I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Her breath was so weak that it seemed that it would break in the next second. Holding Jibril tightly in her arms, Azrael stumbled and flew towards the repairing spell mechanism.

Could it be that other races started a war? !

No, no, such a wound...

It was completely cut off at the root smoothly, and the rest of the body was intact, with no dust even on the body.

It's like...

Azriel couldn't believe her guess, but it was most likely true.

It's like - I didn't resist at all, or in other words, I couldn't resist.

His limbs and wings were cut off.

The [enemy] had the power to completely crush Jibril, cutting her into serious injuries as if toying with her, but leaving her alive.

This is simply not caring about the entire Flügel, kicking open the door rudely as if invisible, throwing your dying companion in front of you, and then saying:

"It's really boring. You claim to be the strongest Flügel. Is that all you can do?"

——Who did it?

With such doubts in mind, Azriel rushed into the repair technique and put Jibril in.

...

In the Hall of the Amyrlin, Azriel folded her wings, put away her halo, and slowly knelt down.

"How is the extraneous individual?"

Sitting on the supreme throne is a man with muscles as strong as a rock.

He is the most powerful god, the god of war, and the creator of the Flügel, the god Artosh.

The huge body is probably several times the size of a Flügel, with a black beard as strong as steel hanging down, and the eighteen wings on its back are wrapped around the body like a cloak.

The deeply contoured face was looked down upon by that sharp golden gaze. Just like that, Azrael felt that her brain was also paralyzed.

However, Azriel knew that even that majestic appearance that made people feel fear and trance was only a small part of her creator, a drop in the ocean, and a small manifestation of powerful power.

"She fought against the Ex-Machines who were acting alone... When she was about to kill the Ex-Machina, she killed one from the middle..." Azriel's lips moved several times, and she didn't even want to say Jeep. Lil told him the truth.

But facing my lord's gaze, Azriel didn't dare to hide anything, even if this information sounded completely ridiculous.

"A...human fell from the sky. Jibril used all attack techniques on him, including [Sky Strike], but he was unscathed."

These are Jibril's exact words.

"The limbs were cut off in an instant, and even Jibril herself could not recognize it. Half of her wings were damaged, but the enemy did not take her life, but let her go."

"[The enemy's] exact words were: Let no one die again."

...

Azriel was even a little dazed, but she immediately returned to her thoughts, lowered her head and said, "Due to the extremely serious injuries and the wear and tear caused by the use of Sky Strike, I am undergoing repair techniques, my master."

Azriel reported respectfully like a prayer, but to be honest, the content was completely unclear.

It's just iron filings crawling on the ground and insignificant dust. When gathered together, it will turn into a somewhat unsightly pile of iron filings.

Azrael herself was the one who listed it as a taboo to attack Ex-Machina, but that was not because she felt threatened, it was simply because the power given by her master was being imitated in a poor way, and she couldn't stand it.

As long as all the Flügels are present, the iron filings can be eliminated without giving them any corresponding time.

But——[Human]? !

What is that?

Azriel didn't even know about such primitive and lowly things. The kind of bugs that could only live at the bottom of the underground, and even maggots (demon species) couldn't defeat them, were actually able to take over Jibril's [ Sky Strike] and seriously injured his backhand? !

"——That's it, haha, that's it——"

As if she guessed that she had learned something, her master smiled with a different meaning. Whether it was Jibril's experience or the master's will, Azriel couldn't understand it.

The owner won't say much, so it's impossible to guess what the owner's thoughts are.

——No, she was ashamed of her arrogance.

Speaking of my humble self, it is really a crime of great disrespect to try to speculate on the mind of God, the master of the abyss.

The master is the strongest, the master is the apex, the strongest god, the God of War Artho - the king of kings.

It is the highest!

The master is the embodiment of the concept of war. No one is the master's opponent. Because he is the strongest, he is the strongest.

However, it had been a long time since Azrael had seen her master smile—that ferocious and passionate smile.

For thousands or tens of thousands of years, the master just sat on the throne melancholy and lazily, resting his cheek with his hands in boredom.

Now, even others can see that he is in a happy mood.

"It's almost here - it seems that someone who can defeat me finally appears."

Hearing those words, Azrael gasped.

"How is it possible?" She responded with a frown, "No one on this earth can compete with my lord."

Regarding her master's melancholy, Azriel only knew the reason - the master was the God of War.

The war is

They are fighting each other.

