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"..."

Azrael fell silent.

"If that day ever comes, and I am defeated and annihilated, you, the defeated one, will bear witness on my behalf and offer a memorial."

Artosh suddenly laughed, a smile that was pure, brave, yet full of joy.

"But I think, Artosh-sama, you are unlikely to be defeated by any being, even the 'Unknown'..."

Azrael became emotional.

Her words quickly stopped.

——Azriel didn’t know what the Lord God saw.

However, when the possibility of defeat was hinted at, the Lord God's expression was not fearful, but more like a God of War, looking forward to the appearance of an unknown enemy.

Even so, he still has the will to fight to surpass the "unknown".

"I don't know who he is. But I know that another 'God of War' has arrived."

Artosh raised his hand, quelling Azrael’s flattery. His expression quickly regained composure, and a long-unseen excitement welled up in his golden eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, my Feather. I already know the news you brought. Just wait quietly, the 'unknown'... will appear."

"......Yes."

The report ended like this.

When Artosh mentioned the "unknown," Azrael imagined that the Lord God would rise from his throne with fighting spirit, leading his eighteen wings to carry out a glorious war like in ancient times. This made her feel excited and her blood boil.

Turning the unknown into the known – that’s a very meaningful thing.

The unknown must be overturned. There is no sense of regret in this. To be honest, it is an "enemy" that must be eliminated.

The Creator would probably be very happy with that "enemy".

but no.

The Lord God still sat on the throne, remaining motionless for thousands of years.

It seems that there is no enemy worthy of his attack at the moment.

Without a strong opponent, even living... is meaningless...

......

In this turbid world.

All creatures were as filthy and vile as the vomit from the belly of the Elf Corridor.

But Artosh was different. As an Old Deus, he was a natural-born warrior, and he possessed absolute strength.

Sometimes, he really wanted to ask, is it true that besides him, there is no other person in the world that he is interested in?

Anyway, the creatures he encountered so far were all low and despicable. The value of such lives was not even as much as the food residue of maggots.

And destroying this muddled life is the right that this world has given to Artosh.

They must be treated cruelly and without mercy!

Because only when they perish is the most meaningful moment in their lives.

Although some guys who are a little stronger than those trash have appeared now, they are still no threat to Artosh.

Because the "God of War" is powerful enough, he is the strongest even among the "Old Deus", whose names tremble in fear at the mere mention of the lower species.

It had been so long since Artosh had met an opponent that he had lost track of time.

The perpetual chaos of war only brings strength to Artosh, the "God of War".

Now, he and the eighteen fragments of his wings—the Feathers (the Flügel), along with his apostle, the Phantasma (Avant Heim), with a tiny force consisting of one god, one phantasma, and one race—declare war on the world, gaining an overwhelming advantage.

He is known as the immortal "God of War".

His wings surrendered to his arrogance and self-confidence, and they admired the supreme king in their hearts.

But the funny thing is.

Artosh, however, grew tired of this day by day, as if there was nothing worth pursuing in life anymore.

Even though people like Azrael tried their best to praise their creator, Artosh no longer felt the slightest bit of excitement.

Without a strong opponent, even fighting loses its meaning.

He felt his enthusiasm was gradually fading...

"Long live Lord Artosh!"

He could always hear such shouts in his ears, but day after day it only made him feel numb, and sometimes even bored.

To this day, Artosh is still waiting for the "unknown".

He doesn't know whether the "unknown" is a person, a god, a demon or an object, but he will keep waiting.

——Based on the premise of defeat or failure, waiting for the emergence of the "unknown".

......

the other side.

In the deserted Elf city, two figures, neither of whom belonged to the Elf race, appeared.

They are Jibril and Atreus Pantheon (Shen Yuan).

If Shen Yuan knew what the 'God of War' Artosh was thinking at this moment, he would probably laugh out loud.

There are so many powerful things in this world.

In the original story, this typical macho Old Deus, the creator of the Flügel, "God of War" Artosh, possessed the strongest existence in the world with the ability to "explode stars". In the end, he was calculated by the weak human race. After using "Divine Strike", while his own power and the Flügel's power were weakened, the "Ex-Machina" seized the opportunity and stripped away his "divine essence" at the cost of the entire race's silence.

It has to be said that this is a great irony.

Putting aside other things, isn’t it easy to die?

When I meet Artosh soon, I will teach him a lesson as a "War Spirit".

"What are you thinking about? Are you listening to the lesson I'm giving you..."

Jibril looked at the distracted Shen Yuan, the little girl with battle patterns painted on her left arm and thigh and wings growing from both sides of her lumbar spine, and said in a feigned anger.

She was tutoring Shen Yuan on the "knowledge of this world."

