Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 236 Artosh: Daughter, I'll help you check

The king's palace.

【ザワザワzawazawa（咷Wow,咋Wow）】

Strange onomatopoeia spread throughout the venue, and Artosh’s sense of oppression made all the Flügel hold their breath, trying to feel that nobility and the respect deep in their souls.

But unlike the trembling Flügel, Artosh behaved
joy.

No one knew the source of the War God Artosh's joy. All they knew was that a few months ago, around the time when the 'False Flügel' appeared, Lord Artosh suddenly became like this one day.

That day, his divine power penetrated the sky and the earth, and the mere leakage of magic power caused by excitement caused Abandheim to tilt and almost fall, causing all the Flügel to subconsciously deploy defensive spells to block the aftermath, that majesty.

After that, for several months, the God of War Artosh also maintained that obvious cheerfulness.

Originally, he could be considered a serious god, who often gazed into the distance with anticipation - it sounded strange, but it was indeed like a lonely woman who had promised to marry her lover, but because of the turbulent times, she watched her lover go off to the war on the wedding day and became depressed for years. Finally, she waited until the war was over and was looking forward to her lover returning home to meet her.

Damn Flügel, what's up with such a good imagination?

In short, the God of War Artosh, the huge humanoid said this with a rare joyful attitude in a thousand years while stroking his black beard as strong as steel.

"State the results of the battle."

The report on the results of the battle was no different from the casual chat the Flügel had when they first came back.

However, the Flügel people repeated those contents with a more humble and serious attitude.

It destroyed an elf city, and destroyed their newly developed technique and its extension facilities, causing huge damage, and also killed all the Dwarfs, Demons and Werebeasts along the way.

Then he killed the runaway fantasy species along the way.

The last part of the speech shocked the Flügel who were listening.

[Fantasy Species]: Race sequence: 2
As the second-ranked race, the Phantasma's adaptability to magic is second only to the Old Deus.

Independent of the ecological environment of this planet called Distbo, it can appear as life or as a natural phenomenon.

Their abilities are varied, but the powerful Fantasy Species is as powerful as the God Species. When they go berserk, they cannot be stopped by a national-level disaster.

However, he was defeated.

"It was Jibril who led thirty Flügel to do it."

Under the throne, Azriel changed her erratic personality and spoke calmly.

"Jibril has made great contributions to this battle, including her ability to respond to emergencies, command operations, and fully utilize the power given by her master."

"Um--"

Artosh also sighed.

The huge God species carefully examined the blood that stained Jibril's beautiful limbs, as well as every wound that was not small.

but.

Compared to those achievements, he seemed to care more about other things.

"Well done, Jibril. This is surely not something that can be accomplished with the power I gave you alone. It is a testament to your continuous competition, struggle, and tempering of your soul on the battlefield. I am very happy to see your growth."

He praised at first, but then the Lord God spoke.

"——But I noticed that you were never relaxed. Something happened."

Jibril paused for a moment before slowly replying, "I am truly honored to receive your praise. My Lord, I am very sorry for my feelings and for exposing myself in such an embarrassing state in front of you."

"It's okay, just tell me."

The Flügel couldn't help but keep their heads down in humility while secretly glancing at Jibril.

Because of curiosity.

Under normal circumstances, their youngest sister would maintain her usual casual style in front of the Lord God and say some outrageous words.

But at this moment, she had a gloomy face, and was unable to show any joy in the face of Artosh's praise.

That reason——

“It’s because of that [Hypocritical Flügel].”

As expected! It’s my sweetheart!!!
The Flügel’s eyes suddenly became sharp, and they stared at Azrael, who was still pretending to be serious, earning a smug response from the latter.

On the throne, Artosh raised his eyebrows.

“Hypocritical Flügel. Oh, I have heard of that. Jibril, is this what you are concerned about? ——Why?”

Holding up his face, the God of War asked with interest.

