Why can't humans do it too?

The logic circuit that should always be rational and calm is now anxiously malfunctioning, wanting to survive, wanting to hold on longer. Such thoughts bounce endlessly in Shubi's mind. She even had the idea of ​​running away and escaping this war, but in the end she clenched her fists and stayed here, trying her best to lock onto the figure of the Skywing after passing through layers of armor.

"That's fine," Hugh had this thought for a moment—to keep in this stalemate, to cover the enemy with maximum firepower, even if she couldn't hit the Skywing, it would be enough to force her to be unable to fight back with all her might.

However, in the next second, as if sensing her cowardly thoughts, amidst the rain of light, the winged creature with emerald hair curled up a contemptuous smile, merely slightly turning its wings to brush past a blazing beam of light, and raising its slender hand in the process.

Six massive, pitch-black walls appeared in the blink of an eye from a blank space, forming a complete and closed hexahedron that sealed the steel fortress that Shubi had transformed into. This was Azriel's most prized move, a technique that allowed her to fully demonstrate her powerful control over the spirits.

Like a sea of ​​spirits, they poured into the pitch-black hexahedron. The powerful celestial strike, even stronger than a normal celestial attack, was unleashed in the confined space, shattering the black walls in an instant. The steel fortress revealed within was utterly devastated and broken.

The steel armor that had previously managed to conceal her was completely destroyed. The body located at the core of the fortress had been transformed into a massive machine. Only the upper body, arms, and head could barely be identified as Shubi. She was thus exposed to Azriel without any protection.

Their eyes met. Although they didn't need to breathe, Shubi felt as if she were suffocating from the fear of death.

"...I dug it out, meow~," Azriel said calmly, a low, wicked chuckle escaping her lips. "...Scrap metal~"

This is merely a microcosm of a vast war. As the gaze shifts from this corner, the field of vision expands. The entire world is reflected in those golden pupils, looking down upon the world from a high vantage point. At the very top of this city formed from fantasy, the God of War, Artes, stands on the edge of His palace, carefully experiencing his feelings at this moment.

Is it anticipation? Or...desire? What kind of outcome would best satisfy Him?

"...I might lose the battle."

These words would have shocked and disbelieved ordinary Skywing beings, even driving them to suicide. Yet the God of War spoke them so calmly, as if He was not targeting Himself, nor the concept of war, nor the invincible being He was referring to.

All the Skywings had come out in full force, and the only one left in the entire city was a Skywing with only a single wing left, who stayed by Altshu's side.

“You’re joking,” Raphael, a Skywing, replied without hesitation.

After leading the Skywing race to a hard-won victory in a war, she lost one wing due to severe injuries, and her strength declined significantly. This is why she stayed here even after her sisters had already launched their attack.

I am very strong.

"Without a doubt."

No race can defeat me now.

"As it should be."

That's why I feel lonely.

"...Just like what Little Jeep said?" After a slight pause, Raphael immediately recalled what Jibril had said in this palace not long ago, words that had subsequently spread throughout the entire Skywing race.

【Exactly. 】

The God of War gave an affirmative answer. He continued to gaze ahead, not aimlessly, but clearly seeing something, without shifting his gaze.

Is this what the strongest desires...?

This time, however, she did not respond. The blue-haired winged creature simply lowered her head respectfully, knowing that her master did not need anyone else's opinion at this moment.

Altesh's gaze stretched infinitely, passing through the fierce battles between the forest elves and goblins, the dragon elves and giants, the fantasy creatures and the winged creatures, until it reached the farthest reaches of the world, where there was no smoke of gunpowder, at the edge of the purest elf in the depths of the Elf Corridor, where he saw a disheveled figure who couldn't even act on his own.

The extra individual that He longed for most, Jibril, also stood beside Him—His creation, an extension of His will… Was she weeping?

An irrepressible curiosity, even a hint of anticipation and excitement, arose within him, but what excited the God of War even more was that creature whose flesh and blood had all dried up.

What will the future hold?

What will He do?

The delusions and challenges of the weak.

In the blink of an eye, except for Jibril who was furthest away, all the Skywing races on the battlefield suddenly raised their heads as if sensing something. Including Azriel, no matter how fiercely they fought just a moment ago, the next second these war madmen simultaneously broke away from the battlefield at top speed, flying in an orderly fashion from the scattered battlefield toward the Skywing race's city, traversing space.

