Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

The girl, who looked no different from a little child, spoke in a calm tone.

When she said this, her aura suddenly shook.

A complex and huge aperture suddenly extended across the sky.

The spirits forcibly extracted from the atmosphere and planets are gradually compressed, concentrated and condensed.

Glowing spirits——In Avril's hands, a gray "spear" that shook constantly appeared.

——『The Sigh of Life』——

Without any warning, Avril instantly converted all the structures in her body into connecting nerves of the Elf Corridor.

Draw power directly from the Elven Corridor and then launch an attack.

A feat extremely similar to Sky Strike.

“That’s a really rude way to greet you, Flügel!”

Avril threw the gray spear in her hand with a gloomy expression.

"boom!"

In the sky, another pure white energy spear also emerged from the clouds.

And as if it had been aimed long ago, it collided with the gray spear flying into the sky.

This is the power of a whirlpool.

The energy generated by the explosion took the shape of a sphere, constantly swallowing and spreading around.

"Your master attacked our Creator first."

"This is just a small gift from us."

The violent energy in the sky was still raging everywhere, and the dark and dense cracks showed that the space in the sky was not peaceful at the moment.

But that's the case.

The dark clouds covering the entire sky were directly torn apart.

Angels with pure white wings, delicate faces and wearing strange stockings of different styles slowly descended under the light of morning light.

Complex rotating circles of light and a single horn extending from emerald hair.

The girl with a cold face shouted.

"Before the battle, my lord must of course confirm whether the opponent is qualified and whether it is worthy of my lord's personal use of force."

"How ridiculous! My Lord is the strongest in the world, the God among Gods, the King among Kings."

"You gods actually dared to test my power. You simply don't know your own limitations."

Azriel snorted.

As someone who had personally experienced the power of Vitan, she certainly knew that the power of Vitan was definitely not something that ordinary Gods could compare to.

But if that is the case, it is absolutely impossible to be compared with one's own master.

Because the power of their Lord is so great, everyone thinks that what Artosh is showing now is his power.

In fact, she was very clear that her master's power was not even one tenth of what he showed.

"Ah……"

Avril sneered at Azriel's self-praise.

She really couldn't imagine how Artosh could be compared to Vitan.

In her opinion, Artosh is now like a frog in a well, and has no idea how high the world outside is.

And her master will tell Artosh this fact.

The two racial leaders, who had great respect for their masters, just choked each other with a snort, until both sides felt that it was meaningless to continue, and then they stopped.

It was also at this time that Azriel asked the question that she was more concerned about.

"Where's Xiaoji? Where is she now? I can't help but teach her a lesson."

Cecilia came forward and spread her hands.

"Of course we can't let Miss Jibril come here. After all, fighting between sisters is too cruel. So at our strong request, Miss Jibril is now staying in the capital of the elves."

"Yeah!"

At this moment, Azriel suddenly stretched out the wings between her ribs, and the nervous system on the wings connected to the Elf Corridor, continuously absorbing the elven power contained in the Elf Corridor into her body.

"In that case, I would like to thank you for thinking so much about Xiaoji."

Avril was not willing to be outdone.

In the same way, she opened up the Elf Corridor. A complex spell unfolded above her head, and a large amount of elven power condensed together in an extremely high-level mode.

"Really? I really want to know how you plan to thank me."

"You know, I was the one who suggested this."

"Let me think about it!"

Reaching out and grasping the unstable spear of light, Azrael's lips curled up into a bloodthirsty smile.

"How about letting me put your head first on my collection list?"

"I think this is the most respectful way I can show you."

"I was wrong to have expectations of lunatics like you who only know how to kill."

Avril shook her head helplessly, but soon, a meaningless smile appeared on her face again.

"Then my way of repaying you is to lock you in a cage."

"Use handcuffs, candles, whips and torture instruments to make you obedient and suitable for serving others."

This is something that only a few people know. Although Avril looks like a loli, she is actually a complete sadist.

