Opening, a Star Cup

The three-headed demon who crushed him forcefully.

No, I can't continue thinking about it.

Azrael suddenly felt ashamed of her arrogance.

Speaking of a humble self, it is already a crime of disrespect to try to speculate on the will of the abyss-like master, God.

The master is the strongest, the master is the apex, the strongest god, Artosh, the god of war—the king of kings.

Supreme—Master is the incarnation of the concept of [war]. No one is the master's opponent. He is the strongest because he is the strongest.

However, Azrael hasn't seen her master smile for a long time, and she hasn't seen such a 'fierce and passionate' smile like now...

For thousands or tens of thousands of years, the master just sat on the throne sadly and lazily, resting his hands on his cheeks in boredom

Now he looks happy, but even others can see clearly.

what is that

"It's coming soon—I can feel that the guy who wants to kill me and also has that possibility is among this group of people."

Hearing these words, Azrael gasped, and she raised her head instantly.

Regardless of respecting her master, the sudden movement of raising her head pulled her nerves, causing her to turn pale from the pain, and a waterfall of cold sweat flowed from her cheeks.

"Hi~!"

"How is it possible?!—My lord!... You are the strongest, no one on this earth can compete with you, master!" Her face was twitching due to the pain, but Azrael spoke hastily, her pretty face was a little panicked , panic.

Afraid to continue hearing more of this 'horrified' speech from the master.

'No, it's impossible, the master won't lose! '

'He is the strongest! '

At this time, Azrael remembered Xiaoji's confident words at that time, the words that a certain human being would surely defeat the king of gods.

A picture flashed in her mind, and she subconsciously recalled the "devil figure" of that person who monopolized the entire Flügel army just now.

Saying, 'You can't count as a demon king with one enemy ten thousand! 'Such three evil dragons that make people's hands and feet cold and their scalp numb speak.

Teach Azrael what 'fear' is, let her let go of her arrogance for the first time, and use an extremely humble attitude to think about all the words of the other party's 'monster'.

that sense of helplessness

That kind of deep unwillingness rising from the heart! !Could it be that Artosh-sama is... ah~!

Azrael suddenly felt extremely sad in her heart!It's called 'sorrow'!Such emotion!

A heartache that I had never felt before surged in my chest.This was incomprehensible in the past.

boom! !

The entire Abant and Heim suddenly shook, and the outer barrier protecting the Flügel finally couldn't hold up under such a huge and numerous bombardment and shattered.

——Avant, the outermost part of Heim.

Seeing Sora, Aziz Dakaha and others flying into their 'homeland', the remaining Flügel who stayed outside all trembled.

At this time, no one retreated, and they all waited for these coalition forces with the determination to die.

"It's him... the demon king 'Azdakaha'!" A Flügel shouted with eyes that were originally full of brutality and murderous intent, when she saw one of the figures at the forefront of the coalition forces, her pupils constricted and she trembled.

After the rest of the Flügel heard it, they all looked at it, and after witnessing the three-meter-high evil figure, they were immediately discouraged...

The pretty girls all showed somewhat desperate expressions.

The Flügel who have no timidity or fear even in the face of a coalition force ten times larger than their own, even in the face of powerful Heroic Spirits.

at this time……

But because of the demon king who defeated all of them forcefully with only one person, he lost his "fighting will" and stood still!

In any case, as strong as senior Azrael, he couldn't leave even a 'real' scar on that body.

Even if we risk our lives and the result of the collapse of the Elven Corridor, we can't hurt 'it' even a tiny bit! !

Can't help but think like this, the Flügel looked at the three-headed dragon in the sky.

This kind of dawn of victory is completely invisible, that figure... is like the wall of sighs blocking the boundary between the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and the Underworld, like an insurmountable mountain straddling the Flügel in front of them.

Even gods can only sigh under this high wall.

"War... can't defeat it! We can't defeat them..." a certain Flügel said with trembling and unwillingness.

A touch of sadness and loss spread across the faces of the Flügel.

"The Flügel, who can defeat even death, is now bowing down in front of [Fear]?" Sora asked softly.

"The expression like a virgin spreading flowers on the couch is endearing!" With a complicated and inexplicable smile, Sora silently looked at the Flügel who had been driven to a dead end.

Even in the past, he never imagined that one day in the future, he would be able to fly in the sky with his own strength as a human being without relying on the power of the Ex-Machinas.

Looking down on the mighty Flügel with a victorious posture.

However, the war is not over yet.

Now is not the time to fully appreciate these beautiful girls = sad expressions.