The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

"The situation with the Mech race has been investigated, and there are no problems with the Beastman race, Forest Elf race, Vampire race, and Demon race, as well as the superior races. It seems that the Dragon Elf race has been discovered... but we have obtained the information we wanted, so it's fine. The analysis of the Elves is also finished."

Regarding the superior races, the Elf race is related to the Elf Corridor and there's not much to say. The Giant race is not very relevant, and the Divine race, which is based on the Elf Corridor, goes without saying. However, as for the Dragon Spirit race and the Winged Sky race...

The lower-ranking races—the vampires and demons—have considerable flaws, while the forest elves are not particularly special. Although the orcs' sensory abilities, physical strength, and unique 'blood evil' are somewhat interesting, they are not enough to pique Orpheus's interest.

However───

"A machine-type?"

Their origins are untraceable; they are a race that has existed for hundreds of millions of years.

Although its adaptability to the Elf Corridor is not very high, it possesses an extremely powerful learning ability, capable of replicating attacks it has received in the past. It also has terrifying computational power and the ability to adapt and survive in chaotic times.

If the Skywing race is a near-perfect weapon created with the most advanced technology, then the Machine race is... still a weapon with almost limitless possibilities.

'Perfection' and 'infinite possibilities'...?

It feels somewhat familiar.

Then the dragon goddess girl clapped her hands.

"We've decided to use these two as templates."

boom!!!

Wow, is clapping such a big deal?

Ignoring Norns's words, Orpheus waved his hand, and an image appeared in front of the two of them.

Several Skywings flew at high speed around the fortress, constantly clashing with the massive cannon fire launched from the eleven orbs of light, creating streaks of fireworks in the air.

However, this was not surprising to either of them.

Although lower-ranking races dare not even step inside, the God of War has clearly made this place a training ground, sending a new batch of Skywing races here for 'training' whenever they are born.

Besides training, quite a few people also come here in groups to run dungeons... Azriel is one of the regulars.

Although Orpheus didn't take the situation too seriously, he didn't hold back either. He simply let the fortress's defenses work, repelling wave after wave of Skywing races... As expected of a superior race, very few Skywing races lost their lives here.

As the strongest and most perfect individual, Azriel broke through the fortress's defenses several times, only to be severely injured by Orpheus before crawling back to her companions and having them take her back.

"Speaking of which, all the Skywings created by that guy named Artes are female... Could it be that he's planning to build a harem or something? Is that guy surprisingly repressed?"

Orpheus pondered Norns's words.

...It seems like an unexpected possibility?

Regardless of all that, although we've let those girls do whatever they want until now, we should increase the difficulty and upgrade the dungeons next.

A delicate spell appeared in the hands of the dragon goddess girl.

"Then, let's begin creating 'family members'."

Chapter 244 The Confusion of the Strongest Individual

Star Cup War.

Countless races and gods were drawn into the war, which erupted in the struggle for the throne of the one true god.

Individuals with life and consciousness hate each other and fight to the death. The sky is sealed off by crimson ashes, and the earth is covered by the azure-black ash of skeletal remains.

This is a war that has nearly killed off entire planets.

An era stained with blood and darkness, whose duration is unknown, perhaps even lasting forever; however—

That was a landscape whose 'artistic style' completely evoked associations with this era.

"Let's form a team! This time we're going to hunt those long-eared creatures hiding in the forest! Anyone want to sign up, come over here!"

"Hey, I heard the goblins have created some kind of invincible fleet specifically to target us. Anyone who wants to participate in the annihilation competition, hurry up and gather here!"

"By the way, this time I won't let you steal the prey again."

"Oh dear, how rude of me! If it's alright, could you please say it was 'stolen'? Hehehe..."

This is a paradise for girls.

The city that rises on the back of Abant Heim.

Green plants are everywhere, and petals dance in the air with beautiful angels. Girls with lovely faces announce the life and death of each race with bright smiles and clear, sweet voices.

In this dark age, perhaps only one race could live in this world full of killing with such ease and joy.

— Skywing species.

While all races struggle to survive, praying for even the slightest glimmer of hope in a world of despair, the young girls who stand high in the sky, singing praises of happiness, this still very young and nascent race, are now fully enjoying life (war).

