The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

A child playing the game alone.

The boy grew up under the strange gazes of those around him, yet he continued to play games.

Because the boy didn't understand what those strange looks meant.

If you concentrate on the darkness, you will see—your 'opponent' is right there.

And, a 'spectator' in a game.

Judging by their appearances alone, they are no different from teenagers—'he' with a confident smile, and 'she' whose face is not even clearly visible.

The boy's impression was that 'he' was very strong.

He always put himself above others, as if it were a given, as if he had no chance of winning from the very beginning.

That gave the boy immense pleasure, so he challenged 'him' again.

She, on the other hand, remained silent, observing the game between the two with a seemingly quite interested gaze.

From an outsider's perspective, the boy appears to be alone, but from the boy's perspective, there are three of them—it's that simple.

Although the boy appeared lonely to others, he found joy in it.

That kind of world is simple and straightforward, where only winning, losing, or drawing exists.

However, the 'world' mercilessly ravaged his 'personal world'.

Suddenly, a blinding light illuminated the dim room, and the boy turned his gaze to the window.

The night sky, which should have been shrouded in a crimson hue, had turned white.

His parents rushed into the room shouting and grabbing his hands, but the boy continued to look at 'that' with great satisfaction.

It was a pillar of light that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth.

The parents were pale and were crying out for some unknown reason. They tried to pick up the boy, but he anxiously reached out his hands.

The outcome is still undecided.

—The boy urgently hugged the chessboard he was playing against, and then…

When he looked up again, he saw a light that seemed to burn his retina to ashes, and a slender figure that appeared in front of the light in that instant.

……

……

"That's how it is, meow. 'Yanlong' Alanlev was easily and casually killed by those iron blocks that seem to be called machine-type during the battle, meow. Although the iron blocks lost nearly half of their strength, most of it was due to the final 'Yanlong Roar'. There were no casualties during the battle, meow."

Respectfully bowing her head and kneeling before the throne of God, the strongest of the winged race—Azriel—reported the information she had obtained.

A battle at the level of a Dragon King is enough to attract the attention of the most powerful war machines.

"..."

The God of War, Artesius, listened quietly to the reports from his subordinates, which were filled with strange slang, without uttering a single word.

Or rather, this content is meaningless to him.

The battle between the two was exciting and commendable.

Ultimately, it's just a vicious fight between two weaker parties, and it doesn't really mean anything.

However, the next sentence from his strongest wing piqued the interest of the strongest god.

"While we are not afraid of the power of those iron blocks, I propose that the Skywing race be prohibited from any proactive attacks on the Machine race!"

"Oh?"

The God of War opened his half-closed eyes slightly.

"Let me hear your explanation."

"Because it is too blasphemous."

With an extremely serious expression, Azriel spoke while keeping her head down.

"It has been confirmed that the machine armor species possesses the ability to copy all attacks received—even if they are killed in one blow, it cannot prevent other members of their race from copying the attack as well. In other words, if you fight these metal blocks, you cannot prevent the master's protective power from being stolen by them—this is the only thing that absolutely cannot be allowed!"

"……Yeah."

After a pause, the God of War gave a calm response.

He wasn't particularly interested in whether the Skywing race's moves could be copied by the opponent.

However, he did find this race interesting.

Although it was not very noticeable because the opponents were Skywings with almost identical abilities, and even Azriel and the others did not notice it—in fact, the Skywings on the other side had abilities quite similar to these so-called Machine-types.

This race is very likely one that even she finds interesting...

It even possesses a potential that even the God of War has yet to recognize.

It's worth observing.

Seeing that the God of War made no move, Azriel simply kept her head down and waited quietly.

Although her outward appearance has changed considerably over the past 20,000 years, there is only one thing that will never change.

The will of the Lord is absolutely not to be speculated or interfered with.

"It's up to you. If there's nothing else, you may leave."

Ultimately, the strongest god declared his will.

Azriel let out a soft breath.

"Yes!"

With a hum of agreement, the leader of the Skywing race slowly withdrew, leaving only the God of War tapping the armrest of the throne with his index finger.

Although I'm somewhat interested in that race, now is not the time to make a move.

That race is still 'too weak' and not qualified to be a match.

In the future, perhaps one day they will stand before you with a will strong enough to rival the strongest.

—Although he didn’t know why, Altshu had this intuition.

Since that's the case, he'll treat it as an unexpected surprise and wait quietly.

Anyway, he's been waiting for a very long time.

Snap, snap, snap, snap—

Just then, clear footsteps rang out in the 'Throne Room,' which should have been empty except for the master of the place.

Artesius slightly lifted his eyelids.

interesting.

They're more interesting than those guys called "Machine Race" from before.

There were many unexpected surprises today.

He hadn't even noticed anyone in the space before the other party deliberately made those footsteps.

Embracing the joy of facing the unknown, the God of War raised his gaze.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing this, Altshu couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Hehehe, how about that? Startled, weren't you? Surprised? Unexpected?"

The newcomer, facing a man who was high above her and whose mere presence exuded a mountain-like pressure, still did not feel the slightest bit oppressed, and instead let out a cheerful, girlish voice.

"---Seeing you would only make me happy, but your current appearance has surprised and surprised me."

With a slight smile, the God of War feigned surprise, but his response was one of delight.

However, the next moment, Altshu's smile vanished, replaced by a slight frown.

"No, you're not... who are you?"

"Ugh, some people just can't believe their eyes—it reminds me of a really annoying guy."

Artes shook his head.

"You are not her...at least that much is certain, but—"

As he said this, the God of War laughed again.

That was his usual狰狞 smile.

"—Your strength...isn't bad either, is it?"

"Stop, stop, stop, I have no interest in fighting you, and besides, I can't beat you."

However, faced with Altshu's fighting spirit, the newcomer quickly waved his hand in refusal.

The God of War smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

"I know, I know. At this point, you just want to know why I'm here, but you're deliberately keeping quiet and putting on this mysterious expression, right? I know this trick of yours all the time. My dad has this expression every day..."

"..."

The God of War was still smiling.

However, at the same time, the pressure of heaven and earth began to gradually gather in this space.

"Stop! It's not like I'm not going to tell you, don't be so impatient."

The God of War continued to laugh.

"Actually, I didn't come here with any particular purpose. I just suddenly felt like coming, so I came..."

boom!!!

Chapter 274 Dead People

boom!!!

"Phew, what a grumpy guy."

Looking at the raging energy turbulence on Abant Heim, the girl, floating on a mountain peak not far from the fantasy species, shook her head in amazement.