He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 352 The Upper Limit of the Star Cup, the End of the God of War

"You know you're wrong?"

Su Nian smiled as she looked at Jibril, who was being pulled out of the mushroom soup by the mechanical giant claws, her wings being pinched.

"I know I was wrong, meow."

Jibril spat out a piece of ginger and said weakly.

Such idiots as the sea creatures are truly despicable. Once she regains her strength, she will stew these three guys in front of her into soup.

We must capture and deal with all the marine species!
Jibril hereby swears on the heads of all her treasured prey.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're still not convinced?"

Su Nian tilted her head and looked at Jibril with a somewhat wicked expression.

"Shubi, let's throw our little Ji in and boil him again. Even though he's soft now, his rebellious spirit is still strong."

Upon hearing this, the sea creatures in the pot all showed longing expressions, for they hadn't managed to snatch even a single feather.

"No, meow, I really know I was wrong, meow."

Jibril said obediently, and with her childlike but exceptionally cute face and tone of voice that she had learned from Azriel, she looked exceptionally adorable and well-behaved.

"Little Ji will be obedient, meow."

As she spoke, Jibril placed her hand next to her face and stuck out her tongue in a cute manner.

Upon hearing this, Su Nian's lips twitched slightly. Was she really going to resort to pretending to be a catgirl just to survive?

Hakiji, how did you know I fell for this?

"Even if I asked you to lead us to fight Altshu?"

"Huh?? Go and beat up the master?"

Jibril paused, her face filled with surprise and astonishment.

She's actually planning to challenge the strongest master?! That really excites her!
As for the master who created her as an alternate character and hoped that one day she would grow strong enough to defeat him.

Jibril certainly respects it, but this respect is not in attitude; rather, she treats it as her own goal, which manifests as Jibril's current rebelliousness.

The more rebellious she became, the more she wanted to become stronger, and the stronger her faith in the God of War became.

"Of course, after all, there haven't been any particularly surprising changes in Altshu lately..."

Su Nian pouted, somewhat annoyed.

"As a god born from the strongest concept, isn't this upper limit a bit too low?"

"It can't even reach the omnipotent realm, really..."

Su Nian shook his head helplessly. Had he really overestimated the Star Cup?

The spirit system of the Little Garden is, after all, a collection of the wisdom of countless masters who worked together to perfect it. It would be quite difficult for Altshu to reach the omnipotent realm based on just a few words leaked from Su Nian.

This is like showing a lithography machine to a supercomputer and then expecting it to reverse engineer the entire manufacturing process, only to find that the supercomputer's knowledge base only contains high school level knowledge.

The beauty of a sandbox garden lies in the fact that it has a central database that records countless gifts and abilities.

In the definition of a sand garden, the so-called three-digit omnipotent domain refers to the fact that the authority can theoretically achieve all the capabilities recorded by the sand garden's central hub in the corresponding domain.

That's why the omnipotent domain is called the omnipotent domain.

It can only be said that the Star Cup has great potential, but the current limit of what the Star Cup can achieve is only this much; the rest is just about using powerful bricks to fly.

Compared to the central hub of the Little Garden, no, even compared to the three-digit number of powerful figures within the Little Garden, the Star Cup is far inferior in terms of accumulation.

Therefore, the Star Cup is merely the creation of a star, just a potential treasure embryo with unlimited potential.

"Just a simulated star creation map caused the current Star Cup to crash; it's incomprehensible..."

Su Nian shrugged helplessly.

To put it more vividly, the current Star Cup is like a supercomputer with a built-in high school level knowledge base. Although the knowledge level is not high, the child has a good memory, good eyesight, and strong comprehension.

Su Nian used the method of throwing out some products to allow the Star Cup to be reverse-analyzed, thereby improving the Star Cup and all the divine species, especially the two most special individuals, Fanlou and Altshu.

Then Xingbei lived up to expectations and, through analysis and iteration, managed to elevate his academic qualifications to university level (four digits).

Then, Su Nian tried to present a more advanced product—a simulated star creation map—but then the Star Cup crashed, indicating that it couldn't understand it.

