The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

The power of fate, truly capable of bringing good fortune and averting misfortune, was set up by Norns.

If a powerful being truly intends to hunt down humans, this faint power of fate can at most delay their deaths a little. However, as long as it doesn't attract attention, humans will avoid the potential dangers for various reasons.

Moreover, it is very well hidden, and those who do not understand fate cannot discover it at all.

This is Orpheus's greatest gift.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go check on them first. After all, having me there will make the treatment process more 'lucky'."

Norns waved and left.

Orpheus watched the blonde girl leave silently, then fell silent again.

On the other side, there was also Abant Heim, who had escaped unscathed.

Azriel, Raphael, and all the other Winged creatures who were still able to move knelt before a majestic figure.

From his seat of honor, the man looked down upon this most powerful war-torn race.

His arm extended from his right chest until it disappeared completely, and at the site of the wound, a purple energy was blocking the powerful healing ability.

The God of War—Althos—touched his wound with his remaining left arm, then revealed an extremely ferocious smile.

Chapter 262 Ceasefire and Becoming Stronger

"Lord Artho."

Kneeling on the ground, Azriel called out softly, somewhat hesitantly.

She had been prepared to perish along with the golden wings and the entire Sky Garden after impulsively rushing out, but she was suddenly and forcefully interrupted.

Now she's in a very awkward situation, caught between a rock and a hard place.

"puff……"

The sound coming from ahead made Azriel and the other Skywings look up in confusion.

"Hahaha...hahahahaha..."

I always get the feeling that this God of War really loves to laugh...

The Skywing race looked puzzled.

Artes does look rather miserable now, which isn't enough to make the Skywings lose faith, but it's also hard to understand why he can still laugh so happily.

"This is really interesting..."

He stopped laughing wildly, a hint of lingering satisfaction flashing across the God of War's face.

The wounds on his chest and arms are insignificant... As a manifestation of the law, as long as his divine essence is not affected, he will not have the concept of injury.

He just wasn't in the mood right now; otherwise, he would have at least a thousand ways to recover.

The situation on the other side is probably similar.

This is a battle with only losers and no winners.

And halfway through the fight, he realized that the other guy had absolutely no will to fight.

Even without the will to fight, the God of War found fighting him very enjoyable.

So the God of War plans to wait until the opponent is motivated before giving them a good beating.

Moreover, if the fighting continues, all of his supporters will probably be wiped out.

Moreover, he vented all his frustrations.

So he stopped fighting, choosing to save the fun for last.

What are the casualties?

With a majestic voice, the supreme god did not offer further explanation, but instead changed the subject.

Azriel looked at Raphael.

As the one who manages the Skywing race, she has no concept of the outcome of this war.

All I know is that the losses were heavy.

"Our Skywing race deployed a total of 1592 units, of which 697 survived. Among the survivors, 31 suffered irreparable injuries."

The number of people who actually suffer such serious injuries is not large, because usually they rush straight into the enemy lines to die. These people are just wounded at the end of the battle and don't have time to die.

The loss exceeded half, a devastating blow unlike anything seen before for the Skywing race.

Even Artesius fell silent for a moment.

He loved fighting and war, and he was perfectly aware that war inevitably resulted in casualties, and he had no complaints about it.

But this doesn't mean the God of War has no emotions.

"Ten years of renovation, let's first make sure we recover our strength."

Then, a smile appeared on the God of War's lips.

"Then, we will fight against another wing."

"Yes!"

The response to divine will was the unified sound of the most powerful war machines.

The God of War nodded in satisfaction.

"Oh right, the very first individual."

Azriel was slightly startled.

Is it finally time to announce her punishment?

"You're not bad."

"what?"

Azriel and all the Winged Ones were completely bewildered.

"Go back."

Without offering any explanation, the God of War waved his hand, and all the Skywing races appeared around Abant Heim.

Alter sat alone on the throne, a gentle smile on his face.

Has completeness become incomplete...?

But is it only through defeat that one can understand the strongest?

Once again, the God of War fell into a contemplation that seemed to last forever.

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"Haven't you solved this stupid problem yet...?"

Norns entered the room, and his bright eyes instantly turned into dead fish eyes.

On the large bed that had been moved there at some unknown time, a dazzling sun was shining brightly.

Seemingly too lazy to even conjure clothes, Orpheus lay languidly on the bed, enveloped in golden flames.

"Hmm... it's troublesome to suppress it... and it's also troublesome to eradicate it..."

The flames that are attached to you conceptually can only be removed by directly identifying the problematic part and cutting it off to regenerate it; otherwise, you would have to completely dismantle and rebuild your body.

Orpheus could do it, but she was too lazy to do it.

The Dragon Goddess felt that ever since she got into that fight, her energy-saving personality, which she could usually control, had completely erupted.

It seems this God of War is indeed skilled; he can actually draw out his opponent's inner demons and weaknesses. It's terrifying, truly terrifying, and we must be on guard.

Thinking this, Orpheus yawned slightly again.

This flame will only burn a layer of skin at most, so let it burn.

For her, the outer robe was essentially just like scales...

"You look a bit tired."

Norns suddenly gave a wry smile.

Her words startled Orpheus slightly.

Yeah, think about it carefully... Actually, there's no need to think about it carefully. From the time she was born until now, who knows how many years have passed, it seems like she's hardly ever closed her eyes, let alone slept.

Wow, I suddenly feel really miserable.

It's been so long, and I still can't shake off the curse of overwork.

No, I can't just accept this fate.

A glint of light flashed in the dragon goddess's eyes.

Let's set a small goal first: to sleep with her for hundreds or thousands of years!

But before that, we need to make proper arrangements for the funeral.

"Can they still fight?"

Orpheus's gaze pierced through the void, looking at the hundreds of Skywing girls waiting outside.

At this moment, they still looked somewhat empty. Although they had the ability to develop feelings, it seemed that nothing had even begun to blossom yet.

"The remaining number is enough to wipe out all 'biological' races except for the machine races."

Norns pursed his lips.

Orpheus nodded.

"Then let's just push through."

On the continent of Lucia, there seem to be highly aggressive races such as demons and monsters that roam freely and wreak havoc across the land due to the lack of checks and balances. At least they all need to be crushed.

Although theoretically only a small number of Skywing species would be needed...

Forget it, with such huge losses the other day, let's just rely on the advantage of combining quality and quantity to get through this.

At the same time, the garden will be temporarily moved to the continent of Lucia, at least in the short term, to avoid too much conflict with the God of War.

The previous battle resulted in devastating losses for both sides.