Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

"Speaking of the original, the deviation of heaven and earth, the gospel of opening up nothingness - it is my deviation that opens up the world."

In Artoxiu's sight, the dark red thunder is leaping in the world, and countless cracks like shattered glass on the space show the fragility of the world.

"The whirlpool of stars, the so-called "hell of heaven" is the end of the night before the creation of the world."

"It is enough to accept death silently."

The world seemed to be frozen, and silently, crisscrossed red electric lights filled the world in sight.

Then--

The horizon is shattering.

There is no metaphor of any level of abstraction here, it exists in the distant horizon - the place where the sky and the earth meet, and the sky and the earth disappear at the same time.

The world is being swallowed by something dark.It's like mountains and rivers being crushed by constantly advancing avalanches.

That darkness represents nothingness where even the possibility has disappeared, and all matter, energy, time and space, and concepts all return to the state of 'nothing'.

As if to say goodbye, the boy issued a death sentence to the seriously injured God of War.

"Goodbye, Artosh."

The next moment, the broken world engulfed the god of war named Artosh.

ps: I suddenly started to worry about what to write in the next book

Chapter 29 The Allegiance of the Flügel

Artosh, God of War, is dead.

The deviant sword from the great god Enki attacks the world, and the thunder of Indra from Indra melts away all concepts other than the world.

After the fusion of these two powers, it can already be regarded as a conceptual special attack power, coupled with the sublimation of the power of divine strike, the power represented by that blow is already completely unreasonable.

The boy who lost 80.00% of Hachi's divine power in an instant stood on the devastated planet and stretched out his hand.

In the battle between the two top gods, this bitter planet that somehow became the cradle of the birth of the gods was obviously hammered hard by the aftermath.

However, this is not the end.

The young man who also expected to turn the star cup into a holy relic integrated with himself, and then turn it into a "seat" to spread "reason" stretched out his hand.

Then--

A platinum sword appeared in his hand.

"Tear it apart."

Under the will of the master, I don't know if it can be called the divine sword. The celestial weapon collection turned into a streamer, easily passed through the tiankeng blasted out by the aftermath of the divine strike, and then pierced through the planet.

The pierced star core—the source current of the Elven Corridor spurted out, and the power enough to form the world and enough to eliminate the world without leaving a trace was released.

Like rays of light, the polyhedron of the pentagram emerges, followed by the star-shaped dodecahedron.

That is the most buggy concept device in the world. As long as you hold it, you can perfectly control the concept and power of a theoretically infinite number of gods, and become the only god who knows everything.

Without any hesitation, Li Zihan waved his sleeves, and lifted away the remains of the killed elves around when the star cup appeared, and then grabbed the star cup floating in the air.

Thus, the world became his property.

"It's really simple enough."

The young man who has become the only god clenched the star cup in his hand, and said words that were very heart-wrenching for other gods.

This game should be over.

The boy who won the victory entirely by relying on the technology of Ex-Machinas and Goblins naturally replaced his holy relic with a star cup.

Immediately afterwards, a faint brilliance appeared on the surface of the star cup.

Everyone in the world witnessed that scene.

So that, in this story, is one of the very few historical facts that remain in the record.

——First, light covers the world.

The light diffused from far away dyed the red sky and the blue earth white, taking away the realm of heaven and earth.

As soon as the silent diffusion of light ceased—the world suddenly lost its color.

Looking at the sky and the earth, everyone was confused, and then realized it was a beat late.

The ash fluttering in the sky stayed in the air, the fire of war forgot to shake, and everything stopped.

- even time.All but those who have life cease.

All the creatures who were at a loss for that scene were all left behind, after a few moments.

- Shock enveloped the world.

At the same time, the people looking up at the sky widened their eyes.To this extraordinary scene——all creatures and races could only look on incomprehensibly.

"Sixteen races that claim to have intelligence, in the name of the only god, I declare this battle to be over."

The outsider who ended the war in the most violent way raised the star cup in his hand, and based on the fact that the throne of the only god ignored the consent of the sixteen races, he announced the end of the race war with an extremely flat attitude.

