The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 606 Fighting against the gods is endlessly enjoyable!

Sink Barba cursed himself for the momentary joy he had felt just minutes earlier.

Looking at the scene before her, facing the storm that was bringing the world to its end, she had a question she shouldn't have been thinking about.

"What exactly is a divine species?"

When she saw the God of War, Artesius, make a move, her inner reaction was that it was nothing special. Although the Void Zero Blessing was not yet able to catch up with the opponent, it had an absolute advantage in numbers. Therefore, even if a battle broke out, she would not be at a disadvantage. That's why she buried herself in developing new magic.

However, when the true [Divine Strike]—the strongest attack of the divine race—descended from the sky, this indescribable sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

The combined fleet, which was surrounding and confronting the Skywing faction, was suddenly attacked by Sky Strike.

Sink immediately realized that it was not an attack from the Skywing race, and ordered the Forest Elf alliance to deal with it.

The reason is very simple.

Because the elves reacted differently, and because those attacks did not cause any casualties.

The biggest reason is that it's pointless for the Skywing faction to launch Sky Strike; they should be launching Divine Strike instead. Otherwise, they can't deliver a combined and effective blow, and the other side should be well aware of this.

Therefore, it must have been a feigned attack by the Skywing race, giving them time to launch a preemptive strike with maximum firepower, a disguised attack to sneak up on the God of War.

After thinking it through, Sinker Barbalian ordered the entire Goblin Alliance to unleash the Void Zero Blessing's full-power spell, just as Zun Zun and the others had planned, to aim half of the magic bullets at the Goblin Alliance and then fire immediately.

And just like that, she received a report that the technique was almost fully unleashed, at that very moment—

Sensing the extraordinary and indescribable power in the sky, a power beyond reason, a destructive intent that even made the gods tremble, began to gather.

Even Sink Barbal, a user of the Eightfold Jutsu, could not deduce or predict the power beyond common sense.

Intuition commanded her to unite all fleets, including the hypothetical enemy Forest Elf Alliance, to share intelligence.

Even though the various races' fleets used their respective observation methods to try their best to grasp the situation, every report remained the same—it was impossible to make measurements.

Even the two deities who were also part of the alliance remained silent.

That was the pulsating power that shook the planet.

Now that things have come to this point, everyone finally has the same understanding.

Everyone misjudged the power of the Divine Strike. It wasn't the absolute power difference from a completely different dimension that they had seen before. The previous Divine Strike was merely the tip of the iceberg of the God of War, Altshu's, strength.

Thus, with a unified understanding, the Alliance immediately decided to direct all its firepower at Abant Heim. Faced with that attack, all disputes among the Alliance members were put aside; it was a force that left the Alliance with no room for argument.

Eighteen Void Zero Blessings, twelve Marrow Explosions, and eight Roars of Collapse unleashed by eight Dragon Essences at the cost of their lives... Even so, there was no way to stop it.

They clashed with the released divine attack, but even so, they could not counteract it.

The power born outside of common sense is dazzling and brilliant, not only destroying the world but also wreaking havoc with even greater ferocity.

The Zero Void Blessing is also a 186-fold technique operated by the blessing of the Forest Spirit God. It is also a divine technique. So why is it so different?

"What exactly is a divine species?"

Seeing the star-shattering scene before her, Sink Barbara murmured in despair once more. She could no longer muster any will to resist; all she could do in the face of the opponent's absolute power was to protect herself.

"Notify the entire ship!"

Without a second thought, she issued commands to the forest elves.

"Activate the Fourth Eternal Blessing, quick!"

As the command was given, loud voices rose and fell, and the ancient Fourth Blessing unfolded in turn.

However, just like knowing the outcome but being unwilling to face it, Sink Barbalen knew all along that it was all in vain.

The protective spell, composed of 3000 people, couldn't even withstand the Heavenly Strike of a single Skywing. It was thought that with the blessing of the Forest Elf God, they could withstand the War God's divine strike, but now it seems…

She gazed at the whirlpool before her and gave a bitter smile.

Using this as a target, it's questionable whether it can even provide a defensive effect as weak as a scrap of paper. The range of influence after this force contracts, spreads, and radiates... is impossible to predict.

However, if we consider the range of influence of the Void Zero's first blessing, then we can imagine the possibilities to some extent.

Even with the most optimistic estimates, the affected area would be more than half the size of the continent, and everything within that region would perish. In a place where almost every race had gathered, perhaps only Abant Heim would be wiped out.

However, just as Sink Barbara was facing death—

The doomsday prophecy was abruptly averted; the raging extinction storm suddenly shifted. Like a piece of cloth billowing in the air, blown about by the wind, it drifted southwest.

"……what?"

She felt no relief at having survived; only unexpected astonishment.

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The Hall of the Amyrlin.

When Zun Zun and Einz arrived at their destination, they were greeted by a gigantic man.