Numerous gods and creatures continue to fight against each other in a war to compete for the throne of the "One God".

The war that ravaged the sky and the earth had lasted for hundreds of years, but Jibril had learned much of the knowledge from her sisters. As the last Flügel to be created, the war had already entered its final stages by the time she was created.

The most powerful force in the world today is the Flügel, headed by Artosh.

"I understand. Only by defeating you Flügel and the God of War, Artosh, can I ascend to the throne of the [Sole God], right?"

Shen Yuan nodded and said.

"That's impossible! My creator is an extremely 'kind' Lord God. Master Artosh is even more 'kind' than all the other Old Deus, but he is also the most powerful and supreme. Therefore, the throne of the One God will be his sooner or later."

Jibril spoke with great pride when she mentioned the name of the Creator.

"The kind god of war?"

Shen Yuan curled his lips, looking completely unconvinced.

These days, even the God of War can be considered a benevolent god.

Then shouldn't the God of Death elect a Virgin Mary?

"Do the Flügel have any weaknesses?"

“How could they possibly have weaknesses?! The Flügel are the most perfect race. Oh, and…why are you asking that? Even if there are weaknesses, I can’t tell you!”

Jibril snorted softly. She always maintained a confident demeanor.

Because she simply didn't believe that this alien world's human beings would be enemies of the Flügel. It was a joke, how could humans possibly defeat the Flügel? This notion had long been ingrained in Jibril's mind.

On the other hand, Jibril answered Shen Yuan's questions without hesitation. It can be said that she answered every question without any concept of "leaking information".

"It's almost time."

After staying for a while, Shen Yuan stood up.

"What time is it? Where are you going?"

Jibril asked, tilting her head.

"I'm leaving now. I can't stay here forever. Don't you want to eat?"

“Huh? How can the Flügel eat? You mean eating? That’s something only lower-ranked species do. We absorb spirits from heaven and earth… Hey, you mean, you want to go find food?!”

"That's it."

"Wait, you can't leave!"

"why?"

"Well...because I won't allow it, at least not now!"

"Sorry, I don't have time for your nonsense. Just hide here. I have to go hunting."

"Hunting? Going to a human's lair? Hmm? You want to eat humans?"

Jibril thought for a moment, then said, "So you are a cannibal."

"..."

Shen Yuan no longer paid any attention to Jibril. He carried the Undying Spear, Holy Destruction, in one hand and the Holy Shield in the other. His dark blue cloak, like a sky curtain, rose up. After putting on his golden armor, he walked towards the world outside that was filled with black and gray.

No normal person would stay here and fool around with Jibril, and since he wanted to leave anyway, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"Damn it! How dare you leave me alone? Are you really planning to run away?"

Jibril watched Shen Yuan leave. She stamped her feet in frustration and anger, but fortunately she had just recovered some strength, enough for her to find and use the elves' repair technique to replenish her magic power.

What used to take 50 years for natural recovery to complete may now take less than two days.

In two days, that guy won’t be able to escape far!

Let him run for two days first.

When Jibril thought of this, she immediately went to look for the elves' repair formula. After she recovered her strength, she would find that guy and hunt him down!

......

According to legend, something like the "sun" seemed to have existed in the past.

At that time - the white flame of the sun shone brightly, and the sky was a clear blue.

But after the great war between the gods and their creations, the earth was reduced to scorched earth and ashes covered the sky.

The ashes collided with the Spirit Corridor, the star power flowing in the sky, emitting light and dyeing the sky red.

As if absorbing the blood and sorrow of all lives, the ashes turned into a sad red color at some point, and they hovered in the sky as if forever, quietly overlooking the earth where the gods and their creations were wreaking havoc.

And that red color covered every piece of land where the killing of each other still continued.

Perhaps it was the wailing and blood flowing from the planet itself.

Now, in the bloody sky, only some blue ash is falling.

The corpses and dust mixed together, poisoning the life of the land and turning the once prosperous city into a doomsday wasteland.

And in such a harsh environment.

On the ruins, there were three people wearing strange clothes walking.

They wore dust masks on their heads and fur armor to protect their bodies from the fierce cold. To survive in this environment, full-body dust-proof clothing was also necessary.

"The black and gray have become less..."

One of the 'people' frowned and looked up at the cloudy red sky.

He didn't just stop.

"Hey, Ivan, has the black ash invaded your brain?"

Hearing his companions' shouts, the Imanity named 'Iwan' came to his senses and looked at the two companions who were staring at him.

"Ya 050 Lei, I'm just taking a break."

"You're talking as if we're not tired. Be prepared, because we're about to infiltrate a secret factory belonging to the Dwarfs!"