I, authentic, little sun

The Flügel, headed by Azrael, all stared solemnly at the explosion in the distance.

On the other side, the elves also teamed up to defend against the aftermath of the explosion, keeping a close eye on the center of the explosion.

"boom--!"

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded, deafening, and then, a breath so terrifying that Azrael shuddered appeared from the center of the explosion.

Although the Flügel are not afraid of death, death in battle is an honor for them.

However, even so, Azrael and the other Flügel were instinctively terrified.

Suddenly, a storm swept out, and the terrifying torrent of energy was directly washed away, and was shaken away from the center of the battlefield.

The powerful storm forced Azrael and the others to step up their defenses, but they never looked away.

Then, in the sight of everyone, a figure suddenly appeared, and its posture was shocking.

Masamune, who was covered in dust and covered in the sun's rays, just walked out of the smoke calmly with Jibril in his arms.

Judging from the situation on his body, the sky strike released by the twenty Flügel didn't even cause him the slightest damage!

However, this is also a matter of course, the sun ring armor integrated with Masamune is a conceptual Noble Phantasm.

Even though the power of the Sky Strike jointly released by the Flügel was quite powerful, it still couldn't pierce the armor on the authentic body even if it was weakened to one tenth.

It can be said that Zhengzong's long-standing planning policy, the thickest armor... can be described as vividly displayed.

"It's not damaged at all, how could this guy be so strong?!" Azrael was shocked, and her heart was overwhelmed.

She even began to doubt whether her master could do this when he was just born.

No wonder even Jibril, who was not weaker than him, was able to defeat him, and even his own creator was able to have such a strong interest in him, and regarded him as a real 'enemy'.

The other party is really an out-and-out monster!

Under the blood-colored sky, hundreds of Flügel fell silent for a moment.

It's not that they haven't encountered an enemy as powerful as Zhengzong, but they have never seen an enemy who can look leisurely and do his job with ease in such a situation.

Because this can only show that the opponent is far stronger than they expected!

However, the shock and shake only existed for a short moment. In the next second, all the Flügel were holding an energy sword gleaming with cold light, with battle-thirsty expressions on their faces, staring closely at the authentic.

At the same time, Azrael's eyes revealed a cold killing intent.

They are weapons, and since they are weapons, it is only a matter of course whether it is fighting or killing.

The same goes for death, the Flügel will never give up challenging powerful opponents because they are afraid of death!

"Everyone listens to the order, and with the dignity of our Flügel at stake, we must take back our 'sister' that only belongs to us!"

"Yes!"

Azrael gave the order, and the Flügel girl responded delicately.

It has to be said that Jibril, the final individual, has indeed been favored by the "sisters".

However, this pampering made her a little breathless.

"It seems that your obsession with Xiaoji is much deeper than I imagined."

Zhengzong asked in a slightly surprised tone: "It stands to reason that the Flügel shouldn't be a race that is obsessed with companions, right?"

Azrael snorted coldly, and said decisively: "Xiao Ji is our sister, meow, I will never give her up to you!"

"..."

Hearing Azrael's declaration, Jibril curled her lips in Masamune's arms, her expression was a bit like crying.

If it wasn't really inappropriate on the battlefield, she would have begged her seniors to let her go.

In fact, Azrael had deep doubts about why the master created the "incomplete body" of the "ultimate individual".

That's why she observed Jibril's every move all the time.

I'm afraid she didn't even realize it. During the observation process, because of Jibril's 'incompleteness', her thoughts gradually changed.

It is also because of this that the majestic leader of the Flügel, Azrael will follow Jibril like a stalker all day long.

It left him with an indelible shadow in his heart like hell...

The moment Azrael finished speaking, Masamune clearly felt that the aura of the Flügel suddenly became stronger.

There was a dim gleam on their bodies that one would never notice unless one looked carefully.

It is this dim light, like an infinitely extended silk thread, that connects the 'elven corridors' between them, thus balancing the strong and weak forces and obtaining another boosting effect.

Although the effect of this increase is only to strengthen the various values ​​​​for a single Flügel, but if it is the entire Flügel army, the effect is completely different.

At this moment, the Flügel army, which made other races fearful, has surpassed the past and become even stronger.

However, this kind of thing was impossible to happen, because the Flügel had blind confidence in their creator, it was impossible for them to learn things from other races like Jibril.

This also led to their strength being limited to the moment they were created.

That is to say, their individual strengths are always [-]%, even if they form a battle formation, the mutual growth will only be superimposed layer upon layer.

But now, the Flügel who are called "weapons" actually gave up the pleasure of fighting for Jibril, and with an unimaginable cohesion, they exploded beyond [-]% of their strength.

Chapter 542 Chapter 24 Am I calculating against myself? !

"So that's it, I understand a little bit..." At this moment, Zhengzong laughed lightly as if he had realized something.

This group of Flügel didn't realize at all that at this moment, their fighting spirit was completely different from before.

Whether it was their enthusiasm for the orders of the creator Artosh or the enjoyment of hunting and killing, it was just the instinct of the Flügel, just like some kind of setting.

Such a Flügel, although he has his own thoughts, is after all only a weapon in the hands of the God of War.

Perhaps Artosh also realized this, so he created Jibril, the "final individual".

Her incompleteness is exactly what the Flügel have always been missing, that is - possibility.

At this time, it is not the order of Artosh, the god of war, but the Flügel who share the belief of "taking back their sister", finally have this possibility, and they are no longer weapons.

Zhengzong looked at the group of Flügel in front of him whose aura was still getting stronger, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

With the possibility of continuing to become stronger, and they may explode at any time, it is really unimaginable what kind of height they will reach in the future.

Thinking about it, the reason why the god of war Artoxiu created the Flügel was really to get a weapon that could help him fight, the so-called star cup?

Are you kidding me, Artoxiu, the strongest god-species "God of War", the real thing he is looking for is no longer the "star cup" that controls the laws of this world.

In other words, the "Star Cup" is no longer as important to him as it was back then.

If the 'God of War' Artoxiu really wanted the "Star Cup", then this battle would not last so long.

If he used his full strength seriously, he could kill all the gods except himself in the shortest half a day, completely bringing the 'war' to a close.

Finally, ascend the throne of 'the only god'!

So, why did Artosh create a race like the Flügel?

It's unbelievable, but the authentic guess is that he wants to create his own opponent that is good enough to fight him!

Even if only one Flügel can't do it, then increase the number enough. In this way, they may not be unable to fight with themselves when combined.

However, when Artoxiu created enough Flügel, they could unleash his strongest magic skill "God Strike" together.

He discovered that these Flügel can at best only reach the level of copying and pasting their own blows.

Because he is too strong, and even if he didn't do anything, he is still getting stronger.

Then, the Flügel who copied and pasted his strongest attack at the beginning were left far behind by him now.

Moreover, because of their blind confidence in themselves, this group of creations has been standing still, and there is no possibility of further progress.

Such a Flügel has no possibility of fighting him. After realizing this, the god of war Artosh created the "final individual", that is, Jibril.

The intention is for the Flügel to break the self-definition in their hearts, so as to gain more possibilities, until it is enough to fight with themselves.

But unfortunately, this plan failed in the end, so Artosh, the God of War, seemed to have lost interest, sitting on the throne day after day.

Enemies that are good enough to make fighting feel fun again await.

But what he didn't expect was that not only did hope appear now, but this hope also completed the plan that had never been realized for him...

"Fuck!" Zhengzong couldn't help but swear, at first he thought it was filling a cup, but... the clown was actually me?

On the other side, the God of War, who sits high on the strongest throne, also opened his golden pupils with a feeling, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he was very pleasantly surprised by the changes in the Flügel.

His gaze seemed to penetrate everything in the world, looking directly at Zhengzong surrounded by hundreds of angels on the battlefield, showing an expression of anticipation.

"hiss--"

The moment his eyes fell on Zhengzong, he gasped, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis that he hadn't seen for a long time.

To peek at one's own existence, one must not be weaker than one's own!

Zhengzong knows without thinking that in this world, the only guy who can bring him a sense of crisis is the one that Jibril said, the old man who sits motionless on the throne every day-the god of war Artoxiu.

"I've been tricked?" Zhengzong thought of this possibility in an instant, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized.

If he hadn't been only focusing on dressing the cups and constantly provoking this group of Flügel, they might not have been able to condense their beliefs.

That is to say... I am plotting against myself? !

"Tsk—"

Zhengzong clicked his tongue a little depressed, and complained in the direction of the prying eyes.

"Old guy, you must be very satisfied with this result now, right? By the way, I don't have a hobby of being peeped!"

Of course, no one responded to the authentic words, but the retreating gaze still indicated the answer of its owner.

"Old guy? Peeping"

Azrael and the other Flügel were puzzled by Masamune's inexplicable words.

But soon, from the sporadic clues, they realized who Zhengzong was complaining about.

"You bastard, how dare you call Master Artosh 'old guy'!!!"

"Unforgivable, absolutely tearing him apart!"

"Ahhh!!! Kill him, definitely kill him!"

The Flügel army did not riot at all, and everyone stared at Zhengzong with murderous eyes, wishing to bite off a piece of flesh from him.

Azrael was naturally no exception, her eyes were scarlet, and the pair of plump breasts fluctuated due to anger.

After a long time, she exhaled deeply, suppressed the urge in her heart to rush forward and tear the god-species in front of her, and immediately gave instructions to the Flügel girls around her.

"Turn over all the 'spirits' in your body to me without a drop, and launch the 'False God Strike'!"

The moment the words fell, the rings above the girls' heads completely unfolded.

The geometric pattern-like ring expanded several times, unfolding like a magic circle, and the blue elf magic power burst out from the girls' wings like silk threads.

In an instant, violent and massive magic power was continuously squeezed out from the surrounding space and the corridor of the source of all things.

The Flügel fused all of itself together, and unleashed a blow that is 'peerless in the world, everything can be destroyed', which is the strongest blow of the god of war Artosh - "God Strike"!

Chapter 543 Chapter 25 belongs to the authentic stab of extinction

The position of hundreds of Flügel was like turning into a black hole, and the storm swept through, looting all the surrounding elves.

A light gun... No, it can no longer be called a light gun, it is simply a beam of light, exuding a daunting and terrifying aura.

The moment the beam of light gradually took shape, the space was distorted, and its color gradually became pitch black.

This is not related to the power of the dark side, but the brilliance is too strong, so that it forms a colorful black.

Similarly, not only was the oppression of the space, but even the ground below collapsed, and finally a long bottomless dark crack burst out.

The aftermath of the spreading power destroyed everything around, leaving only a piece of scorched and crumbling ruins.

One must know that this is just the agglomeration of "pseudo-divine strike", before the real attack has been launched, it has already caused such a terrifying scene.

"Ah~ It looks like I'm going to die with my master."