I, Little Grayshu, travel the worlds

It is nothing more than a continuation of politics.

It’s because of the need for profit.

To survive is a benefit. To strengthen the race is also a benefit.

For the throne of the only God, it’s also about interests!

But what if...

The enemy is too powerful.

It is so powerful that no one dares to be its enemy.

in reality.

How many people would dare to challenge?

At last.

All in all...there is only the God of War.

The God of War seemed to have sensed the change in the situation.

From once sitting high on the throne, waiting for challenges, he has now become a challenger who must give up everything in order to prepare.

He didn't dare, and couldn't, continue to wait.

The longer you wait.

The more hesitant he became.

He found that he was feeling the changes in the world.

Feeling more and more people appearing and more and more existences on the entire planet, I feel terrified.

Even trembling and fear from the soul.

If we continue to allow this feeling to spread.

I am afraid……

Haven't really started yet.

His heart had already given up.

This is not possible!

As a God of War, you can only die in battle and never retreat.

Just like a moth to a flame, living towards death!

He had to start the war early.

Sweeping the world.

Pointing directly to the mysterious supreme being!

Just consider it as a statement of purpose.

That’s his concept!

"If I lose... that should be my best outcome. I have no regrets..."

The God of War, Artosh, summoned the hundreds of remaining Flügel and spoke frankly about his feelings, as if in his final words. At the same time, he was also making arrangements for his afterlife, figuring out what his children should do after the war was over.

Because he knows...

To die in battle is the best and happiest thing for me.

But children are different.

Even though the entire Skywing species was created by him for the purpose of the war between gods.

It may even be due to the influence of one's own concepts!

As a result, the entire Tianyi race has become martial and advocating collecting the heads of enemies as their own glory. They are extremely fierce.

But that!

So what?!

In the eyes of the God of War.

These kids are still just kids.

It's his child.

Even though he usually doesn't talk much and is so dignified, he rarely gets close to the Flügel girls.

But in essence, he is like a strict father.

Silent love and silent care.

The God of War is not worried about other races.

But at this point, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After all, as the real "villain" camp, they are one of the initiators of the war of gods that continues to this day.

The Flügel carried countless sins on their shoulders.

How will the other party deal with them?

Can they adapt to the new era?

Even if it's just a statement.

He also hoped that the Flügel girls could humble themselves as much as possible.

otherwise!

The God of War knows it very well.

Once you die in battle!

These children will never live alone.

That wasn't what she wanted to see.

Once you die in battle!

The war between gods has ended.

There is no point in continuing anymore.

Whether the other party coveted the throne of the One God or the so-called Star Grail was their business. Even Artosh had a feeling that the existence that even he found terrifying wouldn't necessarily care about a small conceptual device.

But no matter what!

Surrendering is better than fighting to the death, right?

Ridiculous...

As a god of war, he was born for battle.

In the end, the thought of retreating still emerged.

Although! He hoped that it was not himself who would retreat, but the children...

but!

So what?!

Once this thought comes up.

It spread uncontrollably.

It's like a haze, piling up in my heart.

From the moment this thought came to mind, he had already lost!

Everything he was thinking about now, everything he was looking forward to, was nothing more than… seeking liberation in the truest sense.

In the past, there was a war between gods, and all the gods rose up.

He felt happy!

But later...

lonely.

Perhaps the meaning of his existence has long been lost.

only!

one way or another!

Even if it is the final burn everything.

"Just let me enjoy myself to my heart's content and let loose for once!"

"Unknown creatures...Unknown, Supreme Throne!"

"..."

The God of War, Artosh, disdains sneak attacks, assaults, and anything else that is improper and that he dislikes.

Even if it was a war, he would do it openly and with great fanfare, as if he had set up a battle formation, majestic and domineering.

then.

Almost the entire Disbode heard the declaration of the God of War.

The Herrs who came down from the Ark had different expressions, but they were neither nervous nor afraid.

However, those people who originally lived in the world of "No Game No Life ZERO", whether they were in the mainland of Disbode, on the moon, or even in other nearby areas, seemed to suddenly recall the fear of being dominated by the God of War. They couldn't help but feel a little surprised and confused, and their hearts were in a panic.

But the God of War’s target has never been them!

Because the God of War Artosh could not hold back, he launched the final battle ahead of time.

Humans are not qualified to participate.

Some other races can, but it is also possible that they may not be willing to join.

in the end.

In the original story, the ethnic groups that should have participated in the final battle were actually even fewer than imagined.

The Dwarves and the Elves have a feud with the God of War, so naturally they will not give up.

Furthermore, their limited knowledge had never led them to realize that even gods differed from one another. Even if they knew this, they couldn't convince themselves to completely let go of the past.

Give it a go.

It is also to give myself an explanation.

They believed that the marrow explosion, which used the inactivated divine marrow as a catalyst, could cause a huge explosion that could harm the divine species.

They believed that with the Zero Protection of the Void and the combination of countless multiple techniques, not to mention the Phantasma, even the Gods could be able to fight off one or two.

The dragon spirits will naturally not give up.

The fantasy species, ranked second, is even more so, it does not know fear.

The Ex-Machina did not obtain the Heart.

And naturally, there is no motivation to join the war.

Moon-singing species, Sea-reign species, or perhaps, Werebeast species...

Etc., etc.

These lower races.

There is no qualification to participate at all.

So much so!

The real final battle.

After counting them all, really! That’s all!

not to mention.

That's what war is like.

The real war is about to begin.