My Wife is Tim

Annan snorted and said with a smile.

"But not when you're for me."

Tiamat stared at Annan, making Annan gradually silent, before replying in a low voice after a long time.

"So I will definitely win."

"Well, I believe you."

Tiamat's face suddenly burst into a charming smile, raised his head slightly, and the lips of the two accurately kissed together.

The kissed Annan's eyes widened, but he was not to be outdone in the next moment, grabbing the sweetness in Tiamat's mouth.

After a long time, Annan slowly separated a little, Tiamat breathed lightly, his eyes had become blurred, and the kissed red lips were slightly moist, like a rose with morning dew.

"When you come back safely, there will be further rewards."

Leaning in Annan's arms, Tiamat's blushing face was charming, but his temperament was pure and unsullied, which made his breathless words more attractive.

Changed the usual, Annan is afraid that it will be like a chicken blood.

But at this time, it was rare for him to not have any desire when he embraced the softness, but just smiled peacefully and responded.

"……it is good."

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Inside the Palace of the God of War.

Artosh sat on his throne, fiddling with a cell phone running the war strategy game that Annan had sent him down to pass the time.

The game screen is exquisite, the special effects rendering are smooth and gorgeous, and the game characters in it are even more exposed.

Azrael, who was on the side, secretly looked at her and felt a little hot on her face, and felt a little disappointed when she touched her small chest.

But Artosh had a flat expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a look of disdain, as if he was saying...that's all?

"It's boring to be the same."

I saw that Artixu was skillfully manipulating the game character, and after hitting a 99999999999 damage, he closed the mobile game and uninstalled it.

"Hehehehe, is my lord not playing? It looks very interesting, meow~"

Azrael has never been in contact with these games, and although the characters in the games are exposed, they are not good for the Flügels.

So she still watched it with relish and a sense of substitution, especially when those characters slaughtered hundreds of elite monsters with one move, they looked cool.

"Interesting? Haha, Azrael, you haven't seen it through yet."

As for the first individual he created, Artosh was still very pleasant and explained to Azrael.

"These games, no matter what the graphics and gameplay are, but in the final analysis, they are just some numbers."

"In order to attract people to play, these games have set up a numerical feedback mechanism. As the game time increases, the monsters become more and more powerful, but the character's ability value is also getting higher and higher, and the damage caused by monsters is stronger. , repeating the cycle, the value expands infinitely.”

"Almost all games are like this. It's just a matter of changing the soup or not. For example, I played a game called Onmyoji. The damage in the early stage was four digits, and the damage in the later stage was casually hundreds of millions."

"There is a game called Bengsan that does the same. The damage in the early stage is tens of thousands, and the limit in the later stage is over a million damage. There is also a game called Azur Lane, which was only a few big ones at first, and now I am indifferent when I see the e-cup."

Artexu seemed to have a deep sense of it, weighed the phone in his hand, and said meaningfully.

"It's called numerical inflation, empty and meaningless, just like power itself."

After saying that, Artosh threw the phone to Azrael with a look of great interest.

He doesn't need any more gadgets to pass the time.

"I have thought about this question countless times. What is the meaning of the strongest power? It is the strongest at all times, so what is the difference between it and the value in the game?"

Artesius seemed to be asking himself, stood up from the throne, and the strongest might spread out.

The space began to tremble unceasingly, and it was like the sky was falling when he raised his hands and feet.

This is the power of the strongest, and this is true invincibility.

Even if everything in the world adds up, it can't match it.

The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, and the four directions are invincible!

How arrogant, how arrogant this is!

But it makes no sense, at least not for the strongest itself.

"Thousands of years ago, someone said that my strongest is nothing but the strongest, but it has no ability to prove it."

Artixu said lightly, expounding the ancient myth, just like himself, ancient and powerful.

"Now, are you here to prove it? Annan!"

The sturdy god stepped down from the throne, and with an overwhelming sense of presence, asked the void in front of him.

The voice of the strongest god turned into invisible ripples, sweeping out like a stormy sea.

"It's been a while, Artesio, your hospitality is still so rude."

The voice that sounded out of nowhere came lingeringly, the ripples that disturbed the space were easily suppressed, and the surroundings returned to normal again.

