The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

The concept of infinity sounds sophisticated, but when applied to infinity, the concept of infinity is far inferior to true infinity.

If it were truly infinite, it could directly cause a Big Bang, or even something more extreme.

After all, the so-called infinite is beyond the scope of what wisdom can comprehend.

Orpheus used a method that imitated the way the inheritor had used infinity, attacking directly with the concept of infinity.

It's less of a concept and more of an illusion.

A spear that embodies infinite power, a shield that contains infinite strength.

Without a doubt, it was an attack that was absolutely unstoppable and a defense that was absolutely impenetrable.

Labeling all his moves with the 'infinite' tag, giving them this effect—while Orpheus can't directly unleash truly infinite attacks now, doing so is already quite easy.

But that was ultimately just a concept.

Arthas's flames can burn not only time, but even concepts.

The snake, which supposedly possesses the principle of 'infinity,' is, to Altshu, merely a hidden weapon with strong penetrating power and a lot of contained energy.

"Is that all?!"

The strongest war god grinned ferociously, his eighteen wings unfurling behind him. He held a gun in one hand and swung his other hand fiercely.

A burst of light erupted.

Even the divine strike just now seemed utterly insignificant compared to this light.

No, or rather, this is the true divine strike.

A true god-like strike!

That was divine power capable of easily shattering stars.

Even if you put several planets in front of Orpheus, they would be pierced through as easily as nothing.

This is a strike with such power.

Orpheus pressed his hand slightly in response.

───!

The thick beam of light suddenly shifted dramatically, passing right by Orpheus and heading straight towards the edge of the universe until it disappeared from the sight of the two combatants.

Using the power of fate to assist omniscience and omnipotence, and achieving something that should be almost impossible and incredibly bizarre in theory simply by 'making wishes come true'—unlike that inheritor, this is the path that Orpheus himself has forged.

The God of War, Artesius, laughed with excitement.

The Dragon God responded with a lazy smile that carried a hint of provocation.

The two were only just warming up for their fight.

……

……

boom!!!

The impact, accompanied by a heatwave, pressed down on the battlefield.

The two outer fleets were rocking back and forth, and several of the seemingly sturdy steel monsters appeared to be unable to withstand the pressure and were emitting thick smoke.

—The forest elves could survive thanks to the ancient fourth blessing, but the goblin species did not have a defense mechanism of that level.

Everyone knew that it was just the aftermath of a battle between two gods.

It was merely the aftermath.

"...Is there still no news from the Giants and the Fantasy Race?"

Ronnie, with one hand on the control panel in front of him, asked calmly.

"..."

There was no answer, but Ronnie himself knew the answer.

It's one thing if one ally doesn't come, but if two don't come, it's either because they've conspired together or something bad is about to happen.

The possibility of collusion is very low, after all, all covenants have a binding force that goes beyond psychological covenants.

In any case, it's probably never going to happen again.

Even worse...

Ronnie pulled up images from outside the fleet.

Above the fleet, streaks of afterimages flashed by.

At the same time, countless beams of light poured down.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom───

Under the lingering devastation of the weapons, the goblin fleet, having lost its trump card of marrow explosion, was virtually powerless to resist.

They could only fire their cannons futilely, unable to even harm a single Skywing.

Within minutes, countless frigates plummeted into the sea, billowing black smoke and losing power.

Among them were even ships that were directly cut in two by a single shot.

Ronnie clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

This fleet is more than that, but so what?

Regardless of their strength, even if they go all out, they are definitely no match for the Skywing race.

Escape is probably possible... but this best, and possibly only, chance to win has slipped through my fingers.

Ronnie stared resentfully at the enormous fireball before him.

God Strike... God Strike!

Even if someone is exceptionally talented, how can a nobody possibly fathom the might of Heaven?

The most outstanding genius of the goblin race over tens of thousands of years seemed to have aged hundreds of years in that instant.

"Order the entire ship to retreat."

The next moment, the true divine power descended from the sky and directly devoured the steel fleet whose protective shield had been almost completely destroyed by the Skywing race.

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……

Between Abant Heim and the Hanging Gardens, two groups of beautiful young women with wings on their waists gaze at each other from afar.

Beside them was the 'God Strike', compressed to its limit yet still radiating light and heat.

Even standing next to a time bomb that could explode at any moment and from which there was no chance of survival, not a single Skywing showed any fear.

"Although I don't know what the other party intends to do with the Lord's 'Divine Strike'..."

Azriel curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

"If we can't challenge the Lord, why not challenge His attack?! All troops, target 'Divine Strike,' strike!"

The three wing squads, comprising approximately two hundred Skywing species, all charged towards the fireball without exception.

Even faster, Valkyrie led the Thousand Winged Race to stand in their way.

This also heralded the start of this final battle.

Chapter 325 The Wings' Decision

Xin Ke Nierbalian squinted as she watched the falling divine strike.

"This one……"

Although I don't want to admit it, could this be...?

"Mr. Ghost?"

Xin Ke's eyes gleamed with a cold light.

Above them, countless Skywings belonging to Altshu's side were unleashing a meteor shower of attacks on the Forest Elf fleet.

At the same time, Abant Heim unleashed his full firepower, with thick beams of light crashing down on the forest elf fleet's shields like raging waves.

But they only caused a few ripples.

The Fourth Blessing of Antiquity—this divine skill that Xin Ke was so proud of finally came in handy.

There are no durability limitations; as long as it doesn't exceed the load in an instant, it can continue indefinitely.

As for the goblin race... if they don't have defensive capabilities like the forest elves, they're probably already out of the game.

Xin Ke felt a sense of unreality at the outcome of their long-standing feud.

But in the face of absolute power, the rules they set for the game are utterly meaningless.

Even now, facing the siege of the race with the strongest weaponry, the Forest Elves have no chance to fight back and can only be forced into a passive defense.

And it's unknown how long this will last.

Xin Ke temporarily disregarded the Winged Race and instead frantically activated the connection of the Elf Corridor, as well as multiple spells beyond her control.

At this moment, she was more concerned about other issues.

However... the answer remains unknown.

The true identity of the ghost that led the situation to its current state remains unknown.

No, at least we can determine the other party's current location...

"The Skywing race belonging to the 'Order' faction?"

Xin Ke looked at the huge, floating fortress.

If I had to say, this is indeed the most likely answer...

The one who can scheme against a god is naturally a god of the same rank, another god who is currently engaged in a battle with Altshu that transcends the comprehension of mortal wisdom.

But Xin Ke still felt uneasy and pushed the power of the elves to its limit.

She still wanted to know what kind of being could scheme against her to this extent.