The knowledge systems are too different. To understand the mysteries of the simulated star chart, one would need at least a three-digit number of formally trained professionals, and their academic qualifications would at least reach a doctoral level.

As for Su Nian... his academic credentials were completely fabricated, even more so than those of a god; he used all other people's certificates.

He's only a four-month-old baby.

Then Altshu's academic qualifications could not be improved.

Unfortunately, Su Nian wasn't formally trained in the field and wasn't good at tutoring. If they really needed tutoring and updating the knowledge base, they'd have to ask Kurima to do it.

He now relies almost entirely on one sentence: "The child doesn't understand anything, but the child is very strong."

Hearing this, Jibril didn't understand what Su Nian was saying, but she still silently remembered Su Nian's words.

Then, she grinned and broke free from the giant mechanical hand, wrapping her arms around Su Nian's neck.

"Let's go, Su Nian, I know a path leading to the throne room..."

Upon hearing this, Su Nian's lips twitched slightly.

What? This is a completely new version for the Japanese side? Jibril is being a little too enthusiastic about it, isn't she?

However, this can also be seen as a kind of fanaticism of the Skywing race towards the God of War. No one understands Altesh's loneliness on the strongest throne better than them.

That's why no one is more eager than them to challenge the God of War; they welcome anyone who comes to their death.

………………

The Sky City on the Back of the Fantasy Species Abant Heim.

Jibril, whose body was still in her childlike form, was released by Su Nian and led the team in front of her.

"So you really did lead us in through the back path..."

Su Nian looked at Jibril in front of him with a strange expression, while behind him were Shubi and Fanlou, who had come to join in the fun.

"Bitch! Recorded, threat level five stars."

Shubi stared expressionlessly at Jibril, who was leading the way, her crimson eyes flashing.

Upon hearing this, Su Nian couldn't help but smile, and then rubbed Shubi's head.

"How's the gathering of the Mech Race going? We'll need you to deal with these Skywing Races next."

Hughie nodded slowly and said seriously.

"Currently, 80% of the mechs have converged on this machine. According to calculations, 80% of the mechs are enough to defeat all the Skywings."

"Just scrap metal? They really dare to say that!!"

Upon hearing this, Su Nian turned her head slightly and looked at the emerald-haired Skywing race blocking her way.

The first individual of the Skywing race—Azriel!
At this moment, however, the other party's expression seemed to be very proper and polite.

"Oh my, it seems you two are Xiao Ji's friends?"

Azriel, the winged being with emerald hair, looked at Su Nian with a smile, appearing very warm and hospitable.

If we exclude her previous statement and her constant stares at Su Nian's neck...

At this moment, Su Nian glanced at Azriel and smiled. "The first individual, huh? She seems exceptionally cute. I wonder if I should take her as a trophy after we defeat Altshu?"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Azriel bowed deeply, as if she were truly thanking Su Nian.

Seeing the other person's pretentious act, Su Nian simply smiled and then laughed.

"Take me to see Artesius."

Hearing Su Nian address her master by his name so disrespectfully, Azriel's expression changed. She wanted to get angry, but she was mindful that she was now the representative of the God of War, Altshu, and symbolized the face of the God of War, so she suppressed her anger.

"Please come with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Azriel led Su Nian, Shubi, and Fanlou into the city of the Skywing race.

As for Jibril, she secretly slipped away to prepare for healing herself, using a healing spell to replenish her elven power so as not to miss the subsequent battle.

The main road leading to the throne room winds its way through a series of marble-colored archways.

At this moment, a group of beautiful Skywing races with murderous eyes stood or sat atop the archway, observing Su Nian from above, as if they would attack at Azriel's command.

Seeing this, Su Nian asked in a low voice.

"The ladies of the Skywing race are so warm and hospitable, they're so eager to welcome me?"

"You agree, don't you, Miss Azriel?"

"No...is that right?"

Azriel responded with a forced smile, but she was just about to say, "I just like standing on high places."

Just then, Shubi's eyes flashed, and suddenly Shubi's eyes turned into a strange rainbow of colors.