"Is it because the other party might threaten the Flügel?"

"no."

"Is it because the other party insulted the Flügel?"

"no."

Then the answer is obvious.

An even purer joy appeared on the great face of the God of War.

"It's because you want to fight the other party - but you can't find the other party."

"Yes."

It was to admit that, although Azrael’s answer was exaggerated, it was not wrong in essence.

Jibril, at this moment——she was extremely hungry and thirsty!
The reason?
Why are you so obsessed with that Flügel?

"That Flügel, he has fighting skills that surpass the Werebeasts."

"Possessing magical skills that surpass those of the elves."

"It has a vitality that surpasses that of the demon species."

"He has a mind that surpasses that of the Dwarfs."

"They have a 'vitality' that surpasses that of the Seirenes."

Jibril summarized the performance of the legend. Everything else was fine, but when she finished, the Flügel people really swallowed their saliva and began to admire the enemy they had never met before.

"He deliberately defeated the enemy's strongest. I don't think it was just to humiliate the enemy - it should be to hone himself."

Jibril spoke calmly, which was rare.

“Fighting is communication.”

This sentence made Artosh’s face even more satisfied, and made the surrounding Flügel even more confused.

This is the [Extra Individual], this is what makes Jibril different.

As an 'abnormal' among the Flügel, Jibril's thinking circuit is different from other Flügel.

Although Jibril also enjoys killing, she will actively seek out stronger enemies. In addition to satisfying her desires, she will also have thoughts such as "relying on self-thinking, trying to kill enemies stronger than herself, and strengthening herself."

This is something that you definitely won't see in other Flügel species.

The purpose of the Flügel is to create war and slaughter.

Killing is killing.

Fighting is fighting.

As the wings of Artosh, they are the 'supreme' and 'strongest' and do not need any changes.

Didn't Artosh-sama also agree with this?

The Flügel had always thought so, and the God of War had remained silent, watching his wings spread war and blood to the world.

but.
After Jibril was born, the God of War's mood obviously turned to warmth.

And when Jibril said, "Fighting is communication," the God of War smiled warmly.

The Flügels were stiff, but Jibril continued to speak calmly.
"As the battle continues, at the other end of the fight, as a warrior, I will squeeze everything out of the loser."

"Although I am not interested in the petty wealth of mad dogs and beasts, it seems that at least that impostor has a strong desire to become stronger."

“And that makes me”

I don’t know how to summarize it.

Jibril suddenly felt that she was at a loss for words.

Yes.

Why do I care so much about that enemy?

Even if I can see that this person is constantly learning and getting stronger, so what?

Why——

"You are confused yourself, extra individual. Then I will do something——what a Lord God should do."

Suddenly, Artosh changed his tone and asked Jibril to come back to her senses.

The God of War, on the other hand, held up his face and spoke calmly.

“Your subconscious mind is afraid of a ‘possibility’.” “You are afraid that - that imposter will continue to grow stronger, and one day he will really reach the level of the Flügel, surpass the strongest Flügel, surpass the Titans, the Dragons, the Phantasms, and then -”

Without any personal feelings, the God of War said.

"Kill me, the God of War."

"impossible!!!"

It was not Jibril, but the other Flügel who violated the unspoken rule of being reserved in front of Artosh and loudly voiced their opposition.

Artosh is the strongest.

Artosh is invincible.

Artosh can't lose.

For the Flügel, this is a natural law that is taken for granted, just like the planet will continue to rotate and those who are killed will die.

What the God of War said is nothing but falsehood
"."

Even Jibril begged for forgiveness from her master with her grey eyes - she did not believe that what her 'master' said was true.

How could I possibly think that my master would lose?
But
Compared to the excited Flügel, Jibril couldn't help but observe and watch.

Observe Artosh’s face.

he is
laugh.

happy.