After doing all this, Annan stood in the center of the palace, and looked at Artetho, who was standing in front of the throne, calmly.

An undisguised aura rose from these two people, and a terrifying storm was generated under the confrontation of the aura, making Azrael on the side a little unsteady.

This fact made Azrael silent.

The Flügel is the only god-slaying race today, and she was the one who took the Flügel to slaughter the gods.

But the god killed by himself is probably not much stronger than a chicken compared to the two who are facing each other.

My lord...and there are strong men equal to my lord...

Even if Azrael wanted to say something, her throat couldn't make any sound under such pressure.

All she can do is watch, and even the qualifications to watch are because Artosh feels that his battle should be witnessed by a person, so he protected Azrael and allowed her to watch the battle here.

"God of War, you asked me in the past, why is the strongest?"

Annan glanced at Azrael, then focused his attention on Artesu and spoke solemnly.

"Yes, you replied that the strongest can only be defined by the weak."

Artixu nodded, stretched out his hand, and the spear that shattered time and space turned into a stream of light, which he held in his hand.

"This sentence does make sense, but if losing to the weak is the fate of the strong, then the one defeated by the weak is the strongest... is it really the strongest?!"

Speaking of which, Artosh spread his radiant pure white wings, and showed a fierce smile with the overflowing joy in his chest.

"No matter what, today I will understand the answer to that eternal question!"

"Are you so sure that I'm here to fight you?"

Annan moved his wrist and did not deny the words of the God of War, but just asked curiously.

"If you're trying to hide something else, I might be tricked into it..."

Artosh said calmly, but there was a tragic tragic like a sea of ​​corpses and blood in his words.

"But I am the god of war, only the smell of gunpowder smoke of war, I will not be mistaken!"

The war has begun.

Even if it looks normal on the surface, and all races are no different, but the aura of war, Arto Xiu has long been aware of.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time, haha, the one who dares to confront the strongest who is famous all over the three thousand worlds is actually the weakest of any race in the world that doesn't care about it - it makes sense!"

Artois's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he laughed arrogantly.

"However, I'm very curious. Our agreement was that I would wait for the weakest ones to fight. Why did you appear in front of me first?"

"No, Arto, you have made a mistake."

Annan shook his head, and under his thoughts, the magic circles hidden around the city in the sky, Abunt Heim, were activated one by one.

"It's not that I appear in front of you first, but... the time is just right!"

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Around the city of Flügel that floats high in the sky.

A beam of light rose into the sky, exuding bursts of astonishing fluctuations, and Huanghuang Shenwei directly tore the blood-colored sky.

Countless mysterious and obscure runes floated, and the lines symbolizing the principles of heaven and earth spread, covering the entire city with overwhelming momentum.

And all these changes happened in an instant, so fast that people were caught off guard.

"What the hell?! What's going on with this large-scale magic circle?!"

"I don't know! Abant Heim is completely surrounded, he can't go out, and the effect of the magic circle can't be analyzed!"

"In short, in short, all on alert, enemy attack, this is enemy attack!"

Even the people who brought the city to the Flügel who were making dumplings were a mess, and they were in a hurry.

Some people use detection magic, and some people use space transfer to try to fly into the air outside.

The magic circle that can wrap around Abant Heim, like a moat, divides the space across the space, and is unbreakable, making it impossible for all Flügels to enter and exit.

"—Hoohahahahahaha!"

That voice, at the same time as the loud laughter sounded, all the Flügels fell silent.

"Hahaha! After we have known each other for so long, this is the first time that you have shown killing intent so thoroughly! Is this your full strength?!"

Artosh continued to let out a laugh that shocked Avant Heim, while Azrael was trembling by the side.

She was trembling not because of fear, but because the two who were facing each other were too strong.

Even if it's just a casual conversation, the power emanating from Annan and Artixu can crush the space and destroy everything.

Under such circumstances, Azrael was only slightly shaken by the pressure, which was already a good performance.

But this has not yet been officially fought, and she feels that she can't bear the burden. Will she really be able to fulfill her duty of witnessing this battle after a fight?

Azrael pondered for a while, and came to a conclusion based on the Flügel's dead-headed and lacking thinking—

As long as you can hold on for as long as you can, in short, hold on until the last moment, the big deal is death.