The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

"...So you all really didn't know."

To this, Jibril could only sigh helplessly.

"I really don't understand your way of thinking. The master's purpose has always been very clear."

Whether it's weary contemplation, the creation of the Skywing race—a race that's practically cheating—or a 20,000-year-long, incomprehensible scheme, it's all part of the story.

"Ultimately, what the master truly wants is..."

"...An opponent?"

Having figured out the answer as well, Azriel wore a smile that was hard to decipher, revealing a complex mix of emotions.

"It seems to be our mistake... In the end, 'completeness' means that we cannot change it, nor do we think about changing it. We simply act according to the rules that were set in the beginning... We wouldn't think about those things either. As expected, the little Jeep is still the best."

After each mission, Jibril would challenge Artshu... though such attacks were insignificant to the God of War.

"There's no point in trying to figure it out... After all, no matter how much we want to, it's a fact that we don't have the right to do it... There's really only so much we can do right now."

Jibril shrugged and looked down at the sun.

"Of course, it's also acceptable to slightly hinder the master's 'opponent'."

"Ah, after all, the master is the strongest. If the puppets under the master's command (us) are no match for the master's opponent's pieces, then it would be a disgrace to the master's wings."

Azriel smiled.

"After all, this is probably the last time..."

The strongest Skywing species let out a slight breath.

Yes, this is the final war.

Since that's the case...

"Jibril, of the three wing squads, I only want the best."

If the war ends, weapons will never have another chance to prove themselves.

So let's make a scene right now.

Against the backdrop of the light and storms constantly falling from the universe, Jibril responded to the words of the All-Wing Commander with a ferocious grin.

"Yes, sir!"

……

……

Rick endured the oppressive, suffocating feeling.

One after another, pure white suns burst forth from the distant sky.

Compared to those things—the fireball that had initially given Rick a strong shock now seemed utterly insignificant, just like an ordinary fireball.

But Rick remained rational.

Now, this fireball is the most important thing.

"Shubi, are you done?"

If we wait for the forest elves and goblins to react, it will be too late.

Although it is unknown why the Dragon Elf and Fairy races, who are allies of the Forest Elf race, as well as the Fantasy and Giant races, who are allies of the Goblin race, have not appeared, these two races are still formidable opponents.

—That's right. The mere existence of Hinco Nielbaren and Ronnie Laudunil made Rick dare not take these two races lightly.

In this situation, the fact that his allies have yet to appear only makes Rick more uneasy.

“Ric…”

At that moment, Shubi's voice, tinged with sobs, came from beside the human boy.

Rick quickly turned his head to look.

"Shubi, what's wrong?!"

The girl from the machine race bit her lip tightly.

“Calculation… error, re-estimation… insufficient force… unable to make ‘God Strike’ penetrate the earth’s core.”

"Varied……"

Rick was slightly taken aback.

No... this situation was also expected.

Even based on the data provided by the Skywing race, the extent of Altshu's divine strike was unimaginable and impossible to calculate precisely.

Besides...

"You think you can deflect the God of War's divine attack with just the power of one machine race... If your race is so powerful, why don't you just go up to the sky and take them both down?"

The blonde girl next to him yawned widely.

"You always have such a relaxed vibe... the way you are..."

Rick was speechless.

The Mingming Cup was something they wanted, but now it feels like they're the ones worrying about it for no reason.

"You seem to have misunderstood something..."

Norns spoke slowly, his eyes lifeless.

"You're getting the Star Cup for yourself, not for us."

Rick sighed.

Indeed, in any case, the Star Cup is necessary to make this planet habitable for humans.

Without the Star Cup, humanity's survival would be virtually hopeless.

boom!!!

The white light once again engulfed our vision, followed by a tremendous roar.

For a moment, the protective shield surrounding the entire floating fortress flickered intermittently.

Rick gritted his teeth.

If those two monsters who claim to be gods continue fighting, it will inevitably lead to the worst possible outcome.

—The destruction of planets and species.

but……

"Letting Hughie try to deflect 'God Strike' is almost a gamble, and I didn't prepare any contingency plans if she failed..."

Ultimately, being able to come up with a solution to this kind of thing is already considered lucky, isn't it?

Rick bit his nails.

"Don't worry..."

Suddenly, Norns sighed softly.

"I was originally planning to just slack off like this until the very end..."

The blonde girl shook her head and stood up.

“Your method does have a chance of success, whether it’s one in ten thousand, one in ten million, or one in a trillion. I don’t need to know the exact probability; I just need to know that the possibility does exist.”

The girl who controlled her destiny raised her palm.

"As long as that kind of fate exists—I will seize it!"

Then, I gripped it tightly.

The next moment, Norns's previously energetic expression became listless again.

"Of course... we need to deal with the immediate trouble first... In my current position, this is 'our' final battle..."

Hundreds of Skywing creatures descended before our eyes in an instant.

Chapter 324 The Battle Begins

That is in the universe, which is higher than the sky and can even clearly take in the planets we were standing on with the naked eye.

A coiled purple dragon-snake, about two meters tall, floated silently.

Ophis, dressed in a black robe, was lounging with his eyes half-closed, looking quite comfortable as he reclined on his coiled body.

Before her, dazzling fireworks were bursting forth one after another.

Each firework contains enough energy to easily turn a high mountain on the ground into an abyss.

This seemingly leisurely and leisurely demeanor is not because Orpheus has completely overpowered Arthius.

The God of War is very strong.

He is faster than Orpheus, more experienced than Orpheus, and more skilled in combat than Orpheus. Moreover, each of His attacks is far more powerful than the last!

Orpheus began to understand why Artes was so determined to fight her right now.

The reason is...

—No matter how much Altshu improves, in terms of pure 'strength' and 'quantity', He will never be a match for Orpheus!

That's right, in other words, as the 'strongest' Altshu, in order to remain the strongest—

He will probably continue to 'get stronger' almost infinitely before reaching a limit where even his existence is unknown!

Orpheus waved his hand lightly.

Several beams of light shot out from the sleeves of the black robe and vanished into the space in the blink of an eye.

Almost simultaneously, on the other side, Altshu casually swept his flaming spear, powerful enough to burn away time itself, across the field.

Another series of enormous, incandescent white fireworks silently burst forth in the universe.

Artesius's spear intercepted Orpheus's serpent directly in the gap of space, burning and destroying the serpent that should have possessed infinite principles and been indestructible!

"After all, it's just a 'concept'..."

Orpheus muttered to himself.