"Really? Then come over and give it a try."

……

"Hahahahaha!"

A man with bright golden eyes and a huge body, as strong as a rock.

Every part of his body exudes strength, as if the word "strong" is his representative.

He stood in front of the throne and shouted passionately with a brave and powerful voice that shook everyone around.

"Welcome to my territory, my throne."

"My compatriot, my greatest opponent, and my friend, the God of Life."

Artosh slowly walked towards Vitan.

It's like a very old machine that has been relubricated and is adapting to its body.

"After such a long wait, I thought I would always have regrets."

"But when I set my eyes on you, I knew that I would finally be free from loneliness."

"Every time you show more strength, I get more excited, because it is like an endless energy source, constantly igniting my already dormant and dry blood."

"I have waited for too long. Being the strongest means nothing to me."

"Now I will find the answer I have been looking for in you."

Vitan looked at Artosh quietly, and spoke after a while.

"It's really sad and a pity."

"If you are not on the same side as me, you are also someone I must eliminate."

"Then for someone like you, I can really take you to see a wider world."

"Oh, I guessed right. You are indeed different from us in some ways."

Artosh immediately heard Vitan's mumbling and made his own inference.

"But just like you said, I will never surrender to anyone."

Artosh was undoubtedly proud.

It is simply impossible for Vitan to subdue Artosh like he subdued Houlou.

It is not in Artosh's character to submit to others.

Helping others without reason is also not Vitan's style.

So there is no possibility of the two people mixing together.

"Yeah, that's why I didn't ask any more questions about such meaningless things."

Vitan shrugged and took a similar step, walking towards Artosh.

"But, God from outer space."

As if expressing his feelings, Artosh pursed his lips and laughed heartily again.

He didn't ask whether it was true or not or why, he just laughed heartily.

"This is worthy of the dignity of an Old Deus who fought against me and tried to take away my throne as the strongest."

It's quite rare.

The two gods should have been on edge when meeting, but the conversation between them was unusually harmonious.

Vitan really likes this kind of character of Artosh.

After all, this kind of cheerful and domineering temperament is always much better than those guys who are obviously extremely powerful but are still thinking about how to stab others in the back every day.

Artosh also truly regarded Vitan as his friend.

After all, his thinking is very simple. To put it simply, anyone who is comparable to him is his friend, and anyone who is weaker than him is just a bug that can be crushed to death with ease.

"This is the first meeting and also the last meeting."

Artosh said so.

"The battle for the Star Cup allowed us to meet each other. Although I don't know what is so attractive about omniscience and omnipotence, the process of fighting for the Star Cup is interesting enough for me. "

"After all, if it weren't for him, you and I wouldn't be standing here, right?"

"By the way, I've been saying this all along. Do you have anything you want to say? Once I start fighting, we won't have a chance to talk."

Artosh stopped, standing ten meters away from Vitan.

"Flügel."

"Ok?"

Artosh frowned, looking a little confused.

"Why do you mention those created feathers at this time?"

"Because I like it very much, after you lose, you can hand over the Flügel race piece to me."

Weitan said with a hint of indifference.

"I know the Flügel's faith in you. If you lose, it's not surprising that they would choose to commit suicide. That's not good. Before the battle, Artosh, I want you to give orders to your feathers. Even if you lose, you must do so in order to preserve your own life."

This is not an exaggeration. In the original story, the Ex-Machinas used all their strength to strip away the essence of the weakened Artosh, and thousands of Flügel chose to self-destruct because they were at a loss.

They are the vanguard of killing and the weapons of the god of war.

Without the God of War, it would be better to die than to rust away.

If Azrael hadn’t been unable to bear seeing her sisters die and hadn’t set up a false goal, the Flügel, who brought fear and shadow, would have been exterminated for such a ridiculous reason.

"Likewise, I command the same thing to my race."

Chapter 4 K allows you to witness failure

"Haha...hahaha..."

Artosh laughed out loud again.

He shook his head with a slightly sad tone.