Traveling through countless worlds at the same time, the golden finger is actually myself

"[All 'Observation Body' and 'Analysis Body' have been linked to all friendly parties!]"

"[Follow the order of the will-target 'Avant Heim'!]"

"[Aiming · Deviation Correction · One-way traffic!】"

"[All - joint attack!]"

The unstoppable pillar of flames, the artillery fire that engulfs everything, the strong light that shines in the world, and the final attacks that represent "hope" or "destruction" appear in this time and space one after another. The power that can distort the entire world is in front of everyone. bloom.

It was a volley capable of changing the fate of the planet, it was the light of dawn before the end of the Great War, and it was—the fireworks that entered the arena to welcome the strongest god, the monster named Artosh.

The blood-red sky was streaked by the united multicolored light, carrying the traces of separating the planets, rushing towards the final enemy.

"Then what's the bottom line!"

Relying on Abant's auxiliary perception, Azrael discovered the attack far away in the sky within a few milliseconds, but before she could react, the fiery light directly hit the corneas in her eyes. and lens all burn through.

And in the next few seconds, all the Flügel who discovered the distant attack all encountered the same experience.

"Hahahahaha, it's so exciting, it's so wonderful, I thought I'd be waiting a little longer, but now it's here."

Rough laughter spread to the ears of all the Flügel, and their cries of pain stopped, "But that's good, as the 'firework' that invited me in, it's good enough!"

Chapter 58 【God Strike】

"Everyone, calm down. Although it has been locked, I have asked Abang Jun to move, so I won't be hit so quickly!"

Azrael's voice successfully stopped the chaos of all the Flügel. Relying on their own extraordinary physical strength and recovery techniques, their burned eyeballs have completely recovered.

This time, there was no need to distinguish, just the impression left on the retina the moment before the eyeball was burned was enough for them to confirm the true face of the attack.

There is no doubt that it is based on the ultimate skill of the Flügel [Sky Strike], mixed with other moves of the same level such as [Void Zero Protection].

[Sky Strike], that move is almost impossible to be mastered by other races!

Azrael couldn't help gritting her teeth, "Where did this attack come from?"

The questioning order was passed on in an instant, but the response was quickly collected.

Obviously, none of the Flügel had ever used 【Sky Strike】.

"Could it be Xiaoji?" But Azrael immediately vetoed this guess, "No, it's impossible for Xiaoji to unleash such an amount of attacks."

In fact, part of her guess was correct, because the reason why the Ex-Machinas were able to reproduce the move of [Sky Strike] was really thanks to the fact that after being charged by Yunfan, it was released in front of the Ex-Machinas in large numbers. Jibril from 【Sky Strike】.

"Wait, it's those broken coppers!"

Although because of Yunfan's order before, the Ex-Machinas didn't fully display the new skills they had learned on the frontal battlefield, but the ability to imitate the Ex-Machinas is well known among most races.

And although they didn't directly intervene in the battlefield because of Artosh's order, Azrael and the others have also observed the war on the ground, and they are still impressed by the large number of Ex-Machinas that appear from time to time.

Such a large number of [Sky Strike] attacks at this moment can only come from them.

"So what if it can be imitated, a bunch of broken copper and iron, after all, they are just fakes!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a vicious smile appeared on Azrael's face.

Since the ability of the Ex-Machinas to reproduce and create can be known by all races, it will naturally also be studied in a targeted manner.

Theoretically speaking, as long as it is attacked, the Ex-Machina can reproduce the attack or create new armor through the data collected when it was attacked.

But the replica is still not perfect after all. Although some restrictions can be avoided through some calculation methods, the moves produced by the replica cannot be compared with the original version after all. Generally, the abilities of "pseudo-code" can only have part of the original version at most. power.

"Raphael, leave 50.00% of the members to you for protection, others, give me their strength, and I will counteract this attack!"

Such an attack must not be able to be carried out multiple times, so block this attack first.

We have always been the only ones hunting other races, and dare to challenge us directly. Now even the Lord God will not stop us from entering the battlefield, just wait for me!

