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Annan sighed leisurely, then took a step forward, and the endless void suddenly emerged behind him!

"If you want to slap me in the face, it's better not to give me face, the guy who doesn't give me face, it's better to disappear into nothingness!"

He said this in a rebellious tone, even more domineering than the tyrants in the sky.

"Oh, it should have been this way."

Artosh looked at Annan who looked like this, and grinned, "I'm usually funny like a clown, why bother? It's not that he will show his vicious nature at the critical moment."

"You know the shit, this is called the funny character is the strongest!"

Annan replied rudely, and his power became stronger and stronger.

then……

As if making an appointment, the two looked at each other, which became the signal for war.

"All - prepare."

Artesio raised his right hand and announced loudly.

It was just that—just that, it made Avant Heim tremble, and space and time were also shocked.

And this statement of his has only one meaning.

——The God of War, the strongest god, the strongest as the king of kings, gathers and releases a part of his power, the "Sky Strike" of the All-Flys, which is an unparalleled strike that all gods must surrender.

——『God Strike』!

"All Flügel - prepare for 'Sky Strike' - entrust everything to Lord Arthuo!"

Azrael shouted loudly, "Rejoice in hatred, enjoy anger, and tolerate rebellion! Pampering their folly is the Flügel created by Master and Master—the only King, the strongest embodiment. Master's Decide to dedicate your wings and show it to the enemy's strong!"

In response to Azrael's words, the Flügels poured their power into their wings together.

The many feathers of the God of War, at this moment, show the divine will of Artesius with their own actions!

"Let me tell you, in front of the strongest, any cleverness is useless!"

Artesio watched Annan, his fierce smile full of contentment.

Even if he knew that Annan was plotting against him, so what?

"To completely ravage everything at will, this is - the strongest!!!"

This is the arrogance that only the strongest are allowed to possess!

Even if there are thousands of conspiracies, all of them will be broken with force! ! !

——This is the decision of the strongest king of the world, the god of war Artosh.

Before the power that can destroy everything and everything in the world, it will all return to dust.

All the Flügels entrusted all of their power—the power of "Sky Strike" to Artosh's raised hand.

The laws of the universe cried out, and the order of the planet was gradually distorted around the hand of the god of war, and the thoughts of destruction that made the world tremble began to gather——

The power is manifested, the legal principles are revealed, and the strongest is defined by this.

On Artosh's right hand, there is the strongest principle that no one in this world can control.

A power that is beyond the norm is not enough to describe, it is a real power of extrapolation.

He holds a long spear in one hand, the strongest in the other, and behind him is a huge wing of light that gathers the power of thousands of Flügel. The brilliant figure makes Annan slightly inferior.

"I see……"

Annan stared at the blow that was enough to shatter the planet in Artesu's hand, and said, "So...this is the 'God Strike'."

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"Is this... 'God Strike'?!"

Annan stared at Artoshu's figure and took a deep breath. The blow of all Flügel plus Artoshu's own power overshadowed his imaginary space.

"I'm going, you guys don't talk about martial arts, just beating me up as a young man is enough, and you're going to make a big move at the beginning of the game."

As usual.

When everyone starts a fight, shouldn't they first slowly try out a few tricks to show friendship?

How can there be a trick to come up?

And as far as Annan knows, this guy Artixu has not used this trick for tens of thousands of years.

This is a godsend!It was an unparalleled blow from the God of War!

A combined attack technique made by the most slaughtering Flügels using their own trump cards.

The huge power possessed by the Flügel was all concentrated in what was released in just one blow—Sky Strike.

Normally, with just one hit from the sky, the burst of energy would be enough to burn down the entire continent.

Under the leadership of Artosh, thousands of heavenly strikes converged together, and combined with Artosh's own power, the power of this divine strike had already surpassed Getia's Noble Phantasm.

Maybe Getia's belt of light can burn human beings, but it pales in comparison to the divine strike that can pierce the planet with a single blow.

But the cost of the blow was equally huge.