Hey?
Why do you want to show that kind of face?
The eyes that should have looked down upon everything in the world were unusually warm and peaceful like spring water. The body was relaxed, and even a heavenly strike that could burn the sea and pierce through the continent could not leave any scars on the perfect body. The perfect muscles actually had a soft and gentle curve.

She pursed her lips, half-closed her eyes, and had soft brows.

That face can only be described as "happy".

Just like an elder enjoying the happiness of family.

But that emotion was not directed towards any Flügel.

But
Look into the distance.

The infinitely distant shore.

The moment she noticed this, Jibril felt as if another long string in her already restless heart had broken.

"Master Artosh."

"Hmm? Jibril, what's up?"

“Please allow me to temporarily leave the Flügel subjugation team – and pursue that [Impostor] with all my strength.”

Hearing this, the God of War chuckled softly.

"There are no clear rules among the Flügel. Just do what you want to do, just like you killed the Dragon Spirit."

".Because my Lord, with all due respect, you seem to be looking forward to him."

“Try to kill me”——wasn’t that clearly written on Artosh-sama’s face?

His own Lord God was expecting to be killed by others.

Unlike her foolish compatriots, Jibril knew this all along.

Because of this, Jibril held the pride and complacency of "I am the only one who can understand the Lord God" for a long time.

But when a competitor appears
It's like a madman who exercises twenty-five hours a day and takes drugs to barely make his strength reach one-tenth of his father's expectations, but suddenly finds out that he has a very talented younger brother.

The fear of having her love taken away made Jibril confused.

So--

Jibril raised her head and looked directly at the Lord.

"I killed him, it really doesn't matter."

“KILL HHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Unbridled laughter exploded in the temple, and all the Flügel looked at this scene in amazement, not knowing what to do.

"Hahahahaha!!"

The laughter was rhythmic, and the Lord God leaned back as he laughed.

"killed?"

“Kill that hypocritical Flügel!?”

"Huhahahahaha!!"

They had never seen Artosh so happy and relaxed before.

And the main god just kept laughing and laughing, holding his abdominal muscles with both hands, and laughing wildly.

"That's really good. It's an interesting piece of advice that I want to record on my own godhood. Jibril, you are really a filial child."

There was still a trace of kind joy on the corners of his mouth, and the God of War's laughter that shook the world caused damage to his perfect body - his abdominal muscles were in great pain.

therefore----

"of course."

Artosh removed his hands from his abdominal muscles and covered the upper half of his face with his hands while trembling.

"Just do it, my wings."

Let go.

Artosh is looking forward to it!
His attitude is really intriguing!
The family that one most looks forward to.

And the person you look forward to most.

Hmm.

Artosh turned his gaze towards the earth.

The eyes of God had already captured the ant's desperate struggle and its ridiculous plan.

The back of the 'couple'.

And the back of that young boy.

The power of the God of War transcends space and even dimensions, and peeks into the so-called "deep place" - the spatial phase called "Paradise", the area where the "Ninth" race lives.

The races created by the God of Love usually hide in a different dimension that is difficult to find except for the gods, and no one can find them.

Now, there is an "alien" in [Paradise].

The lean back and deep, thick lines give off a wild and unrestrained attitude as if he could carry the world on his shoulders without any concern.

The black-haired boy stretched out his arms towards the fairy land.

And there were countless fairies, flocking to him, madly eating the air around him, touching their fingertips with his, kneeling beside the boy, as if sucking honey, praying devoutly, and feeling the breath on his body.

Like a religious image.

Seeing that scene, Victory Artosh couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Have you conquered the fairy town as well? Be it the Seirenes or the Fairies - they are beyond my imagination time and time again."

"What a horrible fake."

Good taste.

It tastes good! (Big thumbs up)

Well, but God will not stop it.

respect.

Then--

Waiting for him to challenge the 'strongest'!
Just, don't keep me waiting.
My strong enemy.

As for Jibril, my dear daughter.

Since the other person is your 'sweetheart', then when the time comes————