I'll kill you after I finish this game!

He was actually quite concerned about the world in the projection, since it involved the world of the soul.

Maybe it could have given him some inspiration, but now forget about any inspiration, he's just stunned.

Returning to the video footage, the perspective shifts back to Suwahara City on Earth.

Even now, in the location of the deep pit-like ruins, those two powerful auras have not disappeared.

It smelled of blood.

It smelled of gunpowder.

It reeked of a rotten, murderous stench.

The taste of madness.

An ominous smell.

The smell of evil spirits—

It is human, but not human.

"Wow, what a grand and auspicious opening ceremony!"

From within the enormous, abyss-like crater, a figure emanating a strong aura of blood emerged.

It was a young-looking man who was brushing the dust and dirt off his clothes.

It's hard to imagine that after that scorching blow, his clothes were completely intact, though he looked a bit disheveled.

The viewers watching knew how outrageous that attack was, and the guy who withstood it must be a superhuman beyond common sense.

"I got beaten up by this move in that world. It's called 'Sky Strike,' right? Although it's much more powerful, it's the signature move of those female bird people."

With a roguish tone, the white-haired man in military uniform and wearing glasses gently brushed aside his slightly burnt hair.

His skin was like white wax in the night, making him an almost inhumanly handsome man.

However, he did not appear weak at all; his cold speech and roguish manner made one think of a large reptile.

In contrast—

"It's a good thing those guys who look like angels aren't angels. Their warlike, bloodthirsty, and loyal appearance is quite the favorite of our leader."

The silvery voice belonged to a girl with pink hair. Her pitiful face perfectly matched her voice. She looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a petite figure and a sweet, harmless smile on her face.

But a swamp-like shadow on her fair legs was slowly receding and sinking into the earth.

His voice and his posture were completely out of place in the scorched earth atmosphere of the surrounding battlefield.

In this sense, she stands out particularly here.

Although its appearance is endearing, it is the best explanation for the saying that the more poisonous a plant is, the more beautiful its flowers are.

"That is truly an honor for me to be valued by that beast."

As if in response to the words of the two people on the scorched earth, a silvery voice came from above the sky, causing the man and the girl to look up.

Unsurprisingly, what came into view was an angel with wings on its back and a halo above its head.

It's not surprising that you might mistake someone for an angel at first glance, because they truly possess an angelic and beautiful face.

His amber-colored, cross-shaped eyes, filled with a terrifying, smiling killing intent and a hint of fanaticism, stared at the heads of the two people below.

After all, Jibril's collection doesn't actually contain any demon heads that have reached the Creation level.

"Welcome to the utopia created by your deputy leader. Shall we open a transmutation array tonight to celebrate?"

With a smile, Jibril turned her gaze to another spot below, where a priest with long, dazzling golden hair and wearing monk's robes appeared not far from the white-haired youth and pink-haired girl.

The blond priest, Valyria, adjusted his glasses, smiled, and looked up at Jibril without fear, saying with a light laugh:

"Please wait a moment, Miss Skywing. If you start fooling around here, things will get very chaotic. Battlefield etiquette is not for casual fooling around. I'm sure your lord hasn't given you any orders to start the war, has he?"

After saying that, the priest turned his head and looked at another place with his slightly narrowed eyes. There, there were unusual birds, or rather, origami called shikigami, watching this place.

If things get out of hand during this phase, there's a nearly 70% chance it will escalate into a chaotic battle, given that the third party has a significant grudge against the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance.

"Tsk, did those guys get here first?"

The white-haired young man in military uniform looked annoyed and displeased. He had originally wanted to have a good fight with Jibril, but now the Holy Grail, acting as the temporary leader, was stopping him.

Everyone knows that we can't create a vacancy at the Black Round Table right now.

Following the gaze of the Holy Communion, his eyesight, which could clearly see the moon, naturally caught sight of the shikigami in the distance.

A figure resembling himself flashed through his mind, as if recalling some unpleasant memory. Grand Duke Wilhelm's expression grew even more displeased!

"Don't you dare come out and 'welcome' us properly?!"

As if venting his anger at having been warmly welcomed, the irritable Wilhelm casually raised his hand and waved in that direction.

He doesn't dislike guys like Jibril who dare to attack them head-on; he likes straightforward guys. But Wilhelm, on the other hand, hates certain guys who are like vipers in the shadows.

With a casual wave of his hand, Wilhelm's attack was as if he were peeling an apple; the surface of the earth in front of him was sliced ​​off with a single swing.

"choke---!!!"

Then, as if in response to Wilhelm's violent attack, the earth that he had slashed away was devoured by countless sword beams in the next second, forming a sword wind powerful enough to shatter the heavens and attacking the opponent.

"Oh my, I recognize that sharp aura!"

The witch Anna chuckled, neither dodging nor avoiding the sword energy that was powerful enough to cleave through everything. But just as the sword light was about to reach the two of them, it abruptly stopped midway.

No, it didn't stop; it was as if someone was pulling on its hind legs, its forward momentum halted by the writhing shadow.

The dense sword net, unable to be stored within, was swallowed up by the shadows like quicksand, and forcibly dragged into the underground shadows.

"Sōjirō, I told you we weren't suited to stay in the shadows. Why don't we just come out like everyone else and give a proper greeting?"

With a complaining voice, two figures appeared as if ignoring the distance, approaching from afar.