This is a forbidden technique that explodes all of its own energy in an instant, so the Flügel who has used Sky Strike will fall into a weak state, unable to even move, and no longer able to fight.

Typical fight move.

If this move can't kill the enemy, then the one who will die is the weak self.

Even Artosh's strength will be lower than usual after using Divine Strike, although this is meaningless, even if he becomes weaker, he is the strongest.

"However, if I survive this blow, the Flügel who has lost his combat effectiveness will not be able to surround and beat me."

"Thinking about it like this, it doesn't seem like it's a loss... there's a ghost!"

No matter what, he had to be able to take the opponent's desperate blow.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Artixu's output is stronger than mine at the moment, and I'm on the left now, so I have a great chance of losing if I fight against Bo."

Annan sighed and looked at Artosh who held the strongest principle.

The power born out of common sense is dazzling and dazzling, not only destroying the sky and destroying the earth, but also wreaking havoc even more intensely.

It is difficult to say whether his own imaginary number barrier can even play a defensive effect like a scrap of paper.

You can't fight, you can't defend, you can't defend.

Life is really too difficult, he is really too difficult.

"Fortunately, I still have a few preparations left."

Annan smiled calmly as he felt the air force that was locked by Artesu.

Although he didn't go to the point where he needed [-]% confidence to do everything, Annan still expected to face the situation of divine strike.

"Really? No matter what you have, Annan, if you have the ability - just take my strike!!!"

Artxiu looked down at Annan from above, and behind him was the wings of light that gathered the power of tens of thousands of sky strikes.

The divine flame of destruction condensed on the golden spear tip, and even time could burn out.

It was the magic spear that nailed the strongest final dragon to the supreme throne tens of thousands of years ago and melted all its inextinguishable scales, flesh and bones.

In front of this magic gun...

The sky is thunderous and chaotic, and the scorching wind blows the wasteland, its power can be infinite!

It was simply thrown by Artemiu, the spear that penetrated like a meteor, shattering the space all the way.

There is no need to use any skills, the mere existence is a kind of extreme, this is the extinction shot that Annan will face.

Honestly, this is really the strongest blow he has ever encountered.

Even when he was fighting with the restraining force, he never encountered such an exaggerated attack, and Annan is not even in Xingyue now, and there is no vortex of roots to borrow.

It's a little bad, but that's okay.

He is also not the weak man who could only rely on his roots to make a comeback.

"I'm...a lot stronger!"

Looking back at his past, Annan smiled silently, the circuit in his body lit up in an instant, and the profound meaning of imaginary numbers bloomed in his hands in an instant.

I saw that he reached out his hand lightly and stopped in front of the spear.

And just when his fingers were about to touch Artosh's strongest shot...

"The world, stop time!"

As the words follow, the gears of time no longer turn, and the world loses its color, as if it were in an old black and white silent film.

Artexu's movements were stagnant at the moment when the spear was shot, and the spear, which was enough to smash the stars with one blow, was fixed an inch in front of Annan.

A person with an imaginary number attribute, simply and rudely, is a stalker who can insert his hand into the interdimensional gap.

Affecting time and space is very easy for those who master imaginary numbers.

In the case of Annan doing his best, even the existence of the level of Artois will be frozen in time.

Although... that can only last for a short moment!

In the space where time was still, Arto's body began to move slowly and firmly, and the stagnant spear began to shake, moving forward little by little.

This is the strongest, a transcendence that even time cannot restrain.

"Time to stop this little trick, don't use it in front of me!"

"Give me--open!!!"

Artesius roared, shaking the world, the boundless might shattered time abruptly, the vein of time was grabbed by him, and the pointer that stopped rotating was artificially pushed forward.

Then, time resumes its flow.

The world is recolored and everything moves freely.

The long spear that pierced the void hummed happily, turned into a spear that surpassed the speed of light again, and slammed into Annan with an indomitable momentum.

"This is really... rude..."

Rao was prepared, and Annan was a little speechless at the moment.