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Therefore, Artoius will always be the strongest, and it is impossible to measure him with conventional strength.

after all……

The strongest is the strongest because the strongest, what is the significance of the increase or decrease of strength?

"You are admired and respected by thousands of people and obtained the essence, so your strongest is only empty strongest, even in battle, you are only the strongest as always. Therefore, you absolutely can't understand what the strongest is!"

Annan shrugged, raised a finger under Artoius' gaze, and spoke lightly.

"However, I can be sure that if you do fail one day, you are destined to be defeated in the weakest hands."

"Idiot! How can the strong be defeated by the weak? If so, can it still be considered the strongest?!"

Altixu's eighteen wings fluttered slightly, and angrily rebuked Annan's words.

"The answer to this kind of question, I said you don't understand it, and you can't understand it until you experience it yourself."

Annan smiled, and an ethereal voice sounded from all directions, "God of War, why don't we make a promise!"

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Artosh savored Annan's words carefully, and moved his steel-like black beard.

"First of all, let me confirm that the gods of your world started the war for something, right?"

In order to confirm the conjecture in his heart, Annan began to talk.

"That's right. It's just a group of weaklings fighting each other for the throne of the only god."

Artosh nodded, affirmed Annan's thoughts, and told the truth about the start of the war.

The throne of the One God—specifically, something called a "star chalice".

Divine Seeds are born from the planet and are expected and prayed for, so that the essence of God can be revealed.

But if it continues to be born, the number of gods is too much.

This group of high-ranking guys twitched their brains and felt that too many people not only threatened themselves, but also failed to highlight their nobility...

Coupled with a desire for greater power, the Star Cup was created.

It was a "conceptual device" set up by the gods in order to confine gods—that is, beings capable of exercising the magic of creating racial hierarchies to one person.

But it is impossible for the gods to make "devices" that master the power of all gods.

Because that means to use the power of "ten" to make more than "eleven".

The so-called One God is the one who controls all powers including the gods.

Assuming that there are ten people in the gods, all ten people will only have the power of ten people, but the star cup is - to create a power that can completely control the power of ten people.

To make a simple analogy...

Just like lifting yourself up and stepping on your left foot to ascend to the sky, it is a dumbfounding stupid thing.

This falls into the God paradox. Can the omnipotent God create a stone that he cannot lift?

In theory, it is not possible.

So, in the end, there is only one way to go.

——If there are ten people in God, as long as you kill nine people, you will be the only God!

Destroys the "spirits" of other gods, and absorbs the power generated during the destruction.

By doing that, he increased his own power and gained enough power to make the "Star Grail" appear.

However, after all, as long as the gods are prayed, a corresponding number will be born.

Even if all the main gods were killed, it would be troublesome if new gods were born and surpassed themselves.

That's why the throne of the One God——As long as it is ruled by the "Star Grail", the "One God" is born.

"This is the origin of this war, it's boring, isn't it?"

Artosh looked at the planet below, and his words showed no interest in the war that was taking place.

Speak the truth……

As far as the strength of other gods is concerned, fighting is like a child playing at home in Art's eyes, and he feels that he is bullying the small when he takes action.

Artosh wasn't targeting anyone, he just wanted to say that gods other than him are garbage.

There is not even a god species who can take his punch, the only god who is still fighting for a fart?

If it weren't for the lack of interest in stepping on ants, and the pursuit of a star cup, this battle would have been ended by Arto Xiu long ago.

"You say that, it's really boring!"

Annan touched his chin and said in agreement, while heaving a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

There is only one guy out of this world, and as long as Artosh is killed, no one can stop him from helping Tiamat get the Star Cup.

"Let's get down to business, what do you want to promise me?"

Artosh looked at Annan, who was barely able to fight him, and asked with interest.

Annan smiled and threw out his own thoughts.

"I said you will be defeated by the weakest, and on this planet, there happens to be one of the weakest races."

"You mean the monkeys?"

"Monkey...Although it does belong to Homo erectus, I prefer you to call it a human. After all, I am also a human."

Annan's mouth twitched, corrected the God of War's name, and then continued.

"The gods created their own races to use for war, but the human beings that evolved naturally do not belong to any gods and can only survive the war, but this is the end of the situation."

"Next, humans will represent me, end this war, and defeat you as the weakest!"

"Just by humans?"

Artosh looked at Annan coldly.

"Only human beings."

Annan's answer was equally cold and tough.

"Okay, I believe you once, what am I going to do?"

"Sit on your throne and wait for the weakest to beat you, that's all."

"What if humans can't do it?"

"If humans can't do it, then I will personally take action and defeat you completely!"

Annan said boldly, as if he was really sure of defeating the God of War.

"Then why don't you beat me now?"

The God of War heard the words and asked inexplicably.

"Because, now I have no weaknesses, my only weakness is not around."

"What does this have to do with defeating me? What happens when you have a weakness?!"

Annan, who was about to turn around and leave, heard this question, his body paused slightly, and there was some kind of emotion that the God of War could not understand flashing in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Annan replied.

"If my weakness is around..."

"I think...I'll probably be invincible!"

第180七章 休比

The war that took place outside the planet is over.

No one knows who is fighting with the God of War, but this is no longer important. The power of the God of War in this battle has raised the vigilance of the rest of the races and gods, and has fallen into a chain of suspicion.

Everyone is thinking about how to deal with the God of War on their own side, and at the same time doubting which side can match the God of War.

For a while, the situation on this planet was turbulent.

The major races and the gods they belonged to have consciously stopped the battle, and the intensity of the war has been reduced.

Before the victory of the war was assured, this choice was a matter of course.

When you are in a weak position, you should accumulate strength and turn to secretly reconnaissance and research and development of more powerful weapons and tactics until you surpass your opponents.

There is a simpler name for this situation - nuclear deterrence.

Through the deterrence of powerful forces, the enemy realizes that it may face unbearable consequences and generates fear, and dare not take hostile military actions rashly, so as to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy without fighting.

So, after being shown his powers by Artesio, there was a brief and fragile calm on the planet instead.

"It's just that this calm is not peace, but a prelude to the start of the next big war."

Artosh sat on his throne and took a deep breath, the smell of gunpowder and blood and fire seemed to permeate his nose.

The calm on the surface is just to cover up the turbulent undercurrent, and the strongest god who feeds on war can clearly feel all this.

"Everyone is suppressing themselves. The more suppressed it is, the more likely the power that will eventually erupt... This feeling is really pleasant, and it makes me look forward to the next battle."

With one hand propping his chin, Artosh looked into the distance, golden pupils brimming with excitement that made all Flügels fear.

incredible……

Even the Flügel that was created by the God of War himself had never seen his lord show such emotions.

——Looking forward to a battle with an unknown outcome, even if there is a possibility of defeat, there is still no fear.

Regardless of whether he wins or loses, he simply enjoys the battle. Of course he is happy if he wins, but he can't even ask for it if he loses.

That must be an expression that is more enjoyable than anyone else.

It's normal to be happy.

After all, tens of thousands of years have passed, and finally a worthy opponent handed him a challenge book.

—Sit down and wait for someone to pull you off your throne.

That other world powerhouse named Annan issued an open and honest challenge.