Dressed like an exorcist and samurai from ancient Japan, Mibu Sojiro, with a face more beautiful than any woman's, slowly sheathed his sword.

After glancing at the witch lady, and finally facing his 'wife's' complaints, Soujiro said irritably:

"If you want to complain about this, go talk to Nightwalker. Let the two of us who should be fighting on the front lines do the work of observing from the shadows."

Hearing this, Jiuding Zizhi shrugged helplessly and then looked at the extremely irritable Wilhelm with a hint of amusement and nostalgia in her eyes. She chuckled and sighed, "Little brother is indeed as irritable as that siscon. It's just that Rhine said you were a loser who was NTR'd, while he is a winner in life."

"Huh? What nonsense is this low-life Japanese pig spouting?!"

As if ignited by rage and killing intent, a scarlet flash of light, reaching the speed of light, attacked Jiuding Zizhi's face.

The light-speed attack, which ordinary people cannot dodge, is actually a blood-red, sharp stake that bursts from Wilhelm's palm.

Piercing celestial bodies is child's play; using it to attack people is an absolute killing move.

Unfortunately, there are no truly ordinary people on this battlefield.

Snapped--

With a casual snap, Jiuding Zizhi sent a crimson beam of light refracting into the sky before her, piercing the atmosphere and soaring into the depths of space.

The camera angle was casually stretched, and in the numb and dazed gazes of the audience, the crimson light was that of a blood-red stake reaching the speed of light.

Fortunately, the attack had been contained, and the excess power did not dissipate. It simply pierced through Mars and then disappeared outside the solar system.

"Terrible, terrifying~~, just like Keishiro, he's such a grumpy monster."

With a silly grin on his face, Jiuding Zizhi waved his hand casually, saying it was scary, but his tone was sarcastic.

Upon hearing the name Keishiro, Wilhelm's face suddenly turned dark and gloomy, the whites of his eyes slowly turning blackish-red, and his pupils emitting an ominous red light.

Seeing that the vampire grand duke was about to go berserk, Father Valyria had no choice but to intervene and interrupt the increasingly chaotic situation, saying:

"Well, I suppose none of you were planning to start today. We've already exchanged polite greetings, so let's wrap up tonight's 'welcome party.' Bey, Malleus, let's go."

He opened his slightly narrowed golden eyes, glanced at the witch and vampire with an unquestionable look, and solemnly and earnestly called out the name of the Black Round Table.

Without giving the two a chance to refute, he turned his back and walked away.

The witch didn't think much of it; she never liked fighting and killing. After shrugging her shoulders, she glanced at Jibril and Soujiro in the sky with a smile, and then left with the Holy Grail.

"Tsk, what kind of leader is this guy who does nothing but treacherous things?"

After grumbling in a cocky tone, Wilhelm glared at Soujiro and Kujiro Shiori one last time, glanced at Jibril who was smiling in the sky, and then left as well.

Mibu Sojiro and Kujiro Shiori watched each other's departing figures without stopping them. Only after the other person disappeared from sight did they turn their heads to look at Jibril, who was slowly descending from the sky in front of them.

Without any tension or conflict, Jibril spoke to Jiuding Zizhi without any hesitation:

"Please inform my idiot senior that if we have different stances, he shouldn't even think about trying to arrest me. That kind of behavior is very annoying."

"Sigh~, why don't you just come with your senior Azriel to our big sister's side?" Jiuding Zizhi greeted Jibril with a smile, looking at the other's helpless face, and said, "The other Skywing races have all followed Altshu's will and followed the new [God of War].

She and Jibril had met in a world during a great war.

Knowing that the other party is the last Skywing species created at the end of the war, with the titles of Close Number and Irregular Number.

Its power is unmatched by any other Skywing race, and its very existence is beyond the comprehension of even the God of War who created the Skywing race.

The other party is the strongest individual among the Skywing race. Apart from the other party, all the Skywing races followed the new God of War, who was also the "big sister" in Jiuding Zizhi's words, after the God of War Altshu died in battle with great satisfaction.

“It’s a pity.” Jibril’s eyes were calm as she spoke politely, saying that she felt no regret at all. “I have already sworn allegiance to another and become her protector.”

Unless she dies in battle or is deliberately abandoned, Jibril, who values ​​promises and oaths, will not rebel.

Besides, when she was with Skadi, she never treated her as a servant or subordinate; she was more like a close friend.

Besides, in this world or the multiverse, who else possesses such an infinite treasure trove of knowledge that Skadi can bestow upon them?

Jibril didn't feel there was anything wrong with her staying in Skadi. Azriel, following the new God of War, had no shortage of battles to fight, and she also had plenty of knowledge to keep her entertained.

"See you after tonight, you two."

After leaving those words behind, Jibril vanished from their sight in an instant with a teleportation technique.

Kujou Shiori and Mibu Soujiro exchanged a glance. The boy holding the sword slowly sheathed it and said calmly:

"The loyalty of the Skywing race needs no further explanation. Knowing that it's impossible to persuade them to surrender, you still did this unnecessary thing."

"Well, I personally don't want to see Azriel and her sister fight. Just mentioning Jibril makes me all sad and meowing in front of me."

Jiuding Zizhi gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear; she naturally knew the loyalty of the Tianyi Clan.

She said that before simply because she didn't want to clash with Azriel's sister in the upcoming battle, nor did she want to put Azriel, who was considered her friend, in a difficult position.

Presumably, the other Skywing species wouldn't want to kill each other, let alone the youngest sister.