The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

The moment Azriel asked that question, she seemed to have made a very difficult decision.

However, Orpheus's answer was calm and without any hesitation.

"It is I."

The atmosphere froze instantly, and the entire space was shrouded in silence.

"Hey..."

Azriel flashed a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Even if you're lying, can't you just say you didn't do it?"

I don't usually lie.

Orpheus responded rather casually, while stroking his chin thoughtfully.

She probably never lied, right? Well, at least I don't recall ever doing so.

After thinking for a moment, the Dragon God spoke again.

“But since Azriel said so, then… let’s just pretend I didn’t do it.”

"..."

Azriel fell silent, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

In any case, Orpheus has already admitted it, and Azriel didn't take his last sentence seriously.

For the Skywing race, Orpheus's admission was a death sentence.

A death penalty in the true sense.

Knowing who the enemy who killed the Lord was, they were bound to seek revenge.

Even if the other party is another creator of theirs.

Even if the so-called revenge is nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame.

The idea of ​​enduring and lying low is simply impossible for the Skywing race. With Altshu gone, the Skywing race, whose combat strength cannot be replenished, has only one path: to continue to weaken.

Moreover, the clansmen couldn't wait any longer.

If we're going to fight, we should do it now, when our fighting strength is at its peak.

Azriel suddenly didn't know what to do.

Should we forbid our clansmen from seeking revenge?

Even if the tribespeople did listen, having lost their purpose—having lost the weapon to wield—they would only embark on a path of self-destruction.

Agree to revenge?

That would be an even faster death.

Azriel was not unaffected by the God of War's defeat; on the contrary, she was more devastated than any other Winged One.

As the strongest among the Skywing race, she could better appreciate the power of the God of War than others, and her faith in the God of War was even stronger.

Naturally, the defeat of the God of War had a far greater impact on her than on other Skywing species.

But she was ultimately the commander of the entire wing.

Now that she has borne this title, she must consider the survival of the entire clan, instead of following the hatred and pushing the entire clan into the fire.

That was an opponent that even the God of War couldn't defeat!

The Skywing race is fundamentally incapable of producing combat power surpassing that of the God of War.

"No, if I had to say something..."

Azriel glanced at Jibril and gave a wry smile.

She's overthinking it. Even if the little jeep could actually do it, it would be a long time coming.

"Hey! I have a question!"

Suddenly, Jibril, still in her loli form, raised her hand.

"God of War... Lord Artesius, is he really dead?"

Before anyone else could react, Jibril asked seriously.

"..."

Azriel's eyes suddenly lit up.

She really hadn't thought of that question.

This might be an opportunity...

"I don't know."

Orpheus's response was so decisive that Azriel's heart, which hadn't even had a chance to catch its breath, immediately felt a heavy weight lifted off her shoulders.

Although I don't know what 'don't know' means, this is enough...

As long as she 'doesn't know,' she can find all sorts of reasons to stop the Skywing race from seeking death.

However, she was still very curious about the details and looked at Orpheus with her two companions, puzzled.

The dragon goddess girl simply shrugged.

She genuinely didn't know.

In theory, a divine species whose divine essence has been destroyed is absolutely doomed, and completely so.

Even if in the future another divine essence capable of becoming the strongest concept is activated, creating a new 'strongest' divine species, it might be an Asanite or Asiite, but it could never be an Alteish.

But Artes... she gave Orpheus a strange feeling.

Arthas is very powerful, and this is not just referring to his physical strength.

His intellect and abilities are both exceptional.

The opponent's goal from beginning to end was never to fight Orpheus, even though He Himself was quite looking forward to the battle and was enjoying it.

But in essence, His purpose in using war as a source of power is merely to make this war His final nourishment.

--- Free yourself from the shackles of the essence, transcend the nourishment of this world.

Sitting at the top is certainly comfortable, but no one wants to be at the top while stuck in a well.

It's understandable that Altshu would want to break free from the constraints of this world after encountering Orpheus, who doesn't belong to this world.

When the clone fought Altshu earlier, His connection with this world was already quite weak.

However, Orpheus had no idea whether the last 'thread' could be broken.

Whether Arthas ultimately succeeded or not, Orpheus had no way of knowing.

They might not have succeeded and were killed by Orpheus, or they might have succeeded but were still killed by Orpheus.

Of course, it is also possible that it will actually be a complete success.

—Even if He is killed by Orpheus, He has a chance to be resurrected, or perhaps He was not killed by Orpheus at all.

Orpheus didn't know, and he didn't care to know.

Whether Altshu is dead or not, that's a story that has nothing to do with Orpheus.

Even if she really did come back to life, Altshu wouldn't come looking for revenge. Even if he did, it would probably just be because he was itching for a fight and wanted a fair fight.

We can deal with it when the time comes.

"Hey, can we make a deal?"

Jibril spoke softly in a calm voice that was completely inconsistent with her loli appearance and even more inconsistent with her name, Jibril.

"The Creator isn't a being of this world, is he?"

Azriel looked at Jibril with some surprise.

What Jibril said was actually something that the higher-ups of the Skywing race had all guessed.

Orpheus's power system is completely different from that of this world. Most importantly, Altshu has mentioned this aspect of things before.

However, she didn't understand why Jibril wanted to do this.

"Can you... take me away from this world?"

Jibril asked the question very seriously.

恶魔高校

Chapter 332 Crossing the Ocean to Return Home

This is a magical space composed of colorful light and shadow.

A little girl in white was laughing sweetly with a clear, bell-like voice, spreading her arms and spinning her body as if dancing.

This is a dreamlike scene.

"Hehehe, this makes it 2,333,333,333 laps. Let's keep going and try to finish lapsing for the next 100 million years!"

The little girl clenched her fists as if she were cheering herself up.

She, Gaia, also known as Earth, is approximately 4.6 billion years old, and her job is to spin around in various circles.

After encouraging herself, the girl started spinning again.

Then, it spun faster and faster until finally, the Earth turned into a tornado.

The dreamlike scene instantly became quite destructive.

Suddenly, the tornado stopped.

"Oh? The young lady is back!"

After a light, final spin, the little girl darted out with dance-like steps.

Then, the two young girls, one in black and one in white, stood face to face.