One-way traffic

Indeed, if you look closely, you can see that... there are burn marks on Butterfly's arm.

but.

"So much effort, and all she got was this little injury on her arm...?"

"In fact, there are very few people who can achieve 'this level of injury' so far."

Butterfly waved her hand, and countless luminous butterflies gathered on her arm.

The injuries that the two had barely managed to inflict with all their strength were healed instantly.

So, how has the outside world changed?

She put her hands behind her back and smiled playfully.

"Forest elves and goblins, right? I think the great battle with that thing called Skywing has already begun."

"Is this your purpose?"

However, regardless of the circumstances, one thing remains certain: Accelerator.

He pursed his lips and said with great displeasure.

"You bastard, you're not even from this world."

First of all, it can be confirmed that she is neither a Skywing nor a Forest Elf.

Or rather, it's impossible to find an existence like a butterfly in the entire world.

So, what exactly is the situation?

She continued to give irrelevant answers, pointing a finger at the corner of her mouth.

"If I'm not mistaken, the machine-type soldiers will probably just go and die like this next, right?"

"..."

"As for why it's described as suicide, it's because—they couldn't possibly withstand the power of 'God's Strike.' Even if it were just to replicate the power generated by the conflict between the two sides, it would still lead to the near extinction of their entire race."

And that's not all.

A playful smile immediately appeared on Butterfly's lips.

"You don't really think that everything will go according to the plan devised by that human named Rick, do you?"

That's right.

"The God of War's 'Divine Strike' will mercilessly kill everyone, and then that power will become uncontrollable, striking directly at the ground."

"What…?"

"Aren't you surprised? Because this really shouldn't have happened in this world, well... after all, it was someone else who made the change~"

"In that case...! Wouldn't all races and humans be—!"

They were killed by a relentless, all-encompassing attack that covered the entire surface.

Moreover, because humans lack sufficient defenses, even with a universal spatial defense, they still would not be able to survive.

"But there is still hope. If you can get there in time and stop all of this, the fate of this world, whether it is humans or other races, can be changed."

"Unfortunately, this kind of thing is completely impossible~?"

As long as there is a girl standing here, they will have absolutely no way to get there.

"After going through all that trouble, this is all the stuff they ultimately planned to do?"

"Hmm~ You don't believe what they say? Then why don't you just wait and see? I won't kill you right now, but I'll let you witness firsthand what's to come for this world—"

"No, no, that's not what I meant, you idiot."

The first voice interrupted the butterfly.

"You don't really think I'd get a headache from something as tasteless as what you're doing, do you?"

--What?

Even Die herself showed a surprised expression.

"Huh? What, what does this mean, Yifang...?"

"You're just making a fuss. Even if you could manipulate all dimensions now, you still couldn't leave this place... Do you think you can interfere with anything here?"

But the more Butterfly said that, the more Accelerator sneered.

"From the very beginning, I never said I would do things all by myself, did I?"

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"Report...! A huge elven reaction has been detected in Avante-Heim!"

On the battlefield, the battle has reached its most intense moment.

Because of the luring attack by the machine gunners and others, the entire battle situation has become uncontrollable.

and so--

"The 'God's Strike' has arrived!"

The unparalleled strike belonging to the God of War, Artesius, erupted head-on.

"—All personnel! 'Void Zero Protection'—18 rounds, all fire!"

"Twelve 'Marrow Explosions', all-out attack—!!"

All the most powerful weapons of each race were unleashed.

Under the apocalyptic bombardment, coupled with the "Collapse Roar" released by the eight-headed dragon spirit at the cost of its life force, everything erupted toward the temple where Altshu was located.

Within that, the most dazzling light descended upon the world.

--Then.

"What...is that?!"

The chaotic sky was enveloped by holy light.

Time, space, dimension.

Everything was frozen in time.

As if a second sun had been created, its pure white and holy light mercilessly swallowed up all the power.

"Void Zero Protection", "Marrow Explosion" -

Combined with various other forces, that would be enough to completely neutralize that absolute attack.

—Impossible.

"Divine Strike" is a brilliance that can even extinguish the stars.

Transformed into the power of a second sun, it proclaimed the absurdity and ignorance of all other races in the world at the very center of the battlefield.

but.

"How could this be... 'Divine Strike' was actually deflected!"

There are about twenty-four "traffic control" points located directly below the Shinki.

They shifted this sun-like radiance, moving it gradually in the corresponding direction—

That's fine.

"—We are all machines, mere tools, devoid of life, living only to obey orders—!!"

At the forefront of Einzshi, and... those nearly five thousand machine-type machines.

In order to correct the final trajectory, to mimic the true power of this strike.

Their sacrifice was necessary.

"above."

"--learn."

In this way, weapons capable of penetrating the Earth's core can be completed.

Rick, the "Will-Bearer," will accomplish all of this.

Everything will come to an end.

ended.

"Can this be considered the 'end'?"

--sound.

A voice that could not possibly exist in this world has descended.

Boom!! Before the "God's Strike", a figure so small that it could not be seen clearly descended.

He stood in front of the Machine Race—all races.

"That, that's—?!"

The races were amazed by this, while the other side remained unmoved.

That enormous "divine strike" seemed capable of swallowing up the entire world.

But he raised his hand.

—A massive explosion, so large it could create even a black hole, engulfed that unparalleled attack.

Bang!! Then, as if it were a joke, "God Strike" was mercilessly and instantly killed.

"They extinguished 'God's Strike'...?!"

"How is this possible! What is that?!"

"The test failed... but based on appearance... it's human?!"

Honestly, it's a really strange place that evokes mixed feelings.

A figure—a blond, blue-eyed youth—smiled listlessly.

The Skywing species in front looked over with an utterly incredulous expression.

"Who...who is it?!"

All the races looked over at once, and then—

"If I said the name 'Orels,' you probably had never heard of it either, right?"

A blond, blue-eyed youth stood in the void, smiling leisurely.

O'Reillys.

In the past, he was a man who should have become a demon god, but the one-eyed Euthinus took away his throne as a demon god.

It has descended upon this apocalyptic world.

Chapter 575 The Divine Right Who Confronts the God of War

First of all.

Based on reason and logic, there is no race in this world, apart from the God of War Althu, that can stop all of this by brute force.

The Forest Elves' most powerful technique, "Void Zero Protection," capable of killing even Fantasy Species, was unleashed in eighteen strikes. The Goblin Species' "Marrow Explosion," created by detonating their unactivated divine essence, was also unleashed in twelve strikes. The "Collapse Roar" unleashed by the eight Dragon Elves was also included, along with a variety of other races' strongest moves.

Finally, there was the "Divine Strike," a combined attack unleashed by Altshu himself and all the remaining Winged Race members capable of movement.

This is the absolute strongest attack; no one can stop it except the God of War himself who unleashed it.

Not to mention the even greater energy generated when this attack collides with all of the aforementioned forces.

A terrifying force capable of swallowing continents and utterly destroying planets.

Let alone intercepting them, even achieving effective defense would be completely impossible for any existing race in this world.

and so.

"What on earth is that thing that completely negated 'God's Strike,' the absolute finishing move unleashed by all our races together?!"

A figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The figure's appearance was that of a young male who looked like a human.

With blond hair and blue eyes, he stood with his hands behind his back, letting the swirling wind whip his beige vest and light blue shirt around his neck.