The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Two Dragon-level Roars could only help her defend herself; in any case, they would cause considerable damage to the garden.

The winged girl looked at the pair of golden wings above the garden.

And Norns, the target Azriel was looking towards, naturally saw the impending crisis as well.

The two terrifying suns moved at extremely high speeds, instantly burning away any Skywing species that couldn't completely escape their range, causing the greatest casualties of the war so far. Then, in less than a breath, they appeared on the battlefield, which spanned almost half of the battlefield.

Even the garden area is already feeling the terrifying heat.

"So they really chose us?"

Norns was not surprised by the decision regarding the dragon spirit.

The most advantageous situation for them would naturally be if the two Skywing races were evenly matched, but now that the battle situation has clearly shifted, the Dragon Spirit race will naturally choose to weaken the other side.

"But thinking it's that easy only leads to losing both your wife and your army in the end!"

To the astonishment of the Skywing race on the side of the God of War, one of the enormous energy spheres directly blocked the garden.

Then, it collided with two suns.

boom!!!

The next second, an even more dazzling sun shone forth.

Chapter 260 A Temporary End

"Hahaha……"

It has been an unknown amount of time since the two dragon spirits unleashed their Roar.

The two dragon spirits seemed to have unlocked some kind of restriction on the entire battlefield, and after that, the battle began to become increasingly intense.

The ground had visibly dropped tens of meters, creating huge craters, and the residual force of countless attacks almost swallowed up every piece of space in the sky.

Raphael, panting heavily, barely managed to force back a group of enemy Skywing species that were trying to approach.

That's right, in groups. The enemy's Skywing species operations are carried out in units of 'groups'.

One-on-one or two-on-two is fine, but if three people form a group, unless your side sends out a special individual, you simply can't compete with the other side with the same number of people.

Moreover───

Raphael recalled how the enormous sphere had withstood two devastating roars, only shrinking by half before slowly returning to its original size.

Although he knew that even a trace of the god's power was not something that could be easily dealt with, Raphael still felt a sense of despair at the god's relaxed demeanor.

Their fantasy species—Abang-kun—couldn't possibly be so nonchalant...

In any case, until they can think of a better way to deal with the opponent's grouping, Raphael's Skywing race can only resort to a strategy of ganging up on them.

Sacrifice a few to hold off a portion of the opponent, then crush the rest with the majority.

Although the opposing Skywing race's group was difficult to deal with, the fact that they needed to gather three people together reduced their flexibility, giving Raphael's side an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

But this is entirely a method of expending resources.

Neither side held back anymore, striving to defeat the enemy in front of them as quickly as possible and then go to support their comrades.

The death toll, which was originally only 2, suddenly rose at an alarming rate.

Even the dragon spirits were forced to get involved and were subjected to a fierce storm of attacks.

The energy fluctuations between heaven and earth increased countless times, and even space itself showed signs of tearing apart.

"But like this..."

Raphael gritted his teeth.

If this continues—the outcome is entirely predictable.

Of the dragons belonging to the final dragon side, the winged species belonging to the creator side, and the winged species belonging to the Altshu side, almost none more than one-tenth will remain!

Even if either side wins, it will only be a Pyrrhic victory in this form.

After the opponent used energy balls to block the roar, Raphael wanted to lead her sisters to rush into the enemy's base while the energy balls were still inactive, the barrage of beams was incomplete, and the enemy might not be able to react in time. However, they were immediately forced back by the attack, which doubled the density of each ball.

It's practically impossible to win this way.

And in fact... even if we successfully destroy the main base, or even shoot down those hateful golden wings, and then take out those heavily protected individuals who seem to be in charge of command and calculation one by one, will the other side stop and surrender?

If they were to put themselves in their shoes, and Azriel and Abant Heim were shot down, they would only become even more enraged.

Moreover, the Skywing species will not run away; they will only make a true 'strategic retreat'.

In this all-out battle, absolutely no one will choose to run away!