Then, the Skywings took flight, scattering welcoming flower petals, as if welcoming Su Nian's arrival.

If one ignores the murderous intent in the eyes of those Skywing races.

"See, I told you so! The ladies of the Skywing race are indeed very warm and hospitable."

Azriel's face contorted into a sinister grin, filled with murderous intent. She stared at Su Nian, knowing full well that Su Nian was the one who had done it, yet she couldn't bring herself to attack him.

This sense of contradiction made Azriel, who rarely showed emotional fluctuations, feel anger for the first time.

But no.

Su Nian is Altshu's guest, so even if something needs to be dealt with, it should be decided by the God of War.

With difficulty, Azriel suppressed her murderous intent and said with a smile.

"That's absolutely right, we really welcome you."

At this moment, Hugh couldn't help but add insult to injury.

"How fake! He was clearly about to lose control of his murderous intent."

With a bang, Azriel fired an energy blast into the sky, which then exploded like fireworks.

"Oh dear, there's no need to be so enthusiastic, you've even set off fireworks."

Azriel stopped and slowly turned around, looking at Su Nian with empty eyes, muttering to herself.

"I'll kill you, I absolutely must kill you!"

After repeating it several times, Azriel smiled again.

"Guest, please come with me."

Seeing this, Su Nian smiled and stopped trying to tease the Skywing.

If I keep teasing her, she might really explode at me, right?

Nothing unexpected happened afterward; Su Nian was led by Azriel to a huge portal almost without any obstacles.

Above the portal is a mural depicting a figure with eighteen wings conquering all directions.

It features scenes of eighteen-winged deities slaying beast-like creatures, giant fantasy beings of unknown form, and figures standing silently with their heads bowed atop enormous dragon corpses.

This seems to be a record of the invincible history of the God of War, and judging from the method, it seems to be the work of the Skywing race.

Having brought Su Nian here, Azriel stopped and gestured for Su Nian to go first, bowing as she spoke.

"The master is inside, awaiting your arrival."

To become an enemy of the God of War, one must at least be able to come here and push open this door that symbolizes the history of the God of War's wars; only then will one be recognized by the God of War.

This is Azriel's idea.

However, this was still too troublesome for Su Nian. He chuckled and didn't say anything. Hugh took a step forward, and destructive energy poured out from her body.

boom! !

The massive door shattered with a crash, and then Su Nian leisurely followed behind Shubi, walking inside as if she were on vacation.

Seeing this, Azriel clenched her hands slightly, without saying anything more.

At this moment, Su Nian raised her head and looked at the huge figure sitting on the throne, resting his chin on his hand in deep thought.

The figure was over three meters tall, enormous, with a bare upper body, long hair and beard, and somewhat unkempt.

He has nine pairs of wings, totaling eighteen, with streaks of iridescent rainbow light condensed on them, and he exudes an unusual divine aura simply by sitting down.

Despite being a deity symbolizing war and slaughter, he appeared before Su Nian in such a sacred manner.

When Su Nian appeared, the contemplative giant raised his head, revealing an excited look in his eyes.

"You've finally arrived!!"

"An unknown powerful figure from another world can make me taste the bitterness of defeat."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Faced with Altshu's excited words, Su Nian nodded slightly, then shook her head.

"Unfortunately, you have disappointed me somewhat."

"I thought you were capable of reaching the realm of omnipotence."

Upon hearing the words "somewhat disappointing," Azri immediately glared angrily at Su Nian.

In contrast, Artesius, the God of War on the throne, was slightly taken aback, and then laughed heartily and boldly.

"Hahaha!!"

Did I disappoint you?

"Truly worthy of being the opponent I have been waiting for for so long."

"However, I'm curious, what is it about me that disappoints you? Is it that omnipotent field you mentioned?"

With a wave of his hand, Altshuu conjured a throne of equal rank to Su Nian's, while even Fanlou and Shubi were given seats of slightly lower rank.

Upon hearing this, Su Nian carefully examined Altshu and remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Okay, let me correct you. It seems you've reached the level I was talking about."

"It's just that the underlying goals are different."

(End of this chapter)