, met her creator's ferocious gaze firmly, put her hands on her chest, and replied: "Yes, you are the strongest God of War, I know , the probability of me defeating you is almost zero, so I entrust my prayers to Lord Siji. This is the only way I can repay you."

"Haha, very good! Jibril, you have done a good job, I have received this kindness." Artosh praised happily, "I am the god of war, and challenging the strong is the happiness we can only dream of. There is no challenger. Strong...so what's the point?"

For the god of war who feeds on fighting spirit, hatred, malice and blood, competition, fighting, killing and being killed, both sides betting on life and death, honing their own soul and existence, this kind of battle is what makes him want to fight. The intoxicating battlefield.

It's just that after the death of the final dragon, there is no opponent on this planet to fight Artoxiu, even the forest god Cainas and the forging god Okan, who are both gods, are no opponents at all—just When the strong unilaterally ravage the weak, it does not count as a "battle"

Listening to the conversation between Jibril and Artosh, her expression was a little subtle. Although it was logically correct, why did it sound so weird?

——"In return for your kindness that created me, I will find someone to kill you and fulfill your wish."

——"Very well, I have received your repayment."

Artoxiu's gaze finally fell on the shrunken Zhonglong, "Zhonglong, you are here too. The question and answer with you [-] years ago was indeed meaningful—and at the same time meaningless, After all, you are nothing but a weakling who has lost even the will to challenge."

Zhong Long teased: "As a god of war who demonstrates strength and law and defines the strongest person, it is indeed the saddest thing to have no opponent. It's just that I said that you are not the strongest."

Artoxiu laughed heartily, and said: "Haha, isn't that better? Since you realize that you are a weak person who cannot defeat the opponent, why don't you dare to challenge? Since you admit that you are a weak person, shouldn't you continue to challenge yourself? ?”

It's just that Artoxiu's words dealt a devastating blow to the three views of the Flügel: "...the Lord God claims to be weak?"

Without explaining to the Flügel, Artosh, who had long been unable to hold back the surging fighting spirit in his chest, stood up from the throne. He was a giant over three meters tall, and the eighteen wings behind him exuded a radiant brilliance.

Just by standing up, Artosh distorted the time, space, and even the law of causality around him, and made the phantom species Avant Heim tremble under his feet. The powerful force caused the Flügel present to send out small Scream.

The see-through eyes of Zhonglong were filled with the joy of witnessing an epic battle, "Do you think you are not as good as your opponent's 'strongest' god of war? This battle is interesting."

"Since it is a challenge for the weak, it is natural to rely on all the conditions. This is the way for the weak to win. It is really an interesting experience." God of War Artoxiu raised his right hand high, "Everyone—prepare."

"Yes!" The experienced Raphael woke up from the shock, because Azrael, who was still in the state of a young girl at this time, could not fulfill the duties of the commander, so she took the initiative to stand up and ordered: "All Flügel Prepare for "Sky Strike" and entrust everything to Artosh-sama!

Even though they were shocked by the words of their main god, under Raphael's order, the Flügel immediately responded: "Understood!"

Each Flügel spread its wings on its back, turned its whole body into a circuit, absorbed a huge amount of elves from the elf corridor, and then entrusted all of their mental power "Sky Strike" to the raised hand of the main god.

The power is revealed, and the law is revealed.

The world wailed in the face of an overpowering force, and the order of the planet was gradually distorted around the hand of the God of War, Artosh. This was a force powerful enough to destroy everything in the world, and everything in the world would return to dust once it hit.

"'God Strike'?" Siji smiled lightly, "Unfortunately, I have never been afraid of anyone in terms of energy."

1. That's right, this luminous man is the god of war Artosh, that's what the so-called real person doesn't show his face.

Chapter 37 "Dragon God's Tucao"

Facing the four seasons that made him feel a sense of crisis, God of War excitedly unleashed a unparalleled blow at him - "God Strike".A pair of wings of light covering the sky and the sun spread out in the sky, and then, the wings closed together, converging into a shattering blow, striking towards the four seasons with terrifying power.

Seeing the pulsation of power enough to shake the planet in front of him, Siji's face remained unchanged, and now he is not afraid of any type of energy attack.