I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Breathing weakly as if it would break in a second, Azrael staggered towards Jibril in her arms as she staggered towards the restoration mechanism.

Could it be that other races started the war? !

No, no, such a wound...

It was completely cut off smoothly and at the root, otherwise intact, not even the body was covered with dust.

It's like...

Azrael couldn't believe her guess, but the high probability was true.

It's like——I haven't resisted at all, or in other words, I can't resist.

Limbs and wings were severed.

[Enemy] possessed the power to completely crush Jibril, he slashed her severely as if playing with her, but spared her life.

This is simply to disregard the entire Flügel, kicking open the gate as if invisible, throwing your dying companion in front of you, and then saying:

"It's really boring. The Flügel you claim to be the strongest is only at this level?"

—Who did it?

With such doubts in mind, Azrael rushed into the restoration technique and put Jibril in.

......

In the hall of the Jade Throne, Azrael folded her wings, retracted her halo, and knelt down slowly.

"What happened to the extra-number individual?"

Sitting on the supreme throne was a man with muscles as strong as a rock.

He is the strongest god, and he is also the god of war, the creator of the Flügel—the goddess Artosh.

The huge body was about several times the size of the Flügel, with a black beard as strong as steel hanging down, and the eighteen wings on its back wrapped around its body like a cloak.

The sharp golden eyes looked down on the deep-lined face, just like that, Azrael felt that her brain was also paralyzed.

However, Azrael knew that even the stalwart appearance that made people feel terrified and dazed was just a small part of her creator, a drop in the ocean, a tiny manifestation of powerful power.

"She fought with the Machina who was acting alone... When she was about to kill the Machina, she killed one halfway..." Azrael's lips moved several times, and she didn't even want to say Jeep Lil told her the truth.

But facing my lord's gaze, Azrael didn't dare to hide anything, even though this information sounded extremely absurd.

"A...human fell from the sky. Jibril used all the attacking spells on it, even including [Sky Strike], but it was unscathed."

These are Jibril's exact words.

"The limbs were cut off in an instant, even Jibril herself couldn't recognize it, and half of her wings were damaged, but the enemy didn't take her life, but let her go."

"The original words of [the enemy] are: Let no one die again."

......

Azrael was even a little dazed, but immediately returned to her thoughts, buried her head deeply and said, "Because of the extremely serious injuries and the wear and tear from using the Sky Strike, I'm currently undergoing a restoration operation, my master."

Azrael reported it respectfully as if praying, but to be honest, the content was completely unclear.

It's just iron filings crawling on the ground, and insignificant dust. If they gather together, they will at best turn into somewhat unsightly piles of iron filings.

Azriel herself was the one who listed it as a taboo to attack Ex-Machina, but that was not because she felt threatened, it was simply because the power given by her master was being imitated in a poor way, and she couldn't stand it.

As long as all members of the Flügel come together, those iron scraps can be wiped out without giving them any corresponding time.

But—【Human】? !

What is that?

Azrael doesn't even know this kind of primitive and lowly things, that kind of bugs that can only live at the bottom of the ground, even maggots (demon species) can't beat them, but they can take Jibril's [ Sky Strike], and severely injured him with a backhand? !

"—I see, haha, that's right—"

As if guessing something, the master smiled meaningfully. Whether it was Jibril's experience or the master's spirit, Azrael couldn't figure it out.

The master doesn't talk much, so it's impossible to guess what the master's intentions are.

—No, she was ashamed of her arrogance.

Speaking of a humble self, it is really a crime of disrespect to try to speculate on the mind of the abyss-like master, God.

The master is the strongest, the master is the apex, the strongest god, Artosh, the god of war—the king of kings.

is supreme!

The master is the incarnation of the concept of war. No one is the master's opponent. He is the strongest because he is the strongest.

However, Azrael hadn't seen her master smile for a long time—that kind of ferocious and impassioned smile.

For thousands or tens of thousands of years, the master just sat on the throne sadly and lazily, propping his face with his hands in boredom.

Now he looks happy, but even others can see it.

"It's coming soon—it seems that there is finally someone who can defeat me."

Hearing those words, Azrael gasped.

"How is it possible?" She frowned and responded, "No one on this earth can compete with my lord."

Regarding the master's melancholy, Azrael only knew the reason - the master is the god of war.

The war is

They are fighting each other.

Competing, fighting, killing and being killed, the two sides bet on life and death, hone their own soul and existence.

The continuous intersection of such cycles is the birth of the concept of the master, and it is also the essence of the master.

Therefore, the master will fight in person to arouse the killing intent.

Hate, be angry, rebel, bet your fragile life, use all your wits, and challenge foolishly.

To ravage all of that with overwhelming force is the reason for [Strongest].

Use force to calm the world, demonstrate power and law, and define the strongest person, that is the master.

...However, unilateral massacres cannot be called [war].

Therefore, the owner has been depressed and tired for a long time.

——What's the point of being the strongest without a challenger?

Chapter 75 Fake Sky Strike

"Shouldn't you be waking up? You've been asleep for almost three days already?"

In the haze, Rick vaguely heard the voice of someone talking around him.

"Rick needs to rest... Vital signs...stable, Crolon don't worry..."

"Are you really ready? That guy Cheng Rang has already set off!"

"...Yes, the final battle should start soon..."

Is it Huby... Huby's voice?

Rick's consciousness began to return to his body, and he frowned while lying on the bed.

"Hubby..."

The name of the person he wanted to call came out of his parched throat.

Rick felt his hand being gently grasped immediately, surrounded by a sense of reassurance.

"Ah, wake up!"

"Rick...welcome back."

Slowly opening his eyes, two familiar figures came into view.

Rick clasped Hubie's hand with his backhand, intersecting his fingers, tightly, tightly...

"You idiot, didn't you agree?"

It was agreed to hold my hand tightly and not to separate.

After a period of rehab, although general motor function has returned, Hubie's injuries still limit her performance.

The sophisticated machinery flashes flowing blue fluorescence, and most of the shell that simulates skin has been lost. Shubi appears in front of Rick in a half-human, half-mechanical appearance.

"...Sorry, Rick..."

The accusation that he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, Rick stared at Hubie's appearance at this time, moved his lips several times and couldn't bear to say the accusation, and finally he could only sigh.

With Shubi's help, he sat up from the bed. Rick stroked Shubi's mechanical parts that were still damaged, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

"... Pain?" Shubi tilted her head and replied, "It doesn't hurt."

"Haha, that's what I said..."

My lover is an Ex-Machina, and doesn't have a pain-sensing mechanism.

Can't even understand what pain is.

But when Rick touched Hubie's body, which had experienced fierce battles, was ruthlessly shattered, and barely recovered, he felt the pain as if he felt the same.

But even though almost half of his body was crushed, only his left hand, which was connected to the naked machine, remained intact.

It was a small gemstone ring that was worn on it, a proof of the vowed love between the two.

.......

But now was not the time for warmth. After Rick simply ate something to replenish his strength, he immediately came to the strategic map.

Keeping the agreement, Rick didn't ask Hubby any questions about how she and Cheng escaped from the Flügel alive.

Just put all your energy on the last move that is about to be taken——

"Just now you said that Cheng has already set off?"

"Yes." Kelong nodded vigorously.

"When?"

"Two days ago..."

two days ago? !

Hearing this answer, Rick froze for a moment, then picked up tools to measure on the map.

"Did he say what he was going to do?"

Use a pen to unceremoniously draw auxiliary lines on the map.

Hubby and Crom looked at each other, and finally Hubby replied: "The original words are: end the war and ensure that Rick gets the star cup."

At Cheng Rang's previous speed, Rick used circles on the map to plan the range of possible actions.Then his eyes widened.

"Time, is it too late?"

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[The effect of the camouflage mixture is being applied - the remaining time of the advanced concealment effect: 3:24:19.....]

"Concept dress - construction."

It was located near the rear of Avant Heim, a phantom species floating in the sky.

Only one "Flügel" with a unique appearance approached.

The pure black waist-length hair was slightly curled at the ends, and the highlights were dyed blood red, and the amber eyes shining with golden light calmly watched the huge creature in front of him.

Different from ordinary Flügel, "she" didn't have a halo above her head, only her jet-black wings were flapping, and she raised her arms forward.

[Special Equipment - Nyarlathotep Ritual Costume, the Gift Ritual Dress of Nyarlathotep, the God of Many Faces, can copy the style and effect of any item and equipment, and can change the shape of the concept level, but after changing the concept The equipment strength of will be weakened proportionally. 】

[Conceptual decoration construction completed, currently

Weakened ratio: 50%]

"Only half?"

As if talking to himself, "Flügel" raised the corner of his mouth, "But that's enough."