He was a massive figure, more than twice the height of an average person. He was muscular, with sharp, bright golden eyes and a black beard. The eighteen pairs of wings on his back resembled a feathered cloak draped over his body.

Most importantly, he exuded an overwhelming presence, which even made Zun Zun take notice.

"Is it you?" The question caused the space to shake and the entire observation device to shift. Although Altshu asked a question, it was not a question but a statement of fact—he also sensed the aura of an opponent and nemesis from Zun Zun.

As their energies collided, the God of War, Artesius, could no longer remain seated and stood up.

His eighteen wings spread wide, making him appear incredibly sacred and majestic, while his face wore an unprecedentedly wild smile. He stared intently at Zun Zun, completely ignoring the machine-type creature beside him.

"Permission granted. Please state your name!"

"...Your Excellency, the esteemed one of the human race."

The red-eyed, black-haired boy stood tall and proud, showing no sign of fear even as an immense, godlike pressure descended upon him.

"Humans? Is that so? Is that so! The one who stands in opposition to the strongest being whose reputation resounds throughout the three thousand worlds is actually the weakest being that no other race in the world would deign to look down upon—that makes sense!"

He opened his arms and shouted passionately.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, my enemy!"

"—Einzsch calls for all remaining units... Is this an anomaly in this unit?"

The observation devices of the Machine Race all showed that the mass of the God of War Altshu was increasing... Correction, it was the energy source wrapped around him that was increasing.

impossible!
This violates all the laws of thermodynamics!

Even magic, as long as it uses magical power, is merely a distortion of the laws of physics within the scope of energy exchange, and cannot explain this matter!
However, all the sensors on all types of machines reached the same conclusion, which was—

The quality is increasing!

The concept encompassing heaven, earth, and the world is about to take on a tangible form!
"No way, what happened..."

Einzsch seemed to have encountered something incomprehensible and had completely fallen into a bug.

This is of course.

Logically, after using God Strike, Altshu's power should have been less than 12% of his usual strength. But now, his power is steadily increasing... 50%... 70%... 100%? No, it's not over yet! It's already 120%... and it's still growing!
It's as if I've read Einzsch's thoughts, or perhaps I've truly read the thoughts of a machine.

Artes said, "The strongest is the strongest for the sake of being the strongest. What is the meaning of increasing or decreasing power? To gain the concept of self, isn't that to possess the law of will? There is no need to worry. The so-called strong are me, and the weak are everything else except me!"

The God of War proclaims his existence to the world.

"Hehe, I feel the same way." Zun Zun chuckled and said, "Whether it's the same or different, it's quite a coincidence that I also consider myself the strongest."

"The mere human race?"

"The mere human race stands before you, about to take your life, you divine race."

"...Hahaha! Sorry, sorry!"

This was the first time Artes had apologized, and to someone as lowly as the human race—

Despite his disdain for others, he genuinely respects those he believes possess limitless potential. This respect is solely based on his own judgment, and has nothing to do with race or power.

The so-called strongest is someone who is impossible for anyone to surpass. If he wanted to, he could easily win the battle.

But he didn't do that.

Arthas was extremely arrogant. As the strongest, he always regarded others as worthless, maintaining the aloofness of a war god. Because his very essence was the strongest, he never took others seriously. However, nothing in this world is perfect, and even the war god had his own troubles—he longed for an opponent.

An opponent who can challenge him, be his equal, or even defeat him.

And now this opponent has arrived.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush. Can we settle this in one move?"

"Of course! As the strongest, I must fulfill my opponent's request!"

Altshuu embraces the challenge.

Then he waited quietly for Zun Zun, as if to say that you could begin.

"Thank you."

Let me take advantage of your arrogance and then meet your expectations!
In terms of strength, Altshu is clearly stronger, and in terms of endurance, the god-like being that can infinitely increase its energy is obviously stronger. No matter what, Zun Zun can't beat the God of War.

But there was only one move, that one move... He was confident that no one could surpass him.

That's right!

Just as humans possess dexterous hands that allow them to stand as the dominant species on Earth, no race can surpass them, so too does Zun Zun have his own strongest move that he will never lose to anyone.

Slowly raise your hands.

Einzsch saw nothing, but he could sense that the invisible object was something special. Meanwhile, the God of War, Artesius, clearly saw a sword.

The invisible sword is not without form, but rather it possesses so many entities that it appears invisible. Seeing through this, Altshu's face once again revealed a fighting spirit.

With great difficulty, Zun Zun raised the invisible sword in his hand, as if he were raising the entire world. Though he could not see it, it attracted the gaze of the God of War.

He said, word by word, "This is my lifeblood, my foundation, my everything, and my strongest move that I'm most confident I can't lose to anyone. Come on, God of War, let's see... whose life is tougher!"

The next moment, the invisible sword clashed fiercely with the essence of the God of War, which represented the strongest.

(End of this chapter)