Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

After thinking for a few seconds, Vitan came up with a plan that he thought was reasonable.

First of all, he and Artosh did not have any explicit agreement.

There was more of a tacit understanding between the two of them, and Azrael’s behavior itself was an offense, so even if he did something, Artosh couldn’t say anything.

The choice he gave to Azrael now was already very considerate of Artosh.

"can."

Azriel immediately made a decision.

Of course she didn't want to die here if she could avoid it, and her figure disappeared directly from Vitan's sight.

In less than 0.01 seconds, the green-haired girl appeared from thousands of meters in the sky.

With both hands tightly gripping the light gun, the wings on his ribs flapped violently, and the scene was like a falling meteor.

A majestic aura rose slowly, and the light spear that could easily penetrate the earth directly shattered the space around the sky.

There is no need for fancy postures and martial arts, everything is as if returning to nature, fully displaying the power output techniques condensed through the baptism of countless battles.

By continuously compressing energy, the light gun becomes unstable and exhibits greater destructive power.

In a head-on confrontation, speed and strength are the best ways to demonstrate power.

Skills are just the icing on the cake, something that can be ignored.

But even this was Azriel's most powerful strike, carefully honed in endless wars.

In front of Vitan, they were nothing more than childish acrobatics and playful attacks.

The spear of light that she had used to penetrate the essence of the Old Deus only stopped within a centimeter of Vitan's forehead.

"how……"

Unable to utter a single word, Azrael opened her mouth in surprise.

The divine spirit in front of him did nothing. It just blocked his attack with a light blue wall, a thin wall that seemed to be breakable with a poke.

"Try your best to survive."

With a tone that sounded like an exclamation, Vitan sighed softly as he looked at the murderous Flügel girl in front of him.

There is no movement.

There was just a crisp sound, and then it was as if an invisible force hit her body mercilessly.

In an instant, the girl turned into an aurora in the air.

The excruciating pain that seemed to tear apart Azriel’s nerves all over her body made her body move backwards at a rapid speed.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and the elven power on his wings rapidly dissipated.

It finally fell to the ground, causing cracks in the land within a radius of one kilometer.

Azriel was knocked away by his powerful punch, and the distance was beyond the range of perception.

Maybe Azriel will be seriously injured, or maybe she will die directly, but this has nothing to do with Vitan.

He was just like he said, this was just the natural counteraction of the protective barrier.

If she couldn’t even get through this, then it could only be said that this was Azrael’s fate.

What's more, the effect of force is opposite. If she hadn't been determined to kill and used all her strength, she wouldn't have been injured so seriously.

"Question: Why don't you weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness in advance?"

The God of Doubt, Fanlou, descended directly from the sky.

Just from this short distance, she understood Vitan's purpose.

Although she had no interest in the Star Grail, she agreed to help Vitan in the fight for it.

But that was why she was curious about Vitan's reaction and actions.

Because in her impression, war should be a process of constantly consuming the opponent's existing survival power.

For someone like Azrael, who was obviously the most important general under Artosh, instead of executing him directly or persuading him to ascend the throne, he was let go. To her, it was full of doubts.

"It's just an unspoken understanding."

Chapter 4 k Looking for Mom

The war between the Giants, Elves, Spirits, and Demons continues.

The war lasted for two full years before it finally came to an end.

The final result is obvious.

The Elf and Elves won the victory with great difficulty, while the Demon and Giant were almost wiped out.

The four heavenly kings of the demon species were completely wiped out.

There are definitely still demons and giants existing on the entire planet now, but they are just remnants and are no longer a threat.

Normally, the combination of the Elf and the Elves would definitely not be able to defeat the opponent.

But it really couldn't stop Jibril and Black Rabbit, and sometimes the Vitan incarnation even secretly helped.

It was also at the moment when the war ended that the Elves and the Elfs withdrew from the long-lasting war and had a short rest.

Under the towering trees at the border of the elf capital, two elf sentinels in charge of defense were chatting idly.

"Singer, this is your share for today."

Rosen threw the wooden bottle containing the "Nectar of Life" in his hand over, and the other soldier took it with a smile.

"Well, thanks."

"Really, if you come any later, I will be so sleepy that I will fall asleep."

Singer bit open the cork with his mouth and poured the azure liquid in the bottle into his throat with a fascinated expression on his face.

