It's normal for an evil god to raise an Abyss.

How dare I, who am so humble, imagine that I can guess the mind of the master of the abyss and the gods? That is truly a crime of disrespect.

The master is the strongest. The master is the strongest god at the top. The master is the supreme embodiment of the concept of "war". No one is the master's opponent. Because he is the strongest, he is the strongest.

However, Azriel hadn't seen her master smile in a long time, that kind of fierce and passionate smile.

For thousands and tens of thousands of years in the past, the master just sat on the throne melancholy and lazily, supporting his cheek with his hand in boredom.

But now everyone can see that he is in a good mood.

"We're almost there. Looks like someone who wants to [kill] me has finally appeared."

Hearing this, Azriel took a deep breath:

"how is this possible?"

She frowned and responded,

"No one on this planet can stand up to my Lord."

Azriel knew the reason for her master’s worry:

The master is the god of war, and war means fighting each other.

Competition, war, killing and being killed, both sides gamble life and death, tempering their souls and existence.

The continuous confluence of such cycles gives birth to the concept of the master and is the essence of the master.

Therefore, the master will personally step onto the battlefield and arouse the killing intent.

Be hateful, be angry, rebel, risk your fragile life, use up all your wisdom, and challenge foolishly.

To crush everything with overwhelming force, that is what makes one the strongest.

To pacify the world by force, to demonstrate the ultimate power, to define the strongest person, is the master.

However, one-sided slaughter is not enough to be called a war.

Therefore, the owner has been depressed and tired for a long time.

"What's the point of being the strongest without a challenger?"

After saying this, the master's expression changed, his smile disappeared, and he looked down at the world below with a calm look.

——And the sudden situation happened at that time.

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"All [combat forms], [pseudo-classic·sky strike]——[classic opening]——"

Located near the back of the Phantasmal Avant Heim floating in the sky.

"Aim - correct deviation - fix - don't kill me, okay?"

"learn."

Afterwards, more than 1,200 [Sky Strikes] launched a historic salvo that determined the fate of the planet.

From behind Avant Heim, the [Allied Forces] were shot towards the ground.

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A sudden flash of light that burned the sky and the earth caused Azrael to scream:

“W-what? Who fired the [Sky Strike] just now?!”

“No, I don’t know! Avant Heimne didn’t respond at all.”

The Flügel gathered in the hall were also in a state of confusion and panic.

Azriel suddenly remembered the race that was good at imitating:

"——Ex-Machina! You are a useless piece of shit that imitates like a monkey!"

What will be the consequences of such actions?

The answer is that other forces would see it as the Flügel people attacking first.

And then there it was - the start of a full-scale conflict.

Chapter 100 The Weakest and the Strongest

"Haha~ How dare you do such a contemptuous thing, these iron filings!!"

Azrael quickly grasped the general situation, a ferocious smile appeared on her face, and she quickly issued instructions:

"Raphael, lead the Nine Wings, and attack all the Dwarf ships that may launch [Marrow Explosion] without leaving a single one. Sarakiel, take all the Ten to Eighteen Wings, and kill the Elves as quickly as possible—"

"Report, all members of the Tenth Wing have lost contact, and an unknown person has broken into Avant Heim!"

"Eh?!"

Azriel was extremely surprised that someone could destroy an entire wing team in such a short time...

etc--

Azriel suddenly remembered the rumors about the ownerless shadow - the [God of Death].

“Hahaha! Really? The one who wants to kill me is [you], you’re unexpectedly early, hahaha!”

Artosh continued to laugh, shocking Avant Heim. Azrael said tremblingly:

"Excuse me, but a cricket cannot threaten its master——"

Is it the insight of God, or the power of the God of War? In fact, Artosh seems to have mastered everything.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"

Artosh smiled, as if he had known this for a long time, and looked into the distance as if he was welcoming someone who had been waiting for a long time.

"I see. The one who can confront me, the [strongest], must of course be the [weakest] - right, [Monkey]?"

Just asking this question made Avant Heim tremble, time and space were shaken, and the many Flügel present were also shocked.

The scene fell into abnormal silence for a moment.

Knock—knock—knock—

In the silence, footsteps were heard from the entrance of the hall.

What appeared was just a girl with white hair and pink eyes.

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A few minutes ago, when the Ex-Machinas used [Sky Strike], Xueyue had already boarded Avant Heim, choosing the simplest and most effective path, and knocked out the Flügel that blocked her way one by one.

The principle is not complicated. Just attach a little mental interference to the weapon and hit the opponent, and the opponent will be quickly thrown into a coma. It can be said to be a technique similar to "Haowang Haki Entanglement".