With her last bit of strength focused on the ring on her fingertip, Shubi gripped the hand with the ring tightly, even closing her eyes as she awaited the execution of the Skywing—but it never came.

She opened her eyes again in a daze, only to find nothing in front of her. She then turned her gaze to her back, where she knew that the man she, Riku, and all of humanity longed for was there, living out the fantasy that had become the delusion of all mankind.

Unable to see, but compared to this unknown, the next second, Hughie suddenly turned her head and looked at the high sky directly north of this battlefield.

Beneath that city made of white cubes, hundreds of tiny figures stood silently.

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The sense of deadly danger that even machines can sense comes from there, and it only intensifies.

The atmosphere that existed on the surface of the entire planet transformed into a tornado-like vortex here. Not only this battlefield, but everything trembled because of that power. Whether it was forest elves or goblins, dragon elves or fantasy creatures, at this moment they all temporarily put aside their own battles and watched the source of the danger.

As if the end of the world had arrived, relentless and endless lightning intertwined in the sky, proclaiming the threat of that power—a power capable of shattering the earth, destroying the heavens, and even knocking down and shattering the planet upon which all races depend for survival.

With their wings spread in perfect unison, the Skywings opened their arms as if to embrace the whole world, releasing their power. The halo above their heads had already reached its limit, and their power was gathering, gathering towards their master, their god.

What will happen after this attack lands?

Even the God of War, Artesius, couldn't help but feel this curiosity; He was even more eager for the unknown than anyone else.

Unable to know His will, the forest elves, goblins, dragon elves, and others who were slow to realize what was happening were desperately launching their most powerful attacks at this place. However, in Altshu's eyes, these were nothing more than boring itch.

His gaze remained fixed on the wretched figure who was so weak that he could only be dragged along by the forest elves, and whose flesh and blood had been scraped away by the rocks on the ground.

Their eyes met. He could see him, and He could let him see Him. It was a gaze that transcended space. Both were perfectly aware of each other's existence, yet for the first time, they had truly 'seen' each other's opponent. However, in the next second, the fragile creature fainted.

Slightly taken aback by the result, the God of War then chuckled in a low voice. He could see the forest elf struggling to move, and see them falling into the huge void burning with blazing blue flames.

By combining the power of all the Skywing species except for the extra individuals, and adding all of his own power as the God of War, the power that shakes the entire planet's pulse is the ultimate and powerful strike that the God of War Altshu is so proud of.

Holding the strongest blow in the world in his raised hand, time slowed down in his consciousness. The two falling figures in his eyes had not yet completely disappeared into the sea of ​​elves.

What kind of future will emerge after this blow lands?

Whether he wins or loses, Althu believes he would be happy with that future.

If the one true God, capable of ending this long war that has lasted for countless years, has truly been born today, then such an attack by Him is His celebration of the birth of the one true God.

The smile on his lips hadn't faded, and Althu even burst into laughter, bending over as he forcefully unleashed his power!

Destroy everything, suppress everything, crush the attacks launched by those boring guys who are fighting for their own survival in the towering pillar of light, and make the whole planet weep!

Divine Strike!!!

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—Blind voice.

Everything in the world seemed to have frozen in place. This was not due to a one-sided acceleration of time caused by excessively fast thinking speed and reflexes, but rather a truly still world—yet we could still breathe.

The attack, originating from the God of War Artesius, showed all races, including the Fantasy races, what true power was for the first time.

It is irresistible, irresistible, and impossible to struggle against.

Neither the explosion of the marrow nor the infinite protection of antiquity could survive such an attack. Even the final dragon roar could only flicker like a fragile bubble for less than a breath. The power that thought it could fight against it was nothing but a joke, a joke that made all races feel despair.

This all-out divine strike had shattered the entire planet. The broken continents and the surging seawater splashed like burst grapes, while lava and mantle erupting from the planet's depths flew wildly in the air—yet they too were frozen in place.

The same question existed in the hearts of all races, but before their questions were answered, the world came alive once more, as if it had come to life, and heavy breathing filled the ears of every race.

Time is flowing backwards.

The surging seawater and lava retreated back into the depths of the planet along their original trajectory within a few breaths, and the blasted plates and broken rocks also fell back into their proper places, without any gaps between them.