From that day on, the world changed.

After the voice announcing the end of the war sounded, a girl's startled voice came from the new capital of the Flügel.

"In the end, isn't my lord Artosh the winner?"

Jibril looked at the sky in the distance, her voice was a bit bitter.

Although she had already known that Li Zihan was an anomaly with the possibility of killing the God of War, she never thought that he actually killed her master, the strongest god Artoxiu.

"What, what's going on here!?"

Unlike Jibril's situation, the other Flügel fell into panic, they couldn't accept the fact that their master was defeated at all.

"The master fulfilled his true desire and returned to the concept."

Azrael, who has always had comedian images appearing in front of many Flügel, calmly stated the truth.

The smile is as hollow as a mask, like a puppet that has abandoned its emotions.

"Our mission has come to an end."

Raphael, who only had one wing and one eye, spoke slowly.

The Flügel was created by Artosh. It is a weapon to destroy gods and other races. It has always followed orders to kill the enemy. It was born just to dedicate the throne of the only god to Artosh.

However, Artosh, the God of War, has already died in order to feel what it means to be "the strongest", so it seems that the sword that exists only to win the star cup does not need to continue to exist.

"Then...we should scrap ourselves too."

Among the Flügel, there was such a voice.

Following this sound, the entire Flügel fell into deathly silence.

As the most loyal race in this world, it's normal for the Flügel to have the idea of ​​following their master.

After that voice sounded, quite a few Flügel began to unleash their power, preparing to give themselves the final blow.

"No, my lord gave another order before going to the battlefield."

"Master Artosh's order?"

Quite a few Flügel looked at the expressionless figure, who couldn't see the funny-looking figure before, and looked a little dazed.

"My lord doesn't want us to die here, so he ordered me to give my allegiance to him after he loses to the new strongest."

Azrael who had indeed received such an order spoke slowly.

"We have a new master?"

"So, what is our next task?"

The Flügel, who was empty in his heart, looked at the eldest sister in front of him with bewildered eyes, and various thoughts flooded his mind.

Artosh, the god of war, has died, and another god has become the new master. Facing this fact, which is absolutely unbelievable but can only be admitted, all members of the Flügel are at a loss and at a loss.

Therefore, since the old master made an agreement before death to give the sword to the victor, the women whose ownership has been transferred have no right to judge whether it is useful to them or whether they should die.

Even if the new master is the one who killed the old master, as swords, they have no right to object.

"We are the sword sent by Master Artoxiu, and Master Artoxiu's last order is to transfer the ownership of the sword."

After saying this, Azrael put away her light wheel and folded her wings, and walked towards an area that had the same aura as the God of War.

"Let's go, go and pay homage to our new master."

Chapter 30 Flügel Paradise Project

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight poured into the room from the gap in the window. The curtains had lost their effect under the blowing of the breeze, and the sunlight shone comfortably into the room...

Li Zihan, who was sleeping, felt that his comfortable dream was dispelled by the dazzling light.

The drowsiness dissipated like thin ice under the sun in an instant, Li Zihan gently opened his eyes...

In the past, Li Zihan would stretch comfortably the first time he woke up, but this time Li Zihan didn't.

Because, without stretching, he is already very comfortable...

A feeling of tightness came from under his body, which made Li Zihan hum comfortably. Li Zihan, who had already woken up, naturally remembered what happened last night.

Under reasonable planning, Li Zihan, who had already replaced the God of War, obtained the Star Cup very easily, and then turned it into his own holy relic according to a fool's operation.

As a matter of course, after turning the god representing the highest authority of the Star Grail universe into Li Zihan's holy relic, all souls in the universe came under his rule.

Of course, he leaked.

The ultimate stage of eternal destruction - outflow.

Now if Li Zihan was to be given a title, it would probably be the Lord of the First Day.

However, the master of the first day is probably the only master of the seat.

After all, the "seat" necessary to cover the universe - the star cup is actually Li Zihan's holy relic.