Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Artosh must have understood that the Dwarfs' first move was definitely a signal to start a war.

He will definitely lead the Flügel to take action.

……

In fact, it is true.

Avant, the base of the Flügel.

The Flügel, who usually appeared relaxed and happy, either going hunting here or there, or showing off their head collections to each other, now all had serious expressions on their faces.

The two most special ones.

The initial individual suffered a heavy blow.

The extra individual was directly poached.

The surprise in their eyes made every one of these killing angels feel not so good.

Raphael, the acting manager, had been in a good mood recently after Azriel woke up.

However, the Dwarf who was being monitored suddenly made a big move, which made her realize instantly that things had changed and something was wrong.

Unable to make a decision directly, she went directly to the throne hall in the center of the city.

She also took the halo above her head back into her body.

He retracted the wings on his ribs to the smallest possible position, maintaining an expression of absolute respect and reverence.

At the same time, the moment she stepped into the hall, she felt a solemn oppressive force acting directly on her.

The source of this pressure is naturally the man who is high above, sitting on the throne.

The bronze skin was casually exposed, and above it were strong muscles like the roots of an old tree.

He is the most powerful god not only in the eyes of the Skywing race, but also in the hearts of 99.99 percent of the people in this world.

The creator of the Flügel - the God of War Artosh.

With mixed feelings, Raphael slowly knelt on the ground.

Before she could report on the Dwarfs, the man sitting on the throne spoke.

"Call all the Flügel."

"Is it about to start?"

Although Raphael nodded, he still maintained his kneeling position on the ground and spoke softly.

"Of course, the signal has been sounded. The final and final battle is finally about to begin."

The God of War Artosh made a deep sound.

At the same time, he stood up with a body that was twice the size of a Skywing. His black beard hung down like cast steel, and the eighteen wings on his back were wrapped around his back like a cloak.

The resolute face, as sharp as a knife, casts a sharp light like gold.

It was clearly just such a simple action, and it clearly didn't betray any aura.

But Raphael felt that his thighs, which were already kneeling on the ground, were trembling slightly, and even his brain was shaking constantly.

"Hahahahaha!!"

"It's so exciting, it makes me so happy."

"What on earth is this irrepressible excitement?"

Artosh was so excited that he even laughed out loud. He slowly stood up from the throne he had been sitting on for nine thousand years.

Ever since the battle with the Dragon King, he has never left the throne, which is not worth leaving.

"boom--!"

The dark clouds in the distant sky immediately presented a magnificent sight of being reflected in red, and the imaginary Avant trembled under this terrifying momentum.

"host--!"

Raphael's pupils suddenly shrank and he couldn't help but cry out.

Lightning tore through space, flames burned the atmosphere, and a scorching arrow condensed from flames with a long tail of flaming feathers pierced through space and came directly in front of Artosh.

Artosh stretched out his hand to face the sharp arrow that seemed to be able to evaporate everything in the world.

The flames formed entirely from raging flames burned his arm, and the arrow head and the Arrow God completely penetrated into Artosh's entire arm.

The blood didn't even have time to flow out before it was evaporated by the scorching flames.

Soon, the power of the flaming arrow began to weaken without the support of follow-up forces. It was like the evaporated flesh and blood of Artosh, gradually dissipating between heaven and earth.

Then, the bright red granulations quickly repaired Artosh’s damaged flesh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Then, Artosh laughed out loud, and anyone could hear the joy hidden in his smile.

“It’s really great, it’s really great!!”

"That's it. This is the kind of opponent I want."

Chapter 4 k is my contractor

“Interesting, really interesting!!”

Artosh’s face was filled with an indescribable joy.

The wings on his body slowly opened, and the nine pairs of wings stretched out completely to both sides. His upper body was naked, revealing his extremely strong, muscular but not bloated body.

His entire body was also radiating light, not the pure white light like that of the Skywing, but a gorgeous, extremely luxurious golden light.

At the same time, sensing Artosh’s call, all the Flügel gathered from anywhere in the floating city.

The leader was none other than the eldest sister of the Flügel race, whose body had fully recovered.

——Azriel!

The atmosphere has been very tense recently, and everyone knows that a war is imminent.

However, no one could have guessed why Artosh had summoned all of them at this moment.

But it doesn’t matter!

