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That was Su Feng, who used Jibril to locate his position, and then used the red spirit to invade Abant Heim. He used it to become invisible and hide his body throughout the whole process, and was not completely exposed until he arrived here.

And his appearance made Azriel's pupils shrink immediately, and she grinned ferociously.

"A mere monkey... actually defiled the master's throne!"

Azrael suddenly gathered huge elven power in his hands, and the space was slightly distorted with the surge of power.

"Stop it, Azriel."

When she was about to strangle the intruder, Artesh's voice slowly sounded from the throne.

Azriel looked at her master in shock, not understanding why.

But Artexiu didn't say anything, he just stared at the ants sneaking into his throne.

"Your master is right, put away your attacks."

Feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression swept through his body, Su Feng still maintained a calm smile, "As the saying goes, "When two parties are fighting, they will not kill each other." I am just here to declare a challenge to you as an envoy... Of course, the war is The initiator is naturally me, that’s all.”

He said it matter-of-factly, completely ignoring Azriel's look that wanted to tear him apart.

However, when he saw the Flügels gathered here, with different postures, strength and beauty, he couldn't help but tease Artesh on the throne -

"Oh, it's really surprising...I thought the God of War could only fight, but I didn't expect that he would enjoy it so much. His dependents are all such beautiful girls..."

"Be bold!"

"Arrogant!"

Hearing what he said, the delicate faces of the Flügels suddenly distorted, and they all showed their fangs, but no one took action against Su Feng.

But wait for the master's order.

But Arthu said calmly:

"Your courage is commendable. It has been tens of thousands of years, but you are still the first to dare to stand in front of me and talk to me like this."

"Then it's really miserable for you, Artesh. As the strongest God of War, you actually have to face such a group of cowards."

Facing the death stares from Artexiu and many Flügels, Su Feng just faced them calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the throne room fell into an eerie silence, and the air gradually became solemn.

The strongest God of War and the strongest King of Elden just looked at each other quietly.

But not long after, a burst of laughter broke out.

"Hahaha! You're right, those guys are too cowardly and don't even have the courage to face me!" A joyful look appeared on Artesiu's face, "You have enough courage, so will your strength show you?" How brave are you, monkey?"

"Then let's wait and see?"

"Haha, let's wait and see."

The moment Artexiu finished speaking, Su Feng's figure also disappeared.

Instead, Artesh raised his right hand high.

Just this - just this, made Abant Heim tremble, and space and time were also shocked.

There were also small screams from many Flügels present.

Declare thus:

"All hands - ready."

This sentence represents only one meaning.

——The god of war, the strongest god, the master of the king of kings——all the power.

A part of its power - the "Sky Strike" of all Flügels - is gathered together and released. It is an unparalleled strike that all gods must surrender to.

"Excuse me, my master, I will fight against your old enemy for you. If you use "Divine Strike" at this time, I may fall into the enemy's trap..."

Azriel reminded her.

After all, there were mechanical species gathering outside Abant Heim, and this war was also caused by those scrap metals.

Although the possibility is slim and almost impossible, if those scrap metals imitate their master's moves and reproduce them——

"So what?" Althu asked arrogantly.

Gazing at the fierce golden eyes, Azrael stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

The master is the most powerful god, and these Flügels are his servants.

The master is absolute, the master is the strongest. The so-called strong one is the master, and the weak one is everyone except the master.

If the weak show off their cleverness, then what should the strong, the king, the god, the master do?

Even though it was only for a moment, Azrael actually forgot about that kind of thing. Azriel felt ashamed of it and shouted loudly:

“All Flügels—prepare for ‘Sky Strike’—entrust everything to Lord Artosh!”

The laws of the universe wail, and the order of the planet gradually distorts around the master's hand——

Just like Azriel a moment ago, those who were worried that the Ex-Machina would imitate were still hesitant——

The master said nothing. But the divine meaning in his ferocious smile was provided by Azriel.

Speak up for him.

"The master is the strongest - unparalleled in this world! So!! What is there to be afraid of in the face of the weak showing off their clever tricks! What is there to be hesitant about! What is there to be confused about!!"

Echoing what Azriel said, the Flügels poured their power into their wings.

"Take hatred as joy, indulge in anger, and allow rebellion! The stupidity of pampering them is the strongest embodiment of the master and the Flügel created by the master - the only king. Dedicate your wings to the master's decision and show it to Let them see!"

Take those ignorant people who don’t know how powerful their master is—

“Do whatever you want—to be completely ravaged is the ‘strong one’!!”

Seeing the Flügels releasing the surging power, Artosh smiled with satisfaction.

Then he told me in a calm yet shocking voice:

"Machines, forest elves, goblins and dragons (miscellaneous fish), idiots who dare to take the name of God in front of me - these are nothing."

