The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Azriel spread her arms to the sides of her body.

Jibril, who originally relied on the power granted by her feathers to fight and whose flight was unsteady after losing her feathers, managed to prop herself up and make the same movement.

Raphael followed closely behind.

Countless pairs of wings unfolded in the sky.

At the same time, appearing even higher up was that fantastical creature, resembling a battle fortress, the mount of the god of war.

—Abangte Heim.

This represents the presence of God.

The camp belonging to Orpheus slowly retreated.

...Although I had anticipated that it might come to this point, it happened much earlier than I had imagined.

No one could see it... but everyone felt it.

At the very heart of that war fortress, the being beyond all things slowly raised His right hand.

Both sides were Skywing race, so naturally, both Skywing races were very clear about this move.

There is absolutely no chance that the opponent will be completely unprepared for this move.

Azriel knew this very well.

That's right... but so what?

The master is the strongest; the so-called strong are the masters, and the weak are everyone except the God of War.

If the weak flaunt their cleverness, then what should the strong, kings, gods, and masters do?

Even though it was only for a moment, Azriel was still ashamed that she had forgotten such a thing.

"All Winged Races, 'Sky Strike' prepare! We entrust our power to Lord Artesius!!!"

Replacing Altshu, the strongest winged race proclaimed the divine will declared in the fierce smile of the strongest god.

"Master is the strongest—unparalleled in this world! So—what is there to fear, what is there to hesitate about, what is there to be confused about when faced with the foolish tricks of the weak who flaunt their petty cleverness?!"

In response to the words of the leader of all wings, all the Winged races poured their power into their wings.

"Take pleasure in hatred, indulge in anger, and tolerate rebellion! To pamper their folly is the embodiment of the Master and the Winged Race created by the Master—the one and only King. Offer your wings to the Master's decision and show them!"

Those ignorant fools who don't know their master's power—

"To utterly crush someone at will—that is the mark of a 'strong person'!!!"

The God of War, Artesius, smiled softly.

Forest elves, goblins, dragons, and—those who presume to be gods before Him—none of these matter.

It's just some low-quality stuff.

Before the power that can destroy all things in the universe, everything will return to dust.

This is the will of the strongest god.

The laws of the universe weep, and the order of the planets is twisted in the hands of God.

"I'm getting impatient, my nemesis."

Power is manifested, and legal principles are revealed.

The strongest is defined by this.

……

……

"Turrets, deflect at full speed upwards, aim all at Abant Heim!"

Ronnie roared as his large, thick hands rapidly traced afterimages across the keys.

"Void Zero Protection, all bullets aimed at War God Altshu!"

Even Xin Ke, who had always remained behind the scenes, couldn't help but stand up and give orders loudly at this moment.

The genius favored by the world curses his own arrogance.

That's right, no matter how much the world favors us—

—In the face of that 'force' that will destroy even the world, everything is meaningless.

Faced with the storm that brought the world to its end, Xin Ke's face turned blank.

What exactly is a divine species?

No, that far surpasses any estimate of the power of a divine being; it's a power beyond all comprehension. How could something like that be possible?

Countless races are calculating with all their might.

But the conclusions drawn are always the same.

───'Unmeasurable'.

Xin Ke smiled weakly.

Wrong, all wrong.

Even though they are both gods, and the 186 layers of magic that constitute the zeroth protection of the void are both divine arts, why is there such a big difference?

At that moment, she didn't know what expression to make except laugh.

"Void Zero Protection, all missiles launched."

After giving the final instructions, the forest elf girl slumped down, exhausted.

From then on, we could only leave it to fate.

—No, even the heavens would probably crumble under this attack.

'Void Zero Blessing'—a technique that causes the core of a fantasy species to self-destruct, forcibly releasing its power. In nature, a single strike is enough to annihilate the power of multiple fantasy species. The Forest Elf unleashed all eighteen of its available bullets.

At this moment, the goblin race, whose 'marrow burst' was comparable to it, also fired all eleven of their attacks.

Then, what happened next revealed the answer to all the questions to all races.

That's the principle that no matter how many tiny insects gather together, they can't reach the sky.

"Divine Strike".

The sky collapsed at that moment.

Chapter 322 The So-Called Game

Orpheus rubbed his head, looking at the figure in front of him with a bit of speechlessness.

...It really was just a figure.

A figure that wasn't exactly blurry, but was indistinct and could only be identified as humanoid, sat cross-legged in front of the dragon goddess girl, constantly chanting incantations.

Orpheus couldn't understand what the other person was saying... or rather, the only information she could comprehend was that 'the other person was saying something'.

She couldn't even hear the other person's voice.

And the other party has been chanting like this for who knows how long, ever since Orpheus became conscious, until now.

Orpheus did not attempt to emerge from this pure white space, which was of unknown origin.

Although he didn't know what the other person was chanting, as the other person kept muttering to himself, Orpheus's past knowledge—including the origin, power, and even the power of destiny—was being digested at an extremely fast speed.

—Although he couldn't understand what the other person was reciting, Orpheus's instincts still accurately grasped all the content that was helpful to him, and then connected it with the parts he already knew, which produced this effect.

...This is probably the 'reward' the snake receives after its metamorphosis.

The dragon goddess girl made this guess.

Without the previous preparations, Orpheus would have completely missed this opportunity.

Time passed by in this way, and I don't know how long it lasted.

Suddenly, the 'figure' stopped and glanced almost imperceptibly in the direction to the side.

Orpheus followed its gaze.

...There was nothing there except white.

However, Orpheus also knew that the figure was probably not looking at that white expanse, but at something further away beyond that.

"..."

The figure turned its gaze back, seemingly not intending to continue speaking, and slowly raised its right hand, extending it out.

It was as if he wanted to touch Orpheus's face.

Only then did the figure seem to gradually become clearer.

But before it became clear enough for Orpheus to see the other person's face clearly, the fair arm stopped in mid-air again.

The figure seemed to sigh slowly, its lips moving a few times.

Orpheus was taken aback.

The next moment, the entire pure white area shattered and scattered in all directions.

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……

Time and space trembled with awe.

Even Arbont Heim, the highest-ranking fantasy species, trembled.

That is a 'principle' that no one in the world can sway.

God Strike, an absolute strike given such a name.

It gathers the energy of all the Skywing species, and as its name suggests, it is an attack with the power of a god's strike.

That's right.

It was merely a single blow from God.

After measuring and controlling with all his might, the God of War Artesius simply gathered and released the power of all the Skywing races, and that was all it was—just this one strike.