Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 245: Battle between Heaven and Earth

As an abnormal situation, the Flügel Jibril slightly disrupted the rhythm of the coalition forces.

But to be honest—

Rick and Hubie did have a plan for this.

After all, they were a race that was 'most likely to be unexpected', so they were somewhat prepared. However, they did not expect that it would be a special individual like Jibril who had defeated the giants and dragons alone.

However, with the news of Ritsuka's triumphant return, the odds will only go up.

【Three Keys】

The second key to victory in this war has been revealed.

And the last one——

It depends on Ritsuka himself.

Hmm.

It's almost time to end this millennium--

And it was a meaningless war.
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"Any news about the [Special Individual]?"

Sitting on the highest throne was a man with muscles as strong as rocks.

He is the strongest god, the god of war, and the creator of the Flügel - the Old Deus Artosh.

The absolute presence was like a mountain that made all life crawl. The black beard as strong as steel hung down, and the face with deep contours was looked down by the sharp and moist golden eyes. Just like that, Azrael felt her brain paralyzed.

It is nothing but [form].

As gods, they have already separated from living things, life, and are even close to the [concept]. Artosh, who was born as the strongest on the planet, only showed a small part of himself so that the Flügel people would have someone to worship.

That body was but a drop in the ocean of the God of War Artosh, a tiny manifestation of his great power.

"Reporting to the master, Jibril has completely lost track of her after entering the space movement technique, and has not returned yet."

Azrael reported respectfully, as if praying, but her expression was definitely not good.

The preference of all the Flügel for Jibril was genuine, because when she was born, Artosh showed his expectation for the first time, and when she matured, the "rude challenge" she launched to Artosh also made the Lord God smile rarely.

The Flügel didn't have the concept of death, and their rituals would restart after death, but the mere fact that 'Jibril was conquered' made Azriel feel extremely angry.

However, Artosh’s reaction was the opposite.

As if he knew the result in advance, he smiled meaningfully.

Azrael was puzzled, but she didn’t dare to speculate what Artosh was thinking.

After all, Altshushu is a man among men, a male among males, a ruler among men, a master among men, the terminator of men! The master! The male god king! The devil king! The overwhelming man! The immortal pinnacle in the history of Disboard! The peak!
God of War Artosh!

The moment he confirmed that Jibril had lost contact, what he showed was not loss or disappointment.

But it is a fierce and passionate smile that transcends all moments.

"Here we go~ hero."

——War means fighting each other.

Competition, fighting, killing and being killed, both sides gamble life and death, honing their souls and existence.

The continuous intersection of such cycles gave birth to the concept of the God of War and is also the essence of the God of War.

Therefore, the God of War will go to the battlefield personally and arouse murderous intent.

Be hateful, be angry, rebel, risk your fragile life, use up all your wisdom, and challenge foolishly.

To crush all of that——with overwhelming force, that is——the reason for being the "strongest".

The one who pacifies the world with force, demonstrates strength and law, and defines the strongest person is the master.

...However, one-sided slaughter——cannot be called "war".

Therefore – Artosh had been drowning in a state of ennui for so long.

But at this moment.

There is a [good man].

An extraordinary savior, an ignorant and nosy person, a mere mortal who has only saved a few worlds, is about to challenge himself and satisfy himself!

Yes.

Speaking of timing
Spreading his shining pure white wings, with joy overflowing in his heart, the [Strongest] said—

"It's now."

A smile appeared, and at the same time, the heaven and earth shook.

Whoosh~~~~——————!!!

It was like fireworks rising from the ground to the sky, wildly leaving a burn mark, and the movement completely confused the spirits of heaven and earth. The terrifying turbulence made the technique of hiding the body completely ineffective, exposing the [interior].

The flash of light that burned the sky and the earth made Azrael scream.

"who is it!?"

The Flügel gathered in the Jade Throne Hall were in a state of confusion and panic.

Some people used the magic of gathering knowledge, while others used space transfer to fly into the air outside.

However, what she saw was something beyond her expectations.

【Allied Forces】

The giants and dragon spirits are the vanguards.

The battleships of the Demon, Dwarf, and Elf species formed the two wings surrounding the battlefield.

Use the remaining races to replenish resources and act as surprise troops to attack from all directions.

In an instant, the world went dark.

Dark, dark, dark—there was life everywhere, and creatures full of murderous and warlike intent.

Surrounded the floating island where the Flügel were!

It took only half a second to realize what was happening.

It took another half a second to sigh that 'someone actually united all the armies'.

However, when Azrael perceived the burning in the eyes of these dust motes, and realized that they were not really harboring ulterior motives, but were really planning to unite and defeat the Flügel—

It took a full five seconds.

