The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

After seeing her companion off, Azriel looked puzzled and began searching around.

The Skywing Seeds are crystallized spells formed by combining the power of the God of War and the power of Orpheus. The Skywing Seeds under Altshu's command, whose power belongs to Orpheus, are derived from the infinitely producible serpent power that Orpheus originally gave them.

But Azriel is different; she is the 'First Unit Individual,' an existence personally bestowed with the 'serpent' by Orpheus.

If we were to use an analogy, the other Skywings would be granddaughters, while Azriel would be a daughter.

Naturally, she had a connection with Orpheus that was different from that with her other companions.

At that moment, Azriel felt a strange sensation in her heart.

Following the stirrings in her heart, the Skywing girl walked to a corner of this space.

Then the girl's pretty face began to twitch involuntarily.

Orpheus, the other creator of the Skywing race, is the greatest enemy that the God of War Altshu values ​​most, who ranks first among the Skywing race in terms of both the number one opponent and the value of his head, and is valued far more than the other Dragon Spirit race, Fantasy race, and God race. He is curled up peacefully on the ground and fast asleep.

Azriel even had the illusion that she could easily take down an SSR right now.

What made her realize that it was an illusion was the strange feeling emanating from the person in front of her.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye, and even the faintest call could be heard, but Azriel could not sense the girl's presence using either her elven senses or other means of perception!

It's more like a ghost than a ghost itself.

Azriel hesitated for a moment, then crouched down and slowly reached out to touch Orpheus.

Then, unsurprisingly, it passed right through.

The Skywing girl withdrew her outstretched hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

She suddenly didn't know what she should do next.

While she was still in a daze, Azriel's hand unconsciously stabbed down again.

Hmm, it has a soft feel but is also bouncy, and it feels very comfortable to poke.

"Ugh?"

The next second, the Skywing girl, realizing something was wrong, came to her senses.

Then she noticed that a pair of cool, aloof eyes were staring straight at her.

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly I felt even more embarrassed.

However, upon discovering that the other party had already woken up, Azriel had already condensed a large number of spirits in her other hand. With just a wave of her hand, she could release them. Although they wouldn't be able to hurt the other party, they would allow her to use the aftershocks to quickly retreat and then immediately seek support.

However, the Skywing girl soon discovered to her horror that her body was completely unable to move, and she couldn't even speak.

The other creator before them had once again closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

"..."

Is smiling still useful in a situation like this?

Chapter 268 is merely a weapon.

"Well……"

The dragon goddess girl awoke from her daze, rubbed her eyes, and slowly propped herself up from the ground.

I still seem a bit tired. Should I sleep for a few more years?

However, she also felt a gaze, seemingly filled with intense emotion, fixed on her.

Orpheus turned his head to look.

"Azriel?"

That's right, the strongest winged race—Azriel—was staring intently at the dragon goddess girl with teary eyes, as if afraid that she would fall asleep again in the next second.

However, Azriel soon became even more anxious.

The Skywing girl suddenly realized that the two seemed to be enemies.

Will she try to silence me by killing me and just strike me down?

Although she wasn't afraid of death, dying like this was too humiliating...

Azriel struggled even more fiercely, but she still couldn't move an inch.

"...Azriel, what are you doing here?"

Didn't you just freeze me here with one look?!

Despite roaring like this in her heart, the Skywing girl couldn't even open her mouth or make a sound.

The dragon goddess girl seemed a little dazed from just waking up. After tilting her head and thinking for a moment, she nodded.

"A contest of glaring eyes?"

Damn it!

Azriel was on the verge of tears.

However, the Skywing girl suddenly felt her body relax and regain her freedom.

Azriel, who had just looked so embarrassed, immediately sharpened her eyes and tensed up, then relaxed again.

A single glance from the other party was enough to render her completely immobile; any resistance was futile.

The current priority should be to find a way to spread the news of their arrival.

Ignoring Azriel's somber mood, the dragon girl stretched and strolled past the winged girl.

"Take me to see Artesius."

"Ugh?"

Azriel paused for a moment, then quickly followed.

Do you want to start another war?

As she asked this question, the Skywing girl's face was more serious than ever before.

The reason she impulsively ignored Altshu's orders and forced her way into action during the last battle was because the Skywing race suffered too many casualties.

She couldn't imagine how devastating the already weakened Skywing race would be if it happened again.

"Does Azriel want to start a war?"

The response from the Skywing Girl came from another creator.

"This……"

Azriel was about to answer when she suddenly froze.

If you ask her if she wants war, the answer is probably no.

However, the Skywing species are weapons of war, born to exist for war.

Denying war is tantamount to denying the significance of the Skywing weapon, and even more so, denying the will of its master, Artes.

How can weapons of war refuse war?

Taking a deep breath, Azriel shook her head.

“I am the wings of my lord, and do not need my own will.”

After saying this, the Winged Girl's once bright eyes turned cold again, just like when she first met Orpheus, devoid of any emotion.

She is Artesius's sword, Artesius's wings, and nothing more.

During their conversation, the Skywing race had already reacted quickly.

The hundreds of Skywing creatures, devoid of their usual laughter, stood solemnly in formation, surrounding the two in the sky.

"You should know..."

Orpheus didn't care about that and continued to speak to Azriel.

“If I wanted to, I could destroy this place in an instant. All the so-called ‘wings’ would wither away in that instant, and even Altshu couldn’t stop me. This is the most suitable ‘war’ to begin.”

Azriel shuddered.

The Skywing race is a weapon to kill gods; this is not just talk, but a fact that they truly possess such power. However, there are different levels of gods. Weaker gods are not only harder to kill, but their pure combat power is even inferior to that of the higher-ranking Dragon Spirit race.

Orpheus, undoubtedly, stands at the very top, alongside the God of War.

The power of the God of War's attack even surpasses the combined full strength of all the Winged Races, and Orpheus's attack can also instantly kill all the Winged Races except for Azriel.

There wasn't even time for spatial teleportation; there was no chance of escape.

But even so—

"Even so, we will still act in accordance with Lord Artesius's will."

Azriel said firmly.

"Even if our methods may differ from Lord Altshu's, we will never disobey Lord Altshu in our will. This is the meaning of our existence as the Skywing race."

As she said this, Azriel turned around and looked at Orpheus with a serious expression.

"Therefore, if Lord Artesius orders us to attack you, please do not hesitate to fight back with all your might, otherwise..."

"otherwise?"

The dragon goddess tilted her head.

"Otherwise, even if your attack could completely destroy us, we would definitely tear a piece of flesh from your body before that attack even happens!"

Azriel spoke with a powerful sense of awareness.

"Yeah……"

Orpheus's head nodded rhythmically.

"Drowsiness?!"

The girl from the Skywing race twitched at the corner of her mouth.

But at that moment, a deafening laugh suddenly echoed throughout Abant Heim.

That was a hearty laugh that everyone was familiar with, a laugh that carried the weight of heaven and earth.