The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 604 A Moment of Leisure
"How is it, Your Excellency?"

"As expected, both the forest elf and the goblin are frantically researching how to counter the God of War Altshu's divine strike, but they should know very well that it is too late, they just don't want to admit it."

"Ha, it's time to remove them from the stage of history."

Rick's lips curled into a mischievous grin, like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank. If anyone in a human settlement saw that smile, they would surely gape in astonishment.

She had always kept her heart locked away, suppressing her emotions to the extreme, and pretending to be a calculating and cold person. Now, she has finally revealed her true nature.

They disguise themselves because they must always be on high alert as role models, otherwise the slightest carelessness could lead to the death of everyone in the human settlement.

Now, with the help of the machine race, the safety of the human race is finally guaranteed, and the heavy burden on his shoulders has finally been lifted, allowing his true nature to return.

"By the way, what did the Mech race say?"

"Several human settlements have been found, the largest of which has 8000 people. Although the human population can be increased rapidly, however..."

"I understand."

They currently have no way to contain those humans, not only because it is still very dangerous outside, but also because of the lack of space and resources in their settlements.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the only option was to temporarily have some mechs secretly protect them—without showing themselves. After all, humans always held a sense of awe towards any high-ranking species, and appearing rashly would only cause them panic.

However, this panic won't last long, because the final battle is about to begin.

Where is Shubi?

"Her words... um... this..."

Rick stammered and couldn't get the words out, which seemed a bit strange.

Shubi, nearly destroyed by the Skywing Jibril's sneak attack, had to undergo repairs by the Machine Gundam, which, according to Einzshi, would take up to 72 hours... or three days.

Logically speaking, Shubi should have been repaired and returned from the main base of the Machines, but Riku is always being secretive, and we don't know what he's hiding.

“Because… Rick… wouldn’t let me out… said I couldn’t be seen by anyone…”

Hughie said this, sounding somewhat aggrieved, from outside the door.

Her emotions became increasingly complex.

Seeing the Mecha-type girl peeking out with only her neck and below hidden behind the door, Zun Zun, though having some guesses in his heart, still couldn't help but speak up.

"What are you doing? Rick, you're not planning to hide this forever, are you?"

"As for me... never mind, Shubi, come in."

"————!?"

When Zun Zun saw Shubi reappear in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then looked at Rick in disbelief. Rick himself, perhaps too embarrassed, covered his cheeks with his hands to hide his shame.

The appearance of Shubi that appeared before them had returned to normal, and her size had not changed at all. However, there was a certain part of her body that was wrapped in a black robe that made people suddenly focus their attention on it.

"Rick, that's not a machine, is it?"

"No...it was specially made with precision materials...the feel and temperature are no different from real breasts..."

Hugh said this as if she were showing off.

However, this only made Rick feel even more ashamed.

"No, no, no, the key point isn't the feel."

"That's the size? I set it according to Chronie's... size... so there shouldn't be any mistakes..."

"Klonie is that big!?"

Zun Zun instinctively exclaimed in surprise.

But they quickly realized that wasn't the case. It wasn't that Kloni's breasts weren't that big, but rather that they appeared so large in comparison to Hughie's petite frame.

Baby-faced giant...

Of course, these are not the point.

Zun Zun organized his thoughts and asked in a questioning tone, "Shubi, why did you make such a change? It's because of this..."

"Breasts got bigger?"

Hughie seemed to have no concept of shame, and stated it quite frankly. The reason for her change was, of course, because of someone there who was feeling extremely ashamed.

"Because Rick likes it."

That's a very concise statement.

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Rick naturally shouted loudly, trying to prove his innocence, but Shubi—the sophisticated machine of the Machine Race—had already seen through his repressed and brooding nature.

"No. Based on Rick's daily behavior, he glances at women with large breasts every 12 minutes and 31 seconds on average. Calculating based on 100 glances per day, Rick likes women with large breasts."

"Don't answer with a robotic voice at this time!"

The cold, standard voice of the machine made Rick feel like he was an irresponsible husband who was secretly watching other women, which made him break down and shout out loud.

"So...Rick likes...?"

"me……"

Rick was suddenly caught in a dilemma. If he said he liked it, he would confirm that he was a man who liked breasts; if he said he didn't, he would anger his wife. And at this moment—

"It's ok."

"Your Excellency?"

"Achilles doctrine states that as long as the object of a romantic relationship is not an undead or a demon, and as long as there is love and it does not break the law, all relationships can be forgiven. Even artificial breasts are an exception."