Competing, fighting, killing and being killed, both sides bet on life and death to hone their souls and existence.

The continuous intersection of such cycles is what gives birth to the concept of the master, and it is also the essence of the master.

Therefore, the master will personally go to war and arouse the murderous intention.

Hate, be angry, be rebellious, risk your fragile life, use all your wisdom, and challenge stupidly.

To ravage all of them with overwhelming force is the reason for being "the strongest".

Use force to pacify the world, demonstrate strength and law, and define the strongest person, that is the master.

....However, unilateral massacre cannot be called a [war].

Therefore, the master will be depressed and tired for a long time.

——The strongest without challengers, what’s the point?

Chapter 75: Pseudo Sky Strike

"Is it time to wake up? It's been almost three days since you slept?"

In the haze, Rick vaguely heard the sound of someone speaking around him.

"Rick needs to rest... his vital signs... are stable, Kelon doesn't need to worry..."

"Are you really ready? That guy Cheng Rang has already set off!"

"...Yes, the final battle should begin soon..."

Is it Hubie... Hubie's voice?

Rick's consciousness began to return to his body, and he frowned while lying on the bed.

"Hubby..."

The name of the person he wanted to call came from his dry throat.

Rick felt his hand being gently held immediately, and was surrounded by a sense of security.

"Ah, wake up!"

"Rick....welcome back."

Slowly opening his eyes, two very familiar figures came into view.

Rick clasped Hubie's hand with his backhand, intertwining their fingers, tightly, tightly...

"You idiot, didn't you agree?"

I agreed to hold my hand and don't let it go.

After a period of repair, although her general mobility was restored, Hubi's injuries still limited her performance.

The sophisticated machinery flashed with flowing blue fluorescence, and lost most of its simulated skin shell. Hubie appeared in front of Rick in a half-human, half-machine appearance.

"....I'm sorry, Rick...."

The blame he wanted to say was stuck in his throat. Rick stared at Hubie's appearance at this moment. He moved his lips several times but couldn't bear to say the blame. In the end, he could only sigh.

With Hubi's help, Rick sat up from the bed. Rick stroked the still somewhat damaged mechanical parts on Hubi's body and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

"...It hurts?" Hubie tilted his head and replied, "It doesn't hurt."

"Haha, that's right..."

My lover is a machine species and has no pain-sensing mechanism.

Can't even understand what pain is.

But when Rick touched Hubi's body, which had gone through a fierce battle, was ruthlessly shattered, and then barely recovered, he felt the pain as if he was feeling it.

But even though almost half of his body was shattered, only his left hand, which was connected to the exposed machinery, was intact.

What is worn on it is a small gemstone ring, which is proof of the love between the two.

.......

But now was not the time for warmth. After Rick simply ate something to replenish his strength, he immediately came to the strategic map.

Keeping the promise, Rick did not ask Hubie any questions about how she and Cheng escaped alive from the Flügel.

He just focused all his energy on the last move he was about to make——

"You just said that Cheng has already set off?"

"Yes." Ke Long nodded vigorously.

"when?"

"Two days ago..."

Two days ago? !

Hearing this answer, Rick was stunned for a moment, then picked up the tool and measured it on the map.

"Did he say what he was going to do?"

Use a pen to draw auxiliary lines unceremoniously on the map.

Hubi and Kelon looked at each other, and Hubi finally answered: "The original words are: end the war and ensure that Rick gets the Star Cup."

At Cheng Rang's previous speed, Rick drew a circle on the map to plan the possible range of action. Then his eyes widened.

"Is there enough time?"

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[The effect of the camouflage mixture is being applied - the remaining time of the advanced concealment effect: 3:24:19...]

"Conceptual Dress-Construction."

It was located close behind Abant Heim, a fantasy species floating in the sky.

Only the "Flügel" with a unique appearance came close.

Pure black waist-length hair was slightly curled at the ends, with blood-red highlights, and amber eyes shining with golden light calmly stared at the huge creature in front of him.

Unlike other Flügels, there was no halo above the head of "her", only jet black wings fluttering, and her arms raised forward.

[Special Equipment - Nyarlathotep Gift, the gift gift of Nyarlathotep, the Thousand-faced God, can copy the style and effect of any item and equipment, and can change the form of the concept level, but after the concept change The equipment strength will be proportionally weakened. 】

[Conceptual decoration construction completed, currently

Weakened ratio: 50%]

"Only half?"

As if talking to himself, the Flügel raised his lips, "But that's enough."