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

The deep outline of the face was overlooked by those sharp golden pupils, but just like that, Azrael felt that her brain was also paralyzed.

However, Azrael knew that even the stalwart appearance that made people feel terrified and stupefied was only a small part of her creator, a drop in the ocean, a tiny manifestation of her mighty power.

"It's hard work, my wings."

The God of War looked down at his beloved wings, stroked his steel-like black beard, and said happily, a proud voice sounded in the hall.

"I am ashamed, my master."

Azrael, who reported the results of the battle, lowered her head and said very humbly, and then prepared to retire.

"Wait, Azrael, I have something to tell you."

The God of War sat on the throne, showing a simple brave but very happy smile.

This made Azrael's pupils shrink, and she was very surprised.

She hadn't seen her master smile for a long time—that kind of fierce and passionate smile.

For thousands, tens of thousands of years, the master just sat on the throne melancholy and lazily, resting his cheeks with his hands in a boring way.

Regarding the master's melancholy, Azrael knew the reason—

The master is the strongest being.

With one god, one fantasy, and one race, he fought the world with this small military force and gained an overwhelming advantage.

The power to settle the world, to show the strength and the law, to define the strongest person, that is the master.

but.

One-sided killings are not the strongest of the challengers... So what's the point?

Therefore, the owner will be depressed for a long time in the feeling of burnout.

But now he is in a happy mood, but even others can see it.

"A feather from my eighteenth wing, Azrael, the first individual."

"Please say, meow~."

Azrael said respectfully.

"I remember telling you once before that I might lose the battle."

"Meow, aren't you joking?"

Azrael said in surprise.

In this regard, the God of War shook his head calmly, and then said something that confused his people.

"I'm very strong, and no one's strength can surpass me. That's why I can't understand things."

"I can't understand, but the weak can understand. So, I may lose to the unknown that only the strong can have."

The God of War happily mentioned the possibility of his defeat, looking forward to the appearance of the unknown to defeat him.

"Ah, it's almost time, someone who wants to kill me will finally appear."

"When I am defeated and perished, you who have become the loser will testify on my behalf as a sacrifice."

After speaking the earth-shattering words, no matter how much damage was caused to the cognition of his subordinates, the God of War got up from his throne.

The god of the sky, the supreme king, and the peerless god of war, Artesius, left his throne for thousands of years, and stood up quietly, as if he had been standing here since time immemorial.

Just this stop distorted the surrounding time, space, and even the law of causality, creating a space thousands of times wider than the throne room, making Azrael feel as small as an ant.

"My lord, what did you notice?!"

Shocked, Azrael even withdrew her oral fetish.

"It's nothing, just saw something interesting, don't worry, it's not the moment you need to witness."

I saw Artesu showing a ferocious smile, full of iron and blood fighting intent, and his golden eyes looked towards the void, as if they were staring at a pair of black eyes.

"As for now, let me do my best to respond!"

"Look at the guests who have come from afar, are they qualified to answer my questions!"

The voice fell, and the burly God of War pierced the space with a shot, ignoring the distance to move the space.

then……

A figure with black hair and black eyes appeared on the wasteland with huge dents at the same time!

Chapter 170 IX I Am The Strongest!

Beneath the scarlet night sky, the sun and the moon have no light.

The cracked earth was lifeless, and the black ash turned into by the death of the elves was swept away with the sound of howling wind, rustling and falling, like a final snow scene that cursed the world.

There was silence all around, even the demons with low intelligence were reluctant to go out at such a moment.

This also directly led to the fact that no one was fortunate enough to witness the confrontation between the two peerless powerhouses.

On the spot where Annan and Tiamat first descended...

The wilderness that has experienced the space earthquake has sunk into a huge pit, and the dark pit is like a bottomless abyss.

At the bottom of this abyss, two figures were quietly opposed.

The black-haired youth, who looked a little thin, opened his eyes and stared ahead, his black pupils seemed to contain all things in the void.

On the opposite side of the youth, there is a god with strong muscles like a rock, standing like a mountain peak, and just being here makes the space let out an overwhelmed scream.

"...you are very strong."

Looking directly at the god's majestic golden pupils, Annan felt an overwhelming pressure, so he spoke lightly.

"This is nature, a visitor from another world, you are not weak."

The God of War, who has the name of the strongest, replied as a matter of course, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

The master moves, and you can decide the level without having to do it.

Because before starting, there will be a confrontation of spirit and will.

If you can't even bear the opponent's momentum and will, then don't do it.

Because after being suppressed by the opponent's spiritual level, it is easy to be afraid of lack of courage, to move hands and feet, and to lose half of the battle before it starts.

It has been a long time since the God of War encountered an existence that could withstand his own momentum and will.

"Hahaha—! 5000 years, a full 5000 years, after such a boring long time, finally someone can stand in front of me again."

The strongest god burst into laughter with great joy, and the heroic laughter bombarded the space like a heavy hammer, causing the earth to tremble.

The last time he fought was in the past that was far enough to be described as a myth.

At that time, he fought another being with the name of "the strongest", and that daunting confrontation of those days is still recited by the world.

The strongest god species - "God of War" Artosh.

The strongest dragon spirit species - "End Dragon" Hatirem.

5000 years ago, the two most powerful men decided to have a vigorous decisive battle on the highest peak overlooking the world.

The outcome of this battle is obvious.

The victor is the god of war Artius.

The battle between the two strongest men shrouded the sky in crimson, dyed the earth green, and the highest peak turned into the world's largest pothole in the collision, becoming the ocean.

The aftermath has not dissipated, the sky is still thundering, and the sea is still boiling.

In the end, the god of war Artosh killed the final dragon Hatirem on the land of dusk.

From now on, there is only one person who is the strongest in the world.

But since then...

The only strongest person can no longer find an opponent, even if it is the existence of the same god species, it is only a slightly slapped existence in front of him, and even the race he created can crusade those of the same kind.

Empty, just too empty.

The strongest without a challenger means nothing at all.

And today, the god of war Artosh once again welcomed a strong man who could stand in front of him without fear.

His aura is enough to distort the world, and his will is as untouchable as the power of the sky. Anyone who sees his eyes that are not angry and self-mighty will crack his heart and heart.

But the black-haired young man on the opposite side did not change his face.

The God of War could feel that the youth on the opposite side seemed to not exist, and his aura was like punching cotton with a punch—no strength.

No...not that it doesn't exist.

It was the young man on the opposite side that swallowed everything around him like a black hole, turning everything into nothingness like a mud ox into the sea, so it gave people the illusion of non-existence.

"I don't know, can the nothingness in your body be able to fight against my "strongest"? ! "

A look of anticipation appeared on the deeply contoured face of the God of War Arto.

"Although it's a bit unexpected, it's also reasonable. Since I can't find my opponent in this world, the powerhouse who can match me can only come from another world."

As the strongest god, his supernatural powers can easily penetrate all truth and falsehood.

This made Annan sigh a little.

"I was seen through. I thought I could hide it for a while. Obviously, I have erased all traces as much as possible. Can you tell me how you noticed it?"

"Erase the traces? If you mean the movement of the present world, then you are indeed covering up very well."

Artixu sneered calmly and said, "But the visitor who came to this world should have a god besides you."

"It's not so easy to hide a god. There is a new spirit in this world, how could I not notice it."

"Divine essence?"

Annan heard the new term, and repeated a sentence with some doubts.

"Oh? It seems that the rules of your world are different from ours, so let me explain."

Artosh didn't care about wasting a little bit to explain, he was in a good mood after meeting his opponent for a long time, and he talked more.