The world has come to life; it breathes, and with each breath it brings new change.

The first breath that pierced the heavens and earth, the dazzling light that suddenly shone made all the races on the battlefield instinctively shield their eyes. A bright sun, radiating light and warmth, appeared at the highest point in the sky, spreading light and warmth, even illuminating the shallow seawater, making it sparkle like a crystal blue gem.

With the second breath that pierced the heavens and earth, the crimson sky that had persisted for countless generations seemed to have been wiped by a hand, fading into a beautiful blue. White clouds drifted slowly across the sky, passing by the races flying in mid-air.

Along with it, the rocky land that should have been forever desolate has also changed. Vibrant flowers, tender green grass, and trees have broken through the surface of the rocks and grown lushly in the soil. Even the endless cold wind has turned into a gentle breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers, neither hurried nor irritating.

I've never smelled such a fragrance before, and I've never seen so many vibrant and beautiful colors. The river flows down from the cracked mountain, drawing a long, winding snake across the land, and shimmering fish leap in the clear water.

The third breath that pierced the heavens and earth brought forth the four seasons never before seen by any race: the vibrant spring, the scorching summer, the refreshing and bountiful autumn, and the snow-covered winter. After a cycle of change, the seasons returned to the very beginning of spring.

People who were groaning in pain after their injuries suddenly found that the pain had disappeared without them noticing, their missing limbs had reappeared, and all the diseases in their bodies had been swept away, as if they had inexhaustible strength.

They stared at each other in surprise, wanting to continue the war but finding themselves unable to even raise their hands once the thought arose. In the next moment, a falling leaf brought a message. Petals swayed in the wind, forming ribbons that stretched from the earth to the highest point of the sky. These were Xin Ke's favorite flowers, which transformed into a bridge like a red curtain.

The petals flew across the goblin's palm, brushed against the dragon's scales, and swept past the giant's eyes... It was a tornado of flower rain, yet it did not offend any race. Amidst the fragrance that echoed between heaven and earth, everyone raised their heads to watch, their gazes following the crimson river.

The war is over.

Although there was no verbal notification, this realization clearly appeared in the hearts of every intelligent race—the war that had lasted for countless years, a war whose meaning and victory had been forgotten, had finally come to an end on this day.

And the entity that ended this war is right there.

At the end of that bridge, at the end surrounded by fluttering petals, at the very center of the world, stood a figure with platinum blonde hair, draped in a white robe, and radiating a faint white light, smiling as he looked ahead.

There stood a figure with long, light golden hair, forcefully covering her lips, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes, yet beneath her tightly pressed hand lay an uncontrollable smile of joy.

The missing flesh and blood had reappeared on his body, and all the suffering he had endured had been truly rewarded. Without saying much, Suer simply raised his hand gently, wanting to stop Xin Ke who was walking quickly towards him. However, Xin Ke forcefully pushed his outstretched hand away. The next second, the light golden-haired forest elf hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her shoulders and soaking her white robe.

Slowly patting Xinke's back, as the slightly trembling body in his arms gradually calmed down, Suer struggled to free one hand from Xinke's arms and raised it up. Between his index finger and thumb, he held a small ring—a ring sculpted from his soul and Xinke's soul, with words of love engraved on the intertwined spirals and adorned with the most beautiful gemstones in the world. There was another ring like this, which was already on Suer's finger.

"I promised you," Su'er said softly, gazing into Xin Ke's eyes and wiping away some of the tears beneath them.

Without saying another word, Xin Ke simply gripped the ring Su Er held up with one hand, and wrapped her other arm around Su Er's neck to kiss him, even more forcefully than before, as if she wanted to merge their souls and never be separated again.

Intertwined, forever.

Releasing all his love, the moisture between his lips and teeth, he kissed his lover with all his might, letting the world melt between them. Suer raised his other hand as well, and as his palm moved away, the whole world seemed to recede into the distance, like a vast wide-angle lens that gradually extended, making even his and Xinke's figures appear tiny.

The palace created by petals and breezes floats high in the sky above the center of the world, filled with the fantasies and hopes of mankind. It has endured through the changing seasons and remains eternal. Suer's gaze has passed through this world and is fixed on the other side that mortals cannot see.

"At least for this moment, please leave this space to us—okay?"

Chapter 287 Vivre à en crever (Two-in-One)