I Have Too Many Wings

The two discussed the relevant details again, and time passed slowly.

During the period, Saitama performed a warm-up exercise with anticipation.

Then the three of them converged and waited for news from Shiroyasha.

About half an hour later, Bai Yasha finally sent a notification in the group.

Great God of Goodness Bai Yasha: "Finally done! We circled a large area in space and sealed off the space. The breadth is wide enough for four-digit scuffles."

Rorschach: "Then you come back first, we are at the settlement joint."

Great Good God Bai Yasha: "No problem."

Altair: "Is this moment finally coming? I'm looking forward to it."

Tohsaka Rin: "Can you start a multi-person video chat?"

Athena: "My concubine is very interested in the gods of another world. Let me chat with my concubine."

Hell Fubuki: "It's finally time to witness."

Jibril: "Wait! Are you going to start now?"

Jibril: "Wait, we're not ready here yet!"

Altair: "Why wait for the enemy to be ready? Rorschach, can you start a video chat?"

Tokisaki Kurumi: "The video was initiated by me. Wait a minute, we haven't moved over yet."

Kuang San put away his phone and glanced at Rorschach.

Saitama clenched his fists.

In the next second, the space in front of the three distorted, and the figure of Shiroyasha appeared.

"Here are the coordinates."

Her mental power spread out and docked with Rorschach and Kurumi.

Soon, the exchange of information is completed.

"Let's go." Rorschach said.

"I'll transfer it, you keep your strength to attack."

An antique pistol appeared in Kurumi's hand.

As the trigger was pulled, a slight gunshot sounded.

The four figures were twisted in the vibration of space.

……

Above Abont Heim.

"Meow~ Xiaoji really likes to worry meow."

The eldest Flügel sister who smiled like that—the first instance, Azrael flew like a jump.

"Senior Azrael, they are about to attack, let my lord prepare for the attack!"

Jibril, who was wrapped in the repairing art, warned loudly in a slightly childish voice.

"It's just a gathering of a few miscellaneous fish to plan. Xiaoji's worries are superfluous meow, my master is the strongest and can crush any trick."

Azrael responded perfunctorily.

"You idiot! Hurry up and do as I say!"

"Xiaoji gets angry at every turn...but, that's what's so cute! It's even cuter when Xiaoji gets smaller meow, hey, repairing warlocks are so annoying meow."

Azrael looked at Jibril, the Flügel's "younger sister", with doting flashes in her eyes.

"Stupid, stupid... go!"

"Really...I know, I know, meow."

Azrael couldn't beat Jibril and flew to the Hall of the Jade Throne.

She reported the information to the man who was sitting on the highest throne, showing his muscles as strong as a rock.

380 Longing is the feeling farthest from understanding (three more)

The man sitting on the supreme throne is the creator of the Flügel—the goddess Arto.

His huge body was about twice the size of a Flügel, with a black beard as strong as steel hanging down, and eighteen wings on his back wrapped around him like a cloak.

Being looked down at by those sharp eyes——just like that, Azrael felt her brain numb.

However, she knew that this terrifying and trance-like appearance was only a small part of her creator, a drop in the ocean, a microscopic manifestation of her mighty power... She kept bragging about it in her mind.

On the other side, after hearing Azrael's prayerful report, the God of War suddenly laughed:

"That's it, haha, that's it..."

As if he had guessed something, the smile of the god of war Artoius had a different meaning:

"It's almost time, it seems that someone who wants to kill me finally appears."