Hatred in her heart, after confirming the source of the attack, Azrael immediately began to issue orders.

But before they started to act, they heard the voice of the main god reaching the ears of all the Flügel.

"No need, Azrael, this time, I will do it!"

All the Flügel stopped their actions, quietly waiting for the order from the Creator who had never left the throne for tens of thousands of years.

"So what about gathering the power of the 'weak'? Can you really fight against me, or are you ready to face me?"

The golden pupils exuded a frightening light, which was an expression that no Flügel had ever seen before, that expression called "excitement".

Azrael hastily stepped forward tremblingly and said, "But my lord, it's just that these 'weak people' are not worthy of your hands, why don't we let us solve it, you just need to face that..."

"No, Azrael, those guys are not opponents you can fight against. 'Weak'? Have you forgotten that fiasco?"

The absolutely powerful god uttered absolutely powerful words, which made Azrael and the members of the Eighteen Wings around her turn pale.

How could it be possible to forget that it was the first time in thousands of years such a disastrous experience.But it was precisely because of this that Azrael was particularly obsessed with the army on the ground, the race named "Chaos".

As if wanting to argue, Azrael spoke again, "My lord, we—"

Then he was directly interrupted by Artoxiu's words.

"—No need to say any more, I've made up my mind."

Obviously, Artoxiu didn't want to wait any longer. The tens of thousands of years of waiting not only did not calm his heart, but made his heart even hotter.

The expectation of the strength of the enemy, the expectation of a hearty battle, the expectation of one's own defeat.

【The one who understands and defines the strongest is usually the weak】, this sentence left by Zhonglong before his death was once again imprinted in his heart.

"Born among apes, an existence that was not even considered a race at the beginning, but can appear on the opposite side of me. Perhaps your answer is correct."

It seems to be a memory, it seems to be sure, Artosh murmured, staring at the distance with burning eyes, "But, 'helplessness is the strongest', there is no doubt about it!"

He slowly raised his right hand, "As a recognition of you, try to face my strongest blow!"

Golden streamers exploded from Artoxiu's whole body, and the entire Abangt shook violently just by squeezing his fists slightly, as if he couldn't bear such a mighty force, space and time let out a wail.

There were also many Flügel who wailed at the same time, but perhaps because they received Artosh's protection, their condition was not too bad.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Artosh declared so.

That is the power that belongs exclusively to Artosh, the God of War, the strongest god, and the existence that overlooks everything in the world.

——Summon all the Flügel and use them as a medium to fuse and release all their [Sky Strike].

Its name is 【God Strike】!

"Ah, are you finally going to see it, the apex of this world?"

In the distant [Paradise], the black-eyed boy seemed to "see" Artosh's gaze at the same time.

"Just like you are looking forward to your opponent, I have been looking forward to standing in front of you."

"Yunfan..." Dora's voice came from outside.

"Don't worry, whether it's for me or our future, I will not lose. Our strength is unlimited."

The boy's figure turned into a phantom, slowly disappeared into the room, and just like everyone knew, he was heading towards the destination he was bound to reach.

Chapter 59 The Law of Victory Has Been Decided

Looking at Artosh's raised right hand, Azrael suddenly thought of something, knelt down and said, "It's a great honor for us to see my lord's [Divine Strike] after thousands of years to the end."

"But, my lord, the reason why the enemy used this despicable method to raid here is probably to make you use this trick, I hope you think twice!"

Earlier, Azrael was still angry at the shamelessness of those guys on the ground, but at this moment, under Artoxiu's action, she also recalled it.

The other party obviously launched an attack on Abant on purpose. If Artoxiu didn't make a move, it would ruin the place; and if Artoxiu made a move, it would be right in their hands.

You know, there are thousands of Ex-Machinas on the ground at this moment observing the place from 360 degrees without any dead angle. Once the move of [God Strike] appears, they will instantly record all the data of this move. record it.And with the speed of those guys, I'm afraid it won't take long to reproduce this move.

"Those scrap irons must be waiting for you to use [God Strike] at this moment. Once that time comes, I'm afraid..."

Azrael was afraid that the creator didn't think of the pros and cons, so she hurriedly continued.