There is no way to end the war except by annihilating two of the opposing sides...

No, it should be said that such a method does not exist on this side of the battlefield.

Taking advantage of the moment when he forced the three back again, Raphael quickly glanced into the distance.

At the highest peak, the location of the 'Scorching Seat', there was still no movement.

Even the giant dragon that almost blotted out the sky showed no sign of moving.

"Lord Artesius, if this continues, we won't be able to hold on any longer..."

Out of the corner of Raphael's eye, he saw his sister—a second-individual Skywing—being besieged by seven Skywings. The geometric ring on her head was almost shattered, and only the right half of her wing remained. At this moment, she was angrily and tragically trying to unleash what might be the last Sky Strike of her life.

There is no hope of salvation—Raphael made this judgment.

No one nearby was available to help her.

The other sister, the third individual, had already been besieged by fifteen Skywing species in a combined Sky Strike attack, leaving no trace of her remains.

Even the most powerful dragon spirits lost eight bodies under the frenzied attack.

Meanwhile, things aren't going well for the other side either.

After a rough guess and calculation, it was estimated that eleven of the approximately thirty individuals in charge of command had been eliminated by their relentless attacks.

To some relief, about a third of the enemies did indeed become slower in action than their comrades.

While it's disappointing that they didn't lose their ability to fight directly, it's still a very good result.

Raphael looked again at the golden wings above the garden.

If we could take that down—would it slow down all the enemy Skywings?

But thinking about it now is useless. The only chance created by the lives of two dragon spirits has been thwarted. Even if the entire clan were to charge now, it's not certain that anyone could reach the enemy, let alone kill this being of unknown strength.

If Raphael's judgment is correct, the other party's identity among the enemy Flying Race is very likely equivalent to Azriel on his side... or even more important!

After all, even if Azriel hadn't joined the battle, they still managed to survive...

Raphael gritted his teeth at the thought of Azriel.

If that guy were here, maybe we could have used his terrifying mobility to break in...

"Damn it... Is there really no way to break this deadlock...?"

If this continues, the Skywing race will truly be on the verge of extinction.

As a race that thrives on war, Raphael developed an aversion to war for the first time.

At this moment, the second sister finally perished under the heavy siege.

The fourth individual—Raphael gritted his teeth.

No matter what, I'll give it my all!

Just as she was about to lead a squad of Skywings toward the direction of the golden wings, a terrifying aura soared into the sky.

Raphael was slightly taken aback.

This powerful force even caused several dragon spirits in the midst of a fierce battle to glance at it slightly.

In the garden, Norns wore a smile of interest and excitement.

Opposite to the golden wings, two purplish-black wings spread out in the distance.

Appearing above Avant Heim at some unknown time was the strongest individual of the Skywing race—the first individual, Azriel.

"Sister Azriel?!"

Raphael was dumbfounded.

Shouldn't this guy be in solitary confinement?

At present, Lord Artesius is confronting two other powerful figures on the other side, and there is no way he has time to turn around and let Azriel come out.

So, this guy came out on his own? Disobeying Lord Artesius's orders?

How dare she?!

Ignoring Raphael's complicated thoughts, Azriel's face was frosty, her sharp emerald eyes fixed emotionlessly on those golden wings.

Then───

boom!!!

An unprecedented 'sun' erupted in the distance.

The outermost aftershocks alone reduced all life within their reach to ashes.

Even dragon spirits were not spared.

The battlefield came to a standstill at that moment.

Everyone stared in disbelief as they turned their gazes toward it.

A giant blade of light swept across, easily slicing most of the scorching mountain range in two, as easily as cutting butter.

Then, a scorching and immense wave of elven energy erupted in the exact opposite direction, creating a vast and endless canyon on the earth.

Next... everyone looked up at the sky again, stunned.

A massive meteorite, composed entirely of energy and spanning the entire scorching mountain range, was falling straight down with unwavering determination.

Then, Raphael gave a wry smile.

"What's the point of us fighting for so long?"

"..."