The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Even if Shiva could react to Azriel's near-light speed, he couldn't keep up with her attack speed.

The opponent's chance of victory also lies in close combat.

However, unlike Azriel, who can take initiative, Shiva, whose speed is far inferior to that of the winged girl, can only passively wait for Azriel to approach.

From this perspective, even though she is suppressed in terms of ability, Azriel still holds the initiative.

Therefore, the God of Destruction feigned arrogance and carelessness, thus revealing a flaw—using such a tactic in a god's form undoubtedly increases its credibility several times over.

Unfortunately, it ultimately did not succeed.

Originally intending to grab Azriel's hand, it was severed by an energy spear that had somehow materialized in the hand of the Skywing girl.

"You bastard..."

With his eyes fixed on his arms flailing in the air, the God of Destruction's face broke into a maniacal grin.

"This is actually much more interesting than I imagined!"

As he spoke, golden blood gushed from the severed end of Shiva's arm.

Then, the blood pierced towards Azriel.

It contains the purest destructive power.

Even the Skywing race's defenses are meaningless in the face of this 'destruction'.

But Azriel's expression remained unchanged.

Ever since Altshu was defeated by Orpheus, Azriel has been constantly thinking about the path she should take.

Currently, the Skywing race under Azriel's command and Orpheus are, strictly speaking, in an employer-employee relationship.

During their journey, Orpheus helped them search for Altshu, whose existence they had no idea. In return, they gave Orpheus their power and their lives.

But ultimately, when it comes to whether or not Artes could be found... Azriel herself didn't believe it was truly possible.

Even if the God of War were truly alive, finding a single person in this vast universe would be far too difficult.

The reason he tolerated and even cooperated with Jibril's antics was twofold: first, to protect his sister, and second, to give the Skywing race a chance to survive.

So, what if we actually find it?

Arthas gave them life, but in return, Orpheus also gave them a gift no less than life.

And... if they fought again, could Altshu defeat Orpheus?

If they don't fight, that's fine, but if they really fight, what choices will they have?

Azriel was never able to find an answer to this question.

No, this assumption itself is meaningless. You can't come up with any answers by thinking about it unless you actually get to that point and encounter that situation.

However, only one thing is certain.

If that day ever comes, then neither Orpheus nor Arthas, whichever creator they are, she will not allow to bring shame upon them.

We cannot stand still.

Therefore, it is necessary to find a way for the race to move forward.

Golden blood sprayed out, each drop containing power enough to penetrate the defenses of the Skywing race.

The new moon shines brightly once again.

The spear, imbued with Azriel's full power, swept away all the divine blood.

—It's impossible for her to learn from her sister Jibril and massively integrate the abilities of other races into her own system; only she can walk that path.

Azriel might be able to emulate that, but that's not the right path; ordinary Skywings couldn't possibly do it.

Ultimately, there's no need to make it so complicated.

Even without simulating other techniques, the power originally bestowed upon the Skywing race by the Creator was already powerful enough.

All you need to do is unleash that power to its fullest potential.

Golden blood fell onto the purple spear, unleashing a thunderous flash.

At the same time, even more blood gushed out.

"Ugh...!!"

A huge wound appeared on his chest, running from his shoulder to his side waist, and the ease and confidence on the boy's face had completely vanished.

Even though it would be a great pity to waste the opportunity, the God of Destruction still made a swift and decisive retreat.

However, even if the decisiveness is commendable, it was still a foolish move.

Neither the speed of the Skywing race nor the speed of its attacks can match Shiva's retreating speed.

The purple spear was already pointed at the god who had the body of a boy.

The spear was badly damaged after being corroded by the blood of the gods.

However, it was not completely destroyed or even penetrated.

This is only natural, after all, it is the gun that embodies everything about Azriel.

Azriel thought of the machine called 'Wings of God' created by the Creator.

Even if their performance is inferior to your own, their control over their own abilities and combat skills are truly captivating.

While it may not yet be the ultimate form of the mythical Skywing race, at least let's aim to surpass it.

The spear is a product of forcibly condensing enormous energy; the destruction of its structure represents an imbalance of energy.

An immense amount of energy—equivalent to the total power of a single Sky Strike—is about to erupt from Azriel's hands.

Azriel did not stop it.

A violent surge of energy erupted.

Then, it expanded again without warning.

Two times, four times, eight times.

"Varied?!"

This is a force far beyond what was expected.

Shiva tried to forcefully begin the transfer spell, but it was too late.

Azriel had already added a spell to the raging energy, giving it a directional quality.

Then, the enormous light engulfed Shiva.

"This kind of..."

It didn't end there.

The boy, the god of destruction, stretched out his only remaining hand to his chest, shattering all the oncoming impacts.

"Not yet settled."

As long as we can withstand this wave of attacks—

───!

The God of Destruction widened his eyes.

His thoughts and words were severed from the bottom up along with the beam of light.

No, if we were to calculate it...

— We also need to add his body.

Looking at Azriel slowly raising her spear above, the God of Destruction sighed.

"Even if the bombardment was just a smokescreen, I didn't expect that I would still be unable to see the situation clearly until the very end... It was expected that I would not be able to defeat the Infinite Dragon God, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even touch him."

"Sorry, I just received orders to pay a little more attention."

Without her usual carefree smile, Azriel carefully sheathed the spear that held the power of a Heavenly Strike.

"Besides, this is a rare opportunity, and I don't want to lose to my sister."

Even she insisted on maintaining a certain image in front of her sister.

Even if that image has long since vanished without a trace.

The boy smiled helplessly.

"Is that so? I didn't expect I was just a sacrifice for your performance contest. What a pity, my wish and my mission are not yet fulfilled..."

"Then I'll accept it all."

"...Is that so? Whatever you want."

After uttering his last words, Shiva's consciousness sank into darkness.

What finally came into his view was a golden light that seemed to suck away even fate itself.

"───The disrupted order, the takeover."

And those emotionless, cold words, the complete opposite of the liveliness they displayed when they first met.

Chapter 420 The Wrath of Hades

The golden orb of light was delivered to Norns's eyes.

"Did you get it done? To be honest, I didn't expect you to be the fastest. After all, you're Shiva, the one in mythology who can control the creation and destruction of the universe with the opening and closing of his eyes. Even if it's a fake