The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Since words possess unknown power, it would be best to prevent her from having the chance to speak.

The moment the idea was formed, the girl's hands flickered with elven power, transforming into sword blades, while her body became light.

Clang clang──

boom!

What sounded like a single, but was actually the result of two clashes with almost no time difference, erupted from Orpheus, accompanied by the deafening sound of air being torn apart at high speed.

From top to bottom, then circle around to the enemy's front and then from front to back.

The two attacks were completed in an instant.

However, it was blocked by a palm that was also wrapped in energy.

Azriel was not surprised—such emotions need to be suppressed for a weapon, and besides, it would be more surprising if the other party, who created a part of herself, did not possess such strength.

The moment Azriel appeared behind Orpheus after the two attacks ended, her pure white wings were somehow tinged with deep purple elven light.

Then, the feathers of light transformed into sharp blades, which in turn formed a storm that annihilated everything.

Without hesitation, the attack swept towards Orpheus, who was in front of the Skywing.

But even faster, the girl who was the target of the attack had already swung her arm.

By absorbing Ea's power to cut through space through 'self-reference', the Dragon God's energy transformed into a whirlwind capable of tearing everything apart, crushing all the feathers into dust.

The attack failed, and the Skywing species once again vanished as a shooting star.

Clang clang clang───

In the blink of an eye, the two clashed three more times.

—Unfathomable, that's how Azriel described her other creator.

There's no doubt that the other party wasn't taking it seriously at all.

So far, the attacks have been... well, they've been barely worth the effort of swatting flies.

The girl of the Skywing race could sense the energy contained within that person's body.

It was an aura so powerful that just a slight sense of it could take one's breath away, a force capable of overturning the world.

That's just the tip of the iceberg.

But all of this was expected. The knowledge given by the master already contained some information about the other party. The strangest thing was that no matter how he launched the attack, the other party seemed to know in advance and reacted one step ahead.

Is it high-speed computing, or predicting the future?

As a creator, even if not as powerful as the master, its wisdom, strength, and abilities were indeed at a level that Azriel could hardly fathom.

But we cannot give up or back down because of this.

They must demonstrate their power to their masters, and ensure that their creators are not ashamed of their existence or of having created them.

Most importantly, the master's orders must be obeyed.

The first Skywing species spun rapidly in the sky, performing acrobatic and difficult flying maneuvers, while a terrifying number of elves gathered around the girl.

Then, a deep purple meteorite fell from the sky.

The second Sky Strike!

In their very first battle, the newly created Skywing race encountered an existence far surpassing their own strength. They should have been proud of their power, which terrified all races, but their thinking about battle began to change.

First, try to guess what your opponent is thinking.

If the other party were her master, such behavior would be an unforgivable act of disrespect, even for Azriel herself. However, the other party's status was not that high, and they were still the target ordered by her master to deal with.

Therefore, it is imperative.

If Azriel wasn't wrong...

The Sky Strike, falling at high speed without any fancy moves, was a strike powerful enough to obliterate an entire city, aimed directly at Orpheus and celebrating the purest form of power.

In response to this attack, Orpheus stretched out a hand.

boom!!!

The two impacts collided, and the resulting shockwaves in the air stretched for hundreds of miles.

Naturally, the neutralized Sky Strike could not hit the target.

But amidst the chaotic aftershocks, the Skywing girl's face, which had remained devoid of emotion, revealed a barely perceptible smile without her even realizing it.

The gamble wasn't wrong.

Whether it's because they just want to play around, or because they want to test their strength like their master, the other party won't use their full power.

If, as in the beginning, all threats are easily dispelled by words or by simply unleashing inexhaustible power, then all the struggles will be meaningless.

But now, the Creator neither arranges things with divine words nor oppresses all things with absolute power.

In other words, I still have a chance.

As Orpheus withstood the second Heavenly Strike, having just released his energy and before any new power could be generated, dark energy instantly condensed.

That is a confinement that can isolate and lock away space.

However, that thing could not possibly pose any obstacle to that one.

The Skywing girl was absolutely certain of this, and she did not create such a confinement to restrict the other party's movements.

The moment darkness appeared, the elven energy that had caused the entire continent to tremble rose once more.

Generally speaking, 'Sky Strike' will completely drain the power of the Skywing race in one go, but with the help of 'Infinity', energy can be drawn from the snakes within the body to replenish it to its optimal state in a short time.

However, if energy is forcibly replenished too quickly, it will inevitably cause some degree of damage to the spells that constitute the Skywing race.

Azriel knew this, or rather, she was experiencing it firsthand.

An excruciating pain, as if tearing the entire body apart, coursed through the body, and the techniques used to construct the body were emitting a loud wail.

But she had no time to care.

Opportunity is fleeting.

The third Heavenly Strike was formed in the hand of the original Skywing.

Enduring her mournful cries, the Skywing girl fiercely unleashed the light from her hand.

Then, the light from the girl's swinging hand—the Heavenly Strike—vanished instantly.

The next moment, a powerful force that shook the void erupted from the dark world, shaking the entire planet.

Chapter 242 A One-Second Confrontation

Azriel opened her eyes in a daze.

His senses became weak, his whole body was in excruciating pain, and even his connection to the Elven Corridor became blurred due to the damage to the spells that formed his body.

Even so, the Skywing girl instantly leaped from the ground at supersonic speed, entering a combat-ready stance high in the sky, and looked back at her original location.

—Even though her senses were becoming blurred and her consciousness hadn't fully grasped what was happening, the overwhelming presence made it impossible for Azriel to ignore it.

Only then did the Skywing girl remember what had just happened.

lost.

The space was sealed off, and then the Sky Strike was teleported into the sealed space, compressing the power equivalent to the full strength of a Skywing species' attack into an attack that was only aimed at one person.

For any small race other than the divine race, this could be considered a true 'killer'.

Including the Skywing species.

However, just as she expected, such an attack was not even a problem for that person.

Although the outcome of the final blow cannot be confirmed due to the beam of light that suddenly fell from the sky and instantly burned away his consciousness, it can be inferred from the fact that the Creator in front of him is unharmed and his aura has not weakened in the slightest.

As expected of the Creator—even though they were enemies, the girl couldn't help but think that way.

But at the same time that such thoughts arose, an unidentifiable emotion also began to grow in the girl's heart.

"I lost."

Suppressing the meaningless fluctuations, the girl spoke with an emotionless expression and voice.

"Thank you for the guidance of the Creator."

She finished speaking as if it were a machine... but what followed made even Azriel feel quite strange.

But her loyalty to her master compelled her to continue speaking in the same cold voice.

"---Then, I'll go back and report now."

That's right, after a spectacular provocation of her opponent, she was beautifully defeated. Azriel's next action was to simply leave as if nothing had happened.

Fight against your other creator, lose, and come back.

These are the complete commands for the God of War.

To be honest, although doubting her master was a great disrespect, Azriel still didn't think she could live to accomplish such a great feat.

So much so that even after she turned and flew away, she remained vigilant behind her, eventually flying back onto Abant Heim's back with a bewildered expression.

"Have you returned—my one wing?"

She moved with an imposing and casual demeanor, as if the most powerful god had given her a direct command after creating her, conveying his divine will.

"Yes……"

Although she longed to ask the question that had been bothering her, Azriel restrained herself from doing so in front of her respected master.

How are you feeling?

"Yes, the power given by the Lord is without any deficiency; on the contrary, I have failed to live up to this power."

"is it?"

The God of War—Althos—remained noncommittal, simply moving on to the next question:

"So, what about the opponent?"

Faced with her master's question, Azriel fell into deep thought.

Then, he spoke somewhat hesitantly.