How can it be?

Even if these ugly monkeys really unite, it should only be a superficial connection.

Everyone wants to fight for the throne of the only God, so even at such a critical moment, betrayal is commonplace and a matter of course.

But what do they look like? Why do they dare to entrust their backs to other races?

A certain kind of [compulsion] forces them to trust each other.

He really did a lot of things secretly - monkey!
Azrael, who had grasped the situation, had a ferocious smile on her face and quickly issued instructions one after another.

"Raphael, lead the Nine Wings to attack all the Dwarf ships that may launch a 『Marrow Explosion』. Sarakiel, take all the Ten to Eighteen Wings and destroy the Elves as quickly as possible!"

Give orders quickly.

Just one glance was enough for Azriel to see the coalition's loopholes.

The existence of the Dragon Spirits and Giants is certainly terrifying, but their small numbers have always been their flaw. They don't seem to be planning to go all out in this battle, so as long as they can hold back the Dragon Spirits and Giants, the remaining guys won't be a problem.

A lot of people might die.

Hundreds or even thousands of Flügel might die at once.

But Azrael never considered the option of losing.

If it is an encounter, it may be worthwhile to identify the risks.

If we take the initiative, we may have to consider the pros and cons.

But at this moment - this group of rabble made a decision that was extremely stupid in Azriel's eyes.

That is to take the initiative to find the [homeland] of the Flügel.

In the territory of the Phantasma Avant Heim, on the land where the war god Artosh resided, a rebellion against the Wings broke out.

Then there is only one outcome left for them.

【die】

Azriel thought so.

The war had already begun. The rising flames engulfed all the races in the air. The high-temperature burning currents tore apart the wings of the Skywing race and melted the warships of the Dwarf race.

It was not until the moment when all the cards were played that there was no need to use either [Marrow Explosion] or [Eternal Zero Protection].

It is used to restrain the power between different races, but it does not need to be used in the final decisive battle.

Once the so-called deterrence is activated, the world will collapse and everyone will perish. In the end, it will only lead to a blank ending or the original ending.

So from the beginning.

[That person] had no intention of using any ultimate lethal weapon.

I don't intend to give it the opportunity to appear! !
The Flügels fought against the Elves and Dwarves who were implementing a delaying strategy. Casualties were inevitable, but they were kept to an outrageous low level!
The illusion of the vampire.

Fairy space development.

The temptation of the Seirenes.

Continuously dragging the Flügel into the hell of a protracted war.

The races that love killing and massacre feel disgusted and annoyed that they cannot exert their full strength, but they cannot get too excited and wipe out all their Elf Corridors in one go.

Just as Azrael was thinking about the other party’s intentions—

A change occurred.

【Huhaha】

【Hahahahahahahahaha!!!】

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!】

A wild smile.

A wild smile.

The laughter that shocked Avant Heim came from the mouth of the God of War Artosh.

Azriel looked at her master in surprise as he covered his face and laughed wildly, a laugh that had not been heard in a thousand years. She stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react.

"You really gave me a big surprise! You actually chose to unite with those iron blocks and fight me in this way—"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!

The master’s chest rose and fell at an unprecedented frequency. Azrael, who was sitting in the back, could see it. She saw—

The moment he saw his Lord God personally stand up from the throne.

An unprecedented [War] was right before their eyes, so it was natural for Artosh-sama to be excited.

But
His sight——

But it only focuses in one direction.

Azrael looked in the direction of Artosh, and what she saw was a dense crowd of Ex-Machinas arranged in a matrix.

The Ex-Machinas, a race that once killed one of the three supreme pillars of the Dragonoids, and is forbidden to fight against them in the entire continent.

Now, it's all here.

Artosh’s target – is it them?
No, that’s not it.

But he is the one at the front of the matrix, carrying everything.

[——Permission granted. Please state your name, 『Enemy』.]

He shouted and asked, and with just one sentence, the space shook and the observation equipment changed. Artosh asked.

And at the front end of the matrix, the 'enemy' spoke.

"first meet."

"Chaldea, Master——"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka."

The boy, who had been silent for several days, had recovered from all the injuries on his body.

His limbs were long and slender, and on his stunning face, the eye that was pierced by Jibril was wrapped in a bandage, and he looked confident.

He took over the long 'circuit line' that was a characteristic of the Ex-Machina next to him, and then -

He stabbed it hard into his temple, letting the blood stain half of his face, and he smiled calmly and expectantly.

"Please advise me, the strongest."

? ! ? !
Suddenly, a wire was inserted into the brain!? What was going on?

Could it be! Could it be the Avatar Pictographic Fist! ?
Please see the next episode.

The Strongest Loan Master in History

(End of this chapter)