And in the center, there lies the throne of God.

A man as imposing as a mountain sat atop the highest divine throne.

Artes, the God of War, is the strongest god and the master of the Winged Race.

"Thank you for your hard work, my wings."

Looking down at Ai Yi, kneeling before him and his most perfect masterpiece, the God of War proclaimed his divine will in a proud voice.

"So, is today another fruitless trip?"

Azriel's petite body trembled slightly.

That's right. While the other members of the Skywing race were making great achievements, she, as the 'strongest individual,' had hardly produced any results.

The few times she did go on expeditions were because she was ordered to lead her other sisters into battle.

The reason is quite simple.

"Looks like you went to the 'garden' again?"

Azriel, whose head was already lowered, lowered it even further.

She knew very well that the one was definitely not someone she could deal with.

On that day, the other sisters were not yet born and had no chance to witness it, which is why they were able to launch an attack on the fortress without a care in the world.

But having personally witnessed that less than one-second clash between the two "strongest," she still cannot forget it, cannot forget the feeling of being unable to control her own life and death under absolute power, as if her life was about to dissipate in an instant.

However, for some reason, every time she was about to go to war, she would recall the scene of being defeated in an instant when she had no power to resist.

The previous evenly matched contest was only because of the opponent's passive attitude. When he was serious... no, he wasn't even serious. He lost consciousness without any resistance in just a moment when he was slightly out of control.

Since its creation, it has not even known the scenery of this world, and its proud power has no chance to be displayed before it is defeated without even understanding the reason.

Even though I already knew, and now understand even more clearly, that person's power, but...

Azriel suppressed her inner turmoil and took a deep breath.

Regardless, she is still her master's sword.

A sword can only exert its power when wielded by its master. A sword that runs amok will only—to say that it will harm its master would be too arrogant, but it will at least cause trouble for its master.

"I'm very sorry, there won't be a next time."

However, after Azriel said that, the response from Artshut caused the Skywing girl to break down her expressionless mask and raise her head in surprise.

"Why apologize for something that wasn't wrong, my one-winged bird?"

Ashter responded in a dignified voice.

"That's an enemy. Is there anything to regret about attacking an enemy? Or is it that you've developed a fear of your other creator?"

"……Do not."

Azriel lowered her head once again.

Despite giving this answer, she was still unable to clarify her true thoughts.

But God's declaration was not yet over. Altshu's next words, a simple and ordinary sentence, caused the strongest individual of the Skywing race, whose 'core' was equivalent to his heart, to shrink violently.

"───This is truly unbearable."

The face that was originally dignified, yet also gentle and tinged with weariness, has disappeared, replaced by a coldness that seems to suppress a volcano.

Go and figure out what you really think.

Even so—the strongest god's tone carried...expectation?

Azriel dared not be certain, nor even to speculate on the Lord's will, and simply lowered her head even further, almost touching the ground.

"The power wielded with hesitation and confusion is both ridiculous and laughable. If you continue to fight with such a mindset, even if you miraculously survive, your wings will quickly deteriorate."

—Since you are my wings, you should be terrified of that stench.

"Yes!"

Taking another deep breath, the original Skywing placed its hands on its chest, making a firm declaration.

However, because the Skywing girl was looking down, she didn't notice the complex smile that flashed across the God of War's lips when he said those words.

“Very good… Of course, before that…”

Nodding in satisfaction, the God of War's tone suddenly relaxed.

However, the words she spoke sent Azriel's heart soaring to its peak once again.

"It seems your other creator is planning to visit, so as her master, it would be a disservice to her for taking care of you before if I didn't extend my hospitality... You should understand what to do, my one-wing."

"Varied……"

A moment of surprise was suppressed by her insistence on not losing her composure in front of the Lord, and Azriel instantly adjusted her mindset to its best state.

That's right. Surprise, hesitation, and confusion are all emotions that shouldn't exist during a battle.

"I understand."

With an expressionless composure, the strongest Skywing race slowly stood up after bowing.

"Then, 'First Unit Individual,' Azriel, shall proceed with the mission."

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The tranquility and peace of the park were shattered without warning.

"───"

With a roar that even the Skywing species couldn't comprehend, the Fantasy species, which had been quietly floating in the air like a harmless floating island, revealed its true power.