Artosh was their creator, and any speculation about what he was thinking or what he wanted to do was disrespectful.

"My lord!"

Azriel put aside her usual nonchalant demeanor, and knelt on one knee with a serious expression.

Even Raphael returned to where he was supposed to be, behind Azriel.

"It's about to begin."

Artosh lowered his calm eyes slightly, slowly raised his right hand, and a bright light condensed in his palm.

Then, he stopped smiling and looked down at the world below with cold and arrogant eyes.

"Foolish, ignorant bastards, you are trying to use your ant-like strength to shake my bastards. Welcome the arrival of the final moment."

"So, hate it, be angry, and resist it."

"Bet your fragile, humble, and ridiculous lives, and use up all your wisdom and strength to foolishly challenge me."

No need for unnecessary skills or useless strategies.

All it takes is the purest violence to overwhelm and suppress everything.

This is the reason why Artosh can be called the strongest.

Use force to pacify the world, stand above the rest of the world, and ravage and suppress everything.

This is what he, the God of War Artosh, should do.

Could it be that he didn't know what those bastards of the Dwarf race were thinking? They just wanted to get the Flügel race to fight against the Elves together, right?

But who is he Artosh?

Only sheep live in groups; the strong ones always live alone.

Cooperation?

Artosh didn't need such a thing.

Golden flashes of light fell from his hands to the earth. In less than a few seconds, the surging ball of light collided violently with the earth in the distance. Mountains, land, and rocks were blown away like foam, burning the sky and the earth with flashes of light.

As far as the eye can see, the land within thousands of kilometers has been completely evaporated.

Then, Artosh shouted fiercely.

So he shouted, "All Flügel, prepare, attack."

Those who were still confused immediately followed Artosh’s instructions.

He fully spread out the wings between his ribs and poured all his strength into them, in a state of complete combat readiness.

“To take hatred as joy, and killing as the essence, this is the strongest embodiment of our Lord and us, the Flügel. For the King’s strongest throne, we will dedicate our wings and show it to the world.”

Azriel raised her hands.

"Do whatever you want, and ravage thoroughly."

The deafening shouts and inspiring words caused all the Flügel to unleash their surging power.

Looking at his followers who were filled with surging momentum, Artosh nodded with satisfaction, and then made a declaration in a voice that could be heard by the whole world.

"You should govern yourself, but you are just playing tricks on yourself, like dust and weeds in the mud."

No matter what race they were, he never took them seriously.

"Gathering together, we live together, but we know that the sky is high and unattainable."

In the face of all things in the universe, there is a force that can destroy everything in heaven and earth, and everything will return dust to dust and earth to earth.

The surrounding space is crying, and the order of the planet is condensed in the palm of the God of War.

"When will you come over? I'm getting a little impatient waiting."

The power has been demonstrated and the law is being made clear.

What is condensed in the hands of the God of War at this moment is the world principle of this planet, which is the embodiment of his divine power.

The light shines above the sky.

All the Skywing species scattered in all directions, like sharp arrows released from a bow, shooting towards the ground below.

Even the Apostle of the God of War, Avant Heim, shrunk his body to a size that had not changed in thousands of years, and slowly descended to the ground.

"interesting."

"You have already invited me so warmly. If I come up so slowly, it seems that I am being a little rude."

“——Artosh!”

As the voice sounded, the space in front of Artosh began to gradually distort, and a figure that looked extremely noble slowly walked out of the vortex of this space.

……

“Buzz buzz buzz—!”

The dazzling light shines above the sky.

After the Grass Dome Ship reached the designated location, it began to rapidly ascend into the sky. The "Void Zeroth Technique" was fully prepared and ready to go at any time.

However, when the ray of sunlight that dispelled the dark clouds in the sky fell, everyone could feel the extraordinary power of that force.

This is a destructive force that even gods would tremble at and feel fear at.

The strength detection device that the Elves had fully upgraded and was able to monitor the detection device of the Old Gods to a certain extent failed again at this moment.

"As expected, he is the strongest god of war. His power cannot be described in words."

Shink Nilvalen was a little distracted at this moment.

But then she turned around and looked at the empty throne behind her.

The corners of her mouth were drawn in a beautiful curve that was breathtaking.

"But we don't have to be afraid of anything."