Xue Yue just walked into the Jade Throne Hall, ignoring the Skywings around her, and focused her eyes only on the [strongest] god in the world sitting on the throne.

"You actually called me a monkey. Then what are you, who am I going to kill?"

Xueyue was not afraid of the gazes from the Flügel around her that were trying to skin her alive, but Artosh just kept smiling:

"Hahaha, very good, I allow you to tell me your name."

Xueyue stretched out her right arm, clenched her right hand into a fist, and hammered it into the air.

Crack—Crack—

There was a sound of something breaking out of nowhere and cracks appeared in the air, which was a sign that the space was being shattered.

The crack extended outward, and finally, as if it could no longer bear it, a loud noise was heard.

Xueyue already held a sword in her right hand.

"【I am Providence."

Xueyue swung her sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the [Most Powerful] God.

"Submit - or - perish?"

As if in response to Xueyue's words, the sword burst into flames.

The flame was not simply burning, but a divine fire that was powerful enough to burn the divine court. The true name of this sword was - [Levadin].

A sacred weapon in Norse mythology, with aliases such as "Sword of Flame" and "Sword of Victory". The giant Surtur used this sword to cut off the roots of the World Tree and burned the world after Ragnarok.

The giant sword that was originally meant to match the giants' tall stature has now been transformed into a straight sword to suit the body shape of the girl who holds it.

Facing Xueyue's provocative words, Artosh felt an emotion that he had not felt for a long time quietly rising up.

That is the emotion called "excitement".

"All hands - ready."

Artosh canceled all of Azrael’s previous deployments, which meant only one thing.

This god of war, the strongest god, has all the power, including the [Sky Strike] of all the Skywing species, gathered together and released a strike.

[Divine Strike], this is an unparalleled strike that all gods must submit to. Now the target is only [one person].

No, in Azriel’s eyes, not only the [humans] in front of her, but also all the enemies below, including all things in it, will be completely annihilated.

“Take hatred as joy, enjoy anger, and allow rebellion! Pamper their stupidity. That is the strongest embodiment of the Master and the Flügel created by the Master. Dedicate your wings to the Master’s decision and show them! The one who can trample these ignorant people who don’t know the Master’s power at will is the real [Strong]!”

Following Azrael’s call, the Flügel poured their strength into their wings.

Seeing the Flügel unleashing their surging power, Artosh smiled with satisfaction, and then said in a calm voice that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth:

"Machines, elves, goblins, and dragons, you fools who claim the name of God in my presence..."

No matter whether it is the guy in front of him or the races below, they are ultimately just insignificant trash.

Before the power to destroy everything in the universe, everything between heaven and earth, will all be turned into dust.

This is the decision made by the strongest king of the world, the [God of War] Artosh.

All the Flügel placed all their strength on Artosh’s right hand.

The laws of the universe cried out, and the order of the planet gradually twisted around Artosh’s hand.

"If defeating the [weak] is the fate of the [strong], then can my [essence] really be called the strongest?"

Artosh murmured in a low voice that no one could hear.

The power is revealed, the law is clear, and [the strongest] is defined by this.

In his right hand, there is a power that cannot be controlled by anyone in this world.

Artosh smiled fiercely, spread his shining pure white wings, and said with excitement overflowing in his heart:

"No matter what, today I will understand the answer to the eternal question."

"I don't know what answer you are looking for, but the question of the God of War can only be answered by fighting~"

Instead of feeling any fear at the terrifying power so close to her, Xueyue just smiled confidently.

Whether it was Artosh, the Flügel, or Xueyue, they all believed that they had no chance of losing.

The battle between the [weakest] and the [strongest] began high in the sky.

Chapter 101 Going to Longtan Alone

Ten minutes before the Ex-Machina launched the [Air Strike].

"Xiaoxue, that guy, went to the sky to show off by himself, and then threw the troublesome things to me. Sigh... I am not a god who likes violence..."

Bubble stretched out his right hand and placed it on his forehead to block the glaring light coming from above.

(A certain Naiya: Sister Yug never held back when she beat me up, and you still say you don’t like violence?)

The scene before us was a place with fairly good scenery, with mountains and water. Of course, what was even more eye-catching were the dozens of pure white dragons lying, sitting, or hovering in the sky.

Dragon spirits are the fourth species. Although their numbers are small, each dragon is extremely powerful. Legend has it that dragon spirits are born from the skeletons of gods. Most dragon spirits have the appearance of traditional Western dragons.

"Why are you here, a human being as insignificant as an ant?"

A white dragon asked this.

"It's simple. I demand that you give up your agreement with the Dwarves and that all Dragons withdraw from this decisive battle."