"Yeah, they saw it, so what?"

The proud words of God of War made Azrael fall into silence.

"No need to worry, the so-called strong is me, and the weak is everything except me."

It is obviously the most arrogant words, but it seems to be the most normal reasoning in Artosh's mouth, "As the strongest, for the weak, I am happy for their hatred, I covet their anger, and I allow them Rebellion, but also praise for its stupidity!"

The golden pupils of the God of War shone with the most domineering light, and there was a vicious smile on his originally calm face.

Only then did Azrael recall that, yes, the existence in front of her is so supreme—as the embodiment of the concept of [war], the Lord is invincible, because she is the strongest, she is the strongest.

No need to worry about any hole cards, don't worry about boring calculations, just give the enemy the most unscrupulous ravages as you like.

This is the god who created the Flügel.

It's ridiculous that I would actually feel worried because of the replicating ability of those scrap irons.

Even if it is really reproduced, so what, in front of the strongest existence, all this is meaningless.

Taking a deep breath, Azrael stood up again, patted her cheeks, as if regaining her spirits, Azrael loudly ordered to the other Flügel who were still a little sluggish: "All Flügel—ready Use 【Sky Strike】——Give all the power to Artosh-sama!"

"Yes!"

As the order was passed down quickly, a violent white light began to shine on the entire Abant.

All the Flügel spread their wings one after another, and at full strength, a howling hurricane rose up, and the unique move called [Sky Strike] carried the power of all the Flügel towards their gods.

The golden-white power surged around Artoxiu, and it swelled up rapidly, hatred, fighting spirit, ferocity, divine power, tyranny, arrogance... Countless auras were pulled out from his body.

More and more gorgeous and dazzling light flickered crazily, a large amount of energy surged like a wave, swelled out crazily, and wreaked havoc towards all the creatures below Abant.

It was greater than ever, stronger than ever, twisted like never before, cohesive like never before.

As if anticipating his own ending, the planet also faintly wailed at this moment, which was a display of power, and it was the strongest legal principle.

At this moment, the existence known as the "strongest" since ten thousand years ago finally showed his "truth" to everyone in the world.

"You are suitable and self-aware, but if you get rid of the skills of carnivorous insects, you will be dusty and grassy, ​​and you will encourage yourself in the mud, gather in groups, and grow towards you, but you will know that the sky is too high and unreachable!"

White sky, white earth, white light, the world is shrouded in white.

That was enough to make the world come to an end, and together with the life of all races watching behind the light curtain, all lost the joy before.

At this moment, the goblins, dragons, and elves...all understood one thing.

Everyone thinks that they have the trump cards that can resist the gods, [Marrow Explosion], [Void Zero Protection], [Bad Release Melting World]...

So they should take it for granted that the power of the gods is just like this-even if it is the "strongest", so what, as long as there are enough killers, they can always be defeated.

However, looking at the [God Strike] that exploded completely, the "truth" that shone with dazzling brilliance, and the destructive power that devoured the world.

That was a full thousand rounds of [Sky Strike], and other trump cards wrapped together, but they couldn't even resist for a moment, they were completely broken by [God Strike], and then disappeared.

Only the power of [God Strike] was left undiminished and fell towards the ground.

"[God of War], what exactly is it?"

After seeing it with their own eyes, this is a question that pops up in the minds of most creatures.

The indescribable frustration lingered in his heart, "Can we really fight against him?"

"It's over, we're all over!"

The creatures looked at the attack that had spread in the sky, it was a huge storm enough to bring the entire planet to its end.

"I've lost!"

Rational as wise as Dragon King Regin Levi, he also inevitably felt exhausted in his heart.

Maybe my choice was wrong, but it's pointless to worry about it now. If the energy storm can't be stopped, then all existence on this planet will be wiped out.

Obviously he has tried his best, and obviously he has made the best choice, so is it really so bad luck?

It's just useless to think about it now.

Lost, already completely lost!

Containing a breath of despair, Regin Levi closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

however--

He didn't wait for the end, a softer and familiar voice awakened all existence including him.

"--Won."