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Chapter 609

Sitting on the throne condensed by the golden light again, Bai Chen cast his sights into the distance.

The young man's field of vision crossed the sky and the earth, and went to the mid-air tens of thousands of miles away.

There, there is a city suspended in the air.

Like a castle in a fairyland, the structure of the building is extremely delicate, and it is completely different from the smoke and ruins on the ground.

In this protracted war, such a city, like a living target, will only become the target of the enemy race's guns.

But in this world, there is no one who dares to take the initiative to provoke the master who lives in this floating city.

The strongest kin that makes all the gods who covet the star cup fear it.

Tens of thousands of years ago, after killing the "Final Dragon King" who was recognized as the strongest dragon spirit species, Artosh, the god of war, returned to the city built on the body of the fantasy species.

For tens of thousands of years, he has been staying in the "Hall of Jade Throne" built for him by the Flügel, and never came out again.

But even so, the other spirit species still dormant, just waiting for the best time to seize the star cup.

I don't know when, sitting on the supreme throne, revealing a rock-like muscular figure, slightly opened his eyes, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and uttered a clear doubtful syllable.

In the eyes of others, it should be Sisong's normal behavior, but kneeling under the throne, a petite green-haired girl with the same waist and wings as Jibril showed a surprised expression.

Her name is Azrael, number 001, the individual created by Artosh, and also the leader of all Flügel.

As the Creator's most long-time dependent, Azrael has been watching the Creator's every move.

On weekdays, her master sat lazily on the throne, supporting his side face with his arms, like a sculpture.

The most common gesture is to sigh.

But the question of sighing is not related to war.

What Artosh sighed was his own invincibility, the weakness of the enemy, and the boredom of having no opponent.

That's right.

Lord Artosh, who created the Flügel, is the strongest god-species in heaven and earth.

But today, she showed the surprised expression that Jibril only showed when she attacked him for the first time.

"Master, why are you sighing?"

Azrael lowered her eyes and asked respectfully (caeb).

Artosh's body is twice the size of the Flügel.

A black beard as tough as steel hangs straight down, and the pair of wings carried on the back are wrapped around the body like a cloak.

His face is as sharp as a sculpture, and if one looks down from that sharp and wet gaze, one's brain will be paralyzed.

However, Azrael is also quite clear that the Creator's frightening and trance-like appearance alone is nothing more than a small detail of the great power.

But before Artoxiu could respond, a fiery figure broke into the quiet hall of the Jade Throne.

This is the residence of the Creator, no matter how lawless the Flügel is outside, once they come here, they will subconsciously fold their wings and walk into it from the steps with both feet.

But among the hundreds of Flügel, there is only one exception.

Although at the beginning, Azrael was very angry at her most beloved sister for treating Artosh with such a disrespectful attitude, but later, because of Artosh's permission, she could no longer discipline her disrespectful sister.

But no matter every time, Azrael would feel a very headache.

With the arrival of Jibril, Artosh, the God of War, raised his golden eyes.

"Master Artosh, the opponent you have been looking forward to has appeared."

Feeling the heterogeneous energy almost all over the world, Artosh showed a meaningful smile.

Jibril looked at the creator who was clearly excited, and subconsciously reminded: "Master Artosh, please be careful, the opponent you are facing this time is different...

"Yes, it seems that someone who wants to kill me has finally appeared."

As soon as the words fell, Azrael couldn't help frowning.

"How is it possible? There is absolutely no one on this earth who can compete with my lord!"

Completely subconscious rebuttal.

But after realizing what she had done, Azrael immediately knelt on the ground in remorse.

Interrupting the Creator is disrespectful and deserves death.

But even so, Azrael has already insisted on her own ideas.

The master is the strongest, the master is the apex, the incarnation of war.

From ancient times to the present, no one is the master's opponent.

Because it is the strongest, it is the strongest.

"Not here, but in other worlds."

Jibril, who entered the chat group and was able to broaden her knowledge, categorically denied it.

Although she used to be the same as Azrael, she firmly believed that Artosh was the strongest god species.

But after seeing the colorful different world, the original signaling has begun to shake.

The world where the electromagnetic gun is located is called the existence of the demon god.

Molesting herself, insulting the Flügel and obviously being a woman, Bai Yasha has indecent thoughts about women. According to Bai Chen, her predecessor was a demon king who set foot in the realm of full power, and her strength is far superior to the master of the Flügel.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you smash your head?"

Azrael couldn't help but refute.

After all, my younger sister usually talks like crazy, maybe she was stimulated by something this time.

But this time, Artosh interrupted Azrael's voice.

Her golden pupils ignited high fighting spirit, and she, who hadn't fought once in tens of thousands of years, was finally about to usher in a battle worthy of him.

He didn't say much, he just let out a laugh that shocked the space, shocking both the Flügel and the Phantasmal species.

Because his eyes passed through the floating city and across the hazy sky, he saw a hazy golden figure.

Then, Guo moved his arm.

"Everyone, get ready."

Hearing such a voice, all the Flügel instantly understood the Creator's meaning.

Though Azrael hesitated at first, she soon became ashamed of doubting her Creator's orders, and then cried out.

"Eighteen Winged Flügel, all are ready!"

All the Flügel who received the order poured power into their wings together.

Everything about them exists for Artosh, the creator.

Therefore, all moves are made without hesitation.

Hundreds of Flügel sent out "Sky Strike" together.

In the next moment, the aurora poured out like a galaxy pouring backwards, rushing towards the figure in the sky.

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