No matter what race they are, they are just insignificant fish after all.

Before the power that can destroy everything in the world and everything in the world, they will all return to dust.

——That was the decision made by Artesh, the God of War, as the strongest king of the world.

All the Flügels entrusted all their "Sky Strike" power to their master's raised hands.

But Azriel still couldn't figure out her master's thoughts.

"Then, let me see your strength, my 'old enemy'."

If losing to the weak is the fate of the strong, then can my "divine essence" really be called the strongest?

The power appears, the legal principles are revealed, and the strongest is defined by this!

Artosh's right hand is filled with "reason (power)" that no one in the world can control.

He sat back on the throne again, still holding his cheek with his left hand, showing a ferocious smile.

Spreading the shining pure white wings, the joy in the chest is about to overflow.

"No matter what - today I will understand the answer to that eternal question."

Volume 1: Chapter 195 The scale of power begins to tilt

——"Divine Strike"——

The scene freezes at this moment.

At that moment, the planet ushered in light for the first time in tens of thousands of years.

The Flügels headed by Azriel extended their wings of light to the maximum extent, and their illuminated figures were like the scrolls of Gabriel blowing the trumpet of the end as depicted in religion, like the Day of Judgment.

The dazzling light like the sun's disc fell in the sky, illuminating every corner of the land of Disbod. Under the sky, the combined fleets trying to surround the God of War camp and confront each other were also shrouded here.

On the deck of the Elf ship, as the commander of the Elf Alliance, Xinke Nirvalen looked at the scene in front of her, facing the storm that the world was approaching its end - she had a "question that shouldn't be thought about" .

"...What exactly is the so-called divine species...?"

She once thought that she had understood and glimpsed the essence of the divine species and could estimate the limits of its power.

But now, she felt like she was so wrong.

Compared with the vampire-like hybrid god of his own, there is a world of difference from the God of War who is unleashing attacks right now.

This radiance——

The unparalleled strike delivered by the God of War——the "Divine Strike".

It seems to be able to incinerate everything in the world. One shot is enough to burn down the entire continent. It is enough to bring equal death to all living things on this planet.

Even if all races and fleets use their own observation methods to try their best to grasp the situation - every report is still the same.

That is - "unmeasurable".

Even the two gods who were also members of their respective "alliances" - the forest god Kainas and the forging god Okenin were silent.

Unable to resist.

The level difference between them is too far.

That was a pulse of power that could shake the planet!

At this point, everyone finally has the same understanding.

——"Divine Strike"——Everyone misjudged its power.

In this way, the "alliance" of both sides, with a unified view, immediately decided to attack Abant Heim with all their firepower.

"Void Zero Protection" - a technique that causes the core of the fantasy species to self-destruct and forcibly releases its power.

In nature, it is a power capable of destroying multiple fantasy species with one strike.

The elf fired all the available bullets—eighteen rounds.

The goblin race's "Marrow Explosion", which was comparable to it, was also full, and all twelve shots were fired.

In addition, the eight dragon spirits also obeyed the contract, sacrificed their lives, and fired eight rounds of "Collapse Roar" at the expense of themselves——

But what is desperate is that even this cannot be stopped or offset. The torrents of energy stir together, thus creating a violent vortex!

The power born from outside the common sense is dazzling, falling slowly like the sun.

"Even this can't stop it——What exactly is a divine species!?"

Not only Cinque Nirvalen screamed like this, but also the goblins.

"The Zeroth Protection of the Void" is also a one hundred and eighty-sixth level technique that operates through the protection of the forest elves' creator, the forest god Kainas.

The "Marrow Explosion" also detonates a god-killing weapon that does not activate the divine marrow. It is obviously the same magical skill - what is the reason for such a huge difference?

Looking at the scene that almost shattered the stars, Artesh's voice gave Zink the answer.

"——Recognize your identity, you clever dustmen. Struggle and resist."

"——You will eventually know that no matter how many little bugs crawling on the ground are gathered together, they are still not as powerful as God."

"Woo..."

Trying to maintain his rationality that could disappear at any time, Xinke gritted his teeth and thought.

Let alone counteracting this power, it is impossible to even understand it.

Admit it, this is reality.

So what will happen to this force that has turned into a vortex?

The vortex formed by the collision of forces from different dimensions, even the breeze it generates, is almost enough to burn living things!

According to the law of energy flow, this incomprehensible force has only one result -

The vortex will eventually shrink, expand, and radiate - and it is "radiated in all directions"!

"Order all ships! All casters, deploy the "Fourth Protection of the Long Time" together! Move quickly!!"

Under Xinke's command, loud voices came one after another, but Xinke already knew the result - it was a waste of effort.

On the day when the old capital of the Elves was destroyed, the protective spell deployed by 3,000 people could not resist even the "Sky Strike" of one Flügel.