Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

In a world full of sores, the traces of life are hard to find.

The gods wagered on the only throne, and led their respective families to launch an eternal battle.

All beings in the world are killing and being killed, and there is an endless cycle of hatred and hatred.

The red ashes covered the sky and the green corpses scattered all over the earth. This was a war that could destroy the planet.

The era of killing each other goes on tirelessly and never ends.

There is no blood floating on the earth, and there is no screaming in the sky, only despair, lamentation and resentment fill the world.

The world is like a corpse that is still wandering after death, and no poet with great talent can sing this history.

In this world, legendary warriors die every moment, and new legends are born.

In just an instant, the god of war who saw countless dead beings turned a deaf ear to the mourning of all beings, and just sighed.

How many years have passed since he nailed his only friend and only enemy, the final dragon Hatirem to the highest mountain?

Fifteen thousand years.

It is a pity that even after so many years, there is no existence that can make his wish come true.

The god who hadn't held the steel gun that once melted the supreme dragon for a long time stood up with a little tiredness in his eyes.

It's really boring.

Is there really an existence in this world that can fight against him?

As the war morbidity unfolded, some doubts flashed in the eyes of the God of War, whose strength continued to climb upwards.

Maybe, if you want to find an existence that can match him, it doesn't exist at all.

I really hope that an enemy can fall from the sky.

The man who is the supreme god of this world prays.

Then--

A miracle happened.

He felt that a huge force that did not belong to this world flashed across this world.

In just an instant, the guy restrained his breath, and even the God of War could no longer find it.

But, for sure, that guy is strong.

"The enemy is finally here."

In the midst of the countless Flügel's bows, the master who had been tired for fifteen thousand years laughed softly.

"My great master, what are you talking about, meow?"

The Flügel No. [-] individual who couldn't understand its master at all——Azrael looked at the master who seemed to cheer up, and expressed the doubts of all the Flügel.

"My enemy has come."

With a black beard as strong as steel, the God of War looked down at his beloved wings and issued a supreme order.

"My wings, I order you to find him!"

Chapter 2 Want to try to see who can find the master's enemies first?

——Something like the "sun" seems to have existed before.

The legend goes like this - the white flames shone brightly, and the sky was a clear blue.

It is said that the "war" between the gods and their creations caused the earth to scorch and ashes to cover the sky.

The ashes slammed into the power of the stars flowing in the sky - the elf corridor, emitting light, dyeing the sky red.

And that red color covers every piece of land that is still killing each other.

Or maybe it was the screams and the blood that the planet itself uttered...

On the blood-colored sky, only—blue ash floated down.

In this blood-stained age, in this world that is nothing short of hell, there is a race that lives happily and happily.They live easily, live comfortably, and live extremely happily.

Needless to say, this race is the Flügel.

This is their paradise—the capital built on the back of Avant Heim, a fantasy species floating in the air.

The smiles and scoldings of the cute girls filled the room.

Surrounded by lush greenery, petals fluttering in the wind, beautiful angels gracefully soared in the air with chirping birds.

They are extremely happy and happy to sing every day.

The heavens, the earth and the planets are all dying, and they are the only ones who are still enjoying life in this situation.

In the world called Game Life, races are divided into upper-level races and lower-level races according to the adaptability of spirits.

The dependents of the God of War, the Flügel, is a member of the upper race, and it is also the most enthusiastic and slaughtering race among all the upper races.

In the chaos of war, the delusion that either you are dead or I am alive shrouded the world.

This delusion is the very essence of what gave rise to the Flügel and their creators.

In fact, there is no illogicality, they are the crystallization of all living beings' desire for war.

They spread the flames of war into the world and are the embodiment of death.

They were in high spirits, slaughtered with all their might in a world full of slaughter, and enjoyed this blood-stained era to the fullest.

Today, they are also lively discussing.

The creatures living on earth would probably find this kind of life illogical.

They live in fear every day, succumbing to despair and cursing their ineptitude in the dead world.But the group of guys in the sky happily sings and kills every day, is it really unreasonable in their eyes?

But the Flügel itself is such an illogical existence.

A race that kills for the sake of killing - Flügel. "

And now, the slaughtering angels, who exist as the biggest unreasonable race, have received orders from their masters.

"My enemy has come."

"My wings, I order you to find him!"

"My lord really has enough fuss meow~"

As if complaining, the Flügel's No. [-] individual - Azrael scratched her head and complained.

"Where in this world can there be someone who can be called his enemy?"

This is the truth.

In this world, the only existence that can compete with the god of war Artesius is the dragon king, the end dragon.

but--

That invincible Dragon King has been around for fifteen thousand years.

Since then, there has been no existence in this world that can rival the God of War Artosh.

To be honest, Azrael was actually a little puzzled.

According to the master's strength, he can kill other gods with the power of thunder and gain the supreme dominion of this world.

but--

After defeating the final dragon, the god-sama who had always been brave and invincible suddenly became decadent.

Fifteen thousand years, you can even count the number of times you have risen from the throne.

Is it an illusion?

I always feel that the owner seems to be a little tired of war.

Thinking of this, Azrael couldn't help laughing.

This idea is so ridiculous.

The master is the incarnation of the concept of "war". All battles, disputes, and killings in this world are his concept. With such a concept, he should be the most murderous existence in this world.

If he doesn't do it now, he probably has no interest in crushing ants.

So, let's hurry up and find the enemy in the master's mouth.

Although I don't think anyone in this world is worthy of being an enemy of her creator, Azrael thinks it would be a good thing if she could find a toy to make her master interested.

Thinking like this, she raised her head and showed her dignity as the eldest sister as much as possible, announcing to her sisters.

"Meow meow!!! Listen to me meow~"

The translucent, soothing, and soft female voice resounded through this nightmare-like sky paradise.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to this once very cold funny ratio.

More slaughter angels chose to surround themselves with a single-eyed, one-winged Flügel with a broken halo above its head.

The one-eyed, one-winged Flügel with the incomplete halo on the top of his head was named Raphael.

The Flügel once challenged the gods, and at one point defeated the gods.

At that time, Rafael and Azrael commanded the army together, and personally penetrated the essence of the gods, making great contributions to the victory.And the price she paid was a heavy injury that even the Lord God's protection could not repair.

And now Rafael is still fighting on the front lines, and most of the Flügel hold her in high regard.

The Killing Angels obviously preferred to follow another Flügel's command than a meow meow meow all day long.

Among them, there is also a girl with long seven-colored hair scattered, and a cross pattern in the amber eyes.

She was particularly conspicuous among the hordes of angels who returned triumphantly and splashed with enemy blood.

Extra individual - Jibril.

"Meow?! Raphael, you actually overstepped me to increase the favorability of Little Jeep, meow?!"

As if her beloved toy had been snatched away, Azrael jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stomped on, pushed her sisters away and squeezed to Raphael's side, barking angrily.

"The only person who can team up with my little jeep is me! Get back, meow!"