"...Although I don't know which god the Axis religion believes in, that guy is definitely not a legitimate god!"

You're right. That silly goddess really isn't a proper goddess at all.

Under the onslaught of Hugh's somewhat dejected gaze, Rick seemed to have finally resigned himself to his fate and shouted in despair.

"Yes, yes, yes! I like women with big breasts! I peep at women with big breasts every day and have other thoughts about them! I'm sorry, I'm that kind of man, I'm really sorry!"

"No... I didn't ask you to go that far."

Zun Zun suspected that Rick might have awakened some new fetish, but there was no need to worry. As a machine race, Shubi was a natural-born all-around cosplayer, and as long as he manipulated the data, he could satisfy any fetish.

Looking at it this way, I'm actually quite envious of him?

"Let's not talk about that now." Zun Zun looked at the now fully recovered Shubi. "Now that you're back, that means..."

"Yes, all 54 traffic control points have been set up. We just need to wait for the capabilities to be switched."

this is a good news.

"That……"

Zun Zun looked at Rick beside him, and Rick nodded seriously.

"The final battle is about to begin."

Let's double-check the plan one last time.

With the forest elves and goblins out of the picture, the only one to deal with is the God of War, Altshu. However, once Altshu makes a move, the other two sides will have to act even if they don't want to, in order to protect themselves. At that time, they can use the passage control to shatter the entire planet, and the Star Grail will appear as a result.

But here's the thing.

According to Einzsch's calculations, there is a high probability that he will appear before the God of War, Arthas, because he is the strongest god on this planet.

Therefore, there is only one thing that needs to be done.

Kill him!

—That's wrong. It should be that I destroyed his essence, causing him to fall into a deep slumber. Then, as the victor, I seized the Star Cup and became the one and only god!
Those who fought against the God of War, Artesius.

"Of course it's me."

Zun Zun licked his lips eagerly.

He had to admit that he had underestimated the God of War, Artesius. That guy truly deserved to be called the strongest, capable of causing him a temporary setback. However, just as Venerable One looked forward to fighting him again, Artesius surely also longed to fight him.

"Won't something dangerous happen? The opponent is the strongest war god."

Rick was somewhat worried.

Besides the fact that their opponents were the strongest divine race, they were merely humans, and the gap between them was so vast it was despairing. Not to mention, they had only witnessed a fraction of their opponent's strength before.

"I already said, no problem."

Zun Zun is very confident.

He had a premonition that he could probably fight the God of War to a standstill, but he hadn't gone to confront him because the God of War was protected by numerous Skywing races. Now, however, they also had support from the Machine Race, so the outcome was still uncertain.

"...Be careful, don't forget there are people who are worried about you."

"Rick, when did you become so sentimental?"

"It wasn't me, you idiot."

Rick patted him on the shoulder and gestured with his eyes to Chloe, who was standing in the doorway at some point.

"Someone is worried about you."

"Your Excellency... could you spare a little time? No, not too long... just a little time will do... please, it'll be over soon..."

Klonie said this almost pleadingly.

Zun Zun sighed softly and walked towards the girl whose smile had returned to her face.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Hall of the Amyrlin.

This is the palace of Artes, the god of the Skywing race. And seated on the highest throne is a man with muscles as strong as rock.

He is the strongest god, and also the god of war, the creator of the Winged Race—the god-race Altshu.

Its enormous body is about twice the size of a Skywing species, with a black beard as strong as steel hanging down, and 18 wings wrapped around its back like a cape.

His sharply defined features were surveyed by those piercing eyes.

Even so, Azriel—the supreme commander of the Skywings and the first Skywing—felt her brain was paralyzed.

At this moment, she was kneeling on one knee before the supreme god, lowering her proud head and offering her loyalty.

"I see... Hahaha, is that so...!"

Suddenly, Azriel heard a hearty laugh from the deity above the throne. It had been so long since she had heard such laughter, a laugh that seemed to indicate that someone had finally gotten what they wanted. This made her heart skip a beat.

"It'll be soon! It seems someone who wants to kill me has finally appeared!"

"How is this possible? No one on this earth can rival our Lord!"

Azriel said this decisively.

"What's the point of having a strongest without a challenger?" The God of War, Artes, changed his expression, his smile vanished, and his eyes looked into the void as if gazing at a certain place. "Besides... I didn't say it was someone from this world."

He said something profound.

Nevertheless, one could still hear the barely suppressed excitement in his voice; he was looking forward to the appearance of someone who could kill him, and he was waiting for that moment.

(End of this chapter)