The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

I have no time to care.

White feathers fell like snowflakes.

A scene as sacred and beautiful as the appearance of angels.

But the bloody holes in their hands testify to the violence hidden beneath the beautiful scenery.

The Skywing race, a race that mobilized so many people just to deal with two beings.

Now, there are at least a thousand of them, each with an eerie light gleaming in its eyes, looking down over the entire sky.

Hyoudou Issei was already covered in cold sweat.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of being trapped in death many times, but it left a deep impression on him.

Even though the other women were all beautiful and had stunning figures, the fear that was suppressed deep in Hyoudou Issei's heart was awakened again when he faced those cold eyes.

This almost rendered him unable to move.

"Hey, don't get so close!"

The voice, coming from almost zero distance, woke Hyoudou Issei.

"Do you think I wanted this?!"

He was just said to be psychologically paralyzed, but in reality, he is also physically paralyzed.

At this moment, he and the White Dragon Emperor, who was wearing white armor, were tightly bound together by several ropes made of purple light.

They hugged each other.

Just now, the White Dragon Emperor wanted to fight him, but the two were suddenly bound by six girls who appeared and used some kind of power.

Hyoudou Issei was somewhat familiar with these six Skywing species.

After all, these six people looked exactly like the two girls who had just been with Kokabil.

They share the same petite and slender figure, the same silver hair and red eyes.

That ability to instantly kill Kokabier... is probably the same.

The other Skywings around them all looked different. The first Skywing I saw that killed Asia didn't look like this either... You can basically tell that these are special.

At least not all Skywing species possess this level of strength.

Conversely, given their ability to easily kill Kokabile, the opposing side casually dispatched six people to deal with the two of them.

The Skywing race... just how much hidden power does this race possess?

Hyoudou Issei couldn't imagine it.

I don't even have the courage to imagine it.

……

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"Hey, this isn't the kind of atmosphere that makes it easy to make a choice."

Faced with the overwhelming horde of Skywings, Azazel raised his hands with a wry smile.

"I'm a seriously injured patient. Could you please tone down your murderous intent a little? This feeling of facing death directly is not pleasant."

No one of the Skywing races paid any attention to the Fallen Angel Governor.

He had no choice but to put his hands down.

"In the end, you haven't clearly stated what you're choosing... However, although I don't understand the concept of order, this point about 'reshaping'..."

Azazel's flippant expression vanished, replaced by seriousness.

"You, in the end, share the same thoughts as those three guys who were out of touch with the times..."

The Fallen Angel Governor's words could not be finished.

The hundreds of Skywing creatures around him who had previously shown no reaction to his crosstalk suddenly focused their attention on him.

An unprecedentedly immense killing intent pressed down on him, and Azazel gritted his teeth.

Looking directly into the eyes of the Skywing is like looking directly into death.

And if you were to be stared at directly by hundreds of Skywings... Azazel unfortunately experienced that feeling today.

—This is the race born in the flames of war, whose very existence brings death.

"Oh dear, to actually compare the Creator to three insignificant little bats, it seems quite audacious of a crow that is merely a bit larger."

Jibril swung her hair, gripping the heads of the three 'little bats,' a dangerous smile spreading across her face.

"Lord Dragon God."

However, just as the atmosphere was tense, a gentle yet stern voice broke into the conversation.

Even the murderous aura that was almost tangible and could not be withstood even by a high-level demon was mostly dispersed by these words, which were as gentle as a breeze.

The dragon goddess girl looked in the direction from which the sound came with a smile.

There, an angel wielding a golden spear of light strode resolutely toward Orpheus.

"Hey, Michael..."

Azazel frowned.

Among the bigwigs present, he was the one who spoke most of the time, not because he was the highest-ranking, but because he was the most eloquent among them.

However, the angel who stepped forward now seems to want to take over this responsibility.

The fallen angel governor was very confused.

It's not that he was particularly obsessed with this job, but angels are a race that is not well-suited for negotiation.

After all, when it comes to matters of order, this race is completely stubborn and headstrong.

The current issue seems to involve order.

However, Michael simply shook his head calmly at Azazel's question, indicating that his former colleague should calm down.

Of all those present, the only one with even a slight chance of successfully establishing communication with Orpheus was this angel.

"Hmm, it's Gabriel, isn't it?"

Tilting her head and thinking for a moment, the dragon goddess girl uttered the other person's name.

The highest-ranking twelve-winged angel, Seraphim Gabriel.

At the same time, it also serves as a bridge for communication between the angels and Uruk.

Whether or not she actually fulfilled this responsibility, at least on the surface she was in charge of it.

It could be said that this angel was the one most familiar with Orpheus among the three factions present.

Even so, Gabriel only met Orpheus a few times.

After all, even if two super otaku lived next door to each other, they would probably rarely see each other.

They were practically just casual acquaintances.

However, Gabriel had no choice.

Given the current situation, even if she really wanted to slack off, she had to step forward.

And to be honest, Orpheus's question did indeed touch upon the issues that the angels cared about most.

"Lord Dragon God, what exactly is this 'order' you speak of? Do you truly intend to bring this world under your rule?"

"I have no interest in power and tyranny in this world."

Orpheus responded with a calm smile.

"All I hope for is to rebuild 'order'."

"What will it become after the reconstruction?"

"Nothing will change; it will be no different for you than it is now."

Therefore, Gabriel always felt that dealing with people who could never clearly express themselves was a painful experience.

"It's simply a matter of destroying the existing order and then rebuilding it, nothing more."

However, the other party finally touched on the issue that the angel truly cared about.

"Disrupt the existing order...and then rebuild it?"

He repeated it to himself, then fell silent.

Regardless of the reason, disrupting order is a bottom line that angels will never tolerate.

The Seraph opened its mouth.

However, he could never fluently express the words that he found unacceptable.

Whether she was sent to her death or not was not important to her.

The most important thing... if they really break up, she can forget about playing Uruk's games!

No, it has nothing to do with that.

The important thing is the very survival of the angel race.

Gabriel could not make a decision, nor could he make Michael make a decision.

Because Michael's answer didn't even need confirmation.

And she herself... probably doesn't need it.

Gabriel took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.

However, she didn't have time to say her answer.

"Hmm, but I'm not some kind of demon either."

Orpheus suddenly chuckled and waved his hand.

The light in the eyes of the surrounding Skywing creatures slowly faded.

Everyone immediately felt a sense of relief.

"It's okay if we don't have to make a choice now."