Rosen shook his head upon seeing this, then clenched his five fingers and activated a simple spell. The vines on the ground immediately seemed to come to life and automatically woven into a rattan chair.

"It's hard to imagine that we, the elves, would have such a day."

Similarly, he opened the wooden bottle and gulped down a mouthful, then said with a little emotion.

He and the one beside him were soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield half a year ago and participated in the melee among the four tribes.

Back then, they really thought they would never come back once they stepped onto the battlefield.

After all, it was a new race and an elf species that directly targeted the superior races of giants and demons, and even the four demon kings who commanded the demons.

No elf would think that they have a chance of winning this battle.

But they all went forward without hesitation, after all, they had no room for resistance.

Even if their mission this time is just to take the blame for the elves and serve as cannon fodder, they will still go.

But no one expected this.

The spiritual species is so strong.

Even on the battlefield with them around, it is not easy to die. Even if you have broken arms and legs, as long as you have the treatment of the elves, you will be back to health soon.

Not only that, sometimes, there would be rabbit people from the Werebeast race descending from the sky and easily defeating the beings that the Elves had been unable to defeat for a long time.

"Praise Speaker Nilvalen, praise the God of Life."

Rosen simply raised his wooden bottle.

Why praise?

It was not only that Vitan and Shink Nirvalen led them to win the Four Clans War, which they had never thought they could win two years ago.

It was more because he was drinking the "nectar of life" in his hands at this moment, which had been supplied since a certain day two years ago.

Received through military merit.

Every time you drink a cup, you can improve your understanding of the technique to a certain extent, repair physical and mental injuries, and increase your strength a little bit.

All in all, it was really cool and enjoyable.

"Yes, praise President Nirvalen, praise the God of Life."

"The decision to lead us to join the God of Life two years ago was absolutely the right one."

The two sentries looked as if they were smoking a cigarette afterwards, with very satisfied expressions on their faces.

"But speaking of which, the war ended too early."

"Only in wartime, if you have made great contributions in battle, you can drink this stuff as water. Now, tsk, tsk, it's too difficult."

Turn the bottle over completely and pour out every last drop of the "nectar of life" inside.

Rosen said with regret on his face.

They used to hate war very much. After all, war brought them only pain and the compensation they did not want.

But now, they are looking forward to the coming of war again, because only in this way can they make military achievements again, get more rewards, and gain more powerful power.

"Don't worry, it should be quick."

"Don't you see? Although the war here is over, all the configurations are prepared for war. I'm afraid the war is just around the corner."

Rosen chuckled.

That look looks so cheap no matter how you look at it.

It was so mean that even Singer couldn't help but kick him.

"Stop laughing."

"Hurry up and straighten your posture. If someone comes to inspect you later, you'll be in trouble."

"Life Nectar" still has some hallucinogenic effects.

It will make the user fall into a state of self-delusion to a certain extent and see what he wants to see.

This is why Singer said this.

If you are found to be negligent in your work, the punishment will be severe.

After all, there was an incident during the war when the elves used a large amount of "Life Nectar" and delayed the fighter's operation.

"I know, I know."

"I just imagined the war going on again."

"If we go to war again, we should be facing the God of War Artosh and his clan, the Flügel."

"By then, I won't know how I will lose to the two gods."

Rosen shook his head, as if trying to throw away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Singer also raised his eyebrows, interested in this topic.

Singer also occasionally heard his superiors mention the Old God in the temple, the "God of Doubt" Hanlou.

The only ally that Rope can be sure of is the "God of Life", who possesses the terrifying power to create anything at will.

"makes sense."

"But the one who will be responsible for dealing with it at that time should be the 'God of Forging'!"

As long as we can win by then!

Singer slowly put down the wooden bottle in his hand and looked at the barren land in front of him.

The smoke from the spirit corpse surged in the clouds, as if it was going to "snow", making the horizon a little blurry, and even appearing countless snowflake-like dots.

and many more……

His thoughts stopped at this moment, and the wooden bottle fell directly to the ground. His pupils were immediately filled with rainbow colors.

It was none other than a technique that could penetrate the fog and enhance vision.

"Ex-Machina..."

Those were not just small dots of spirit remains, but rather pieces of mechanical humanoids, numbers beyond Singer's imagination.

They absorb spirits as power, can only fight passively, and are classified as a terrifying group of "untouchables".

Singer had served on the Grass Dome, so he had the opportunity to see what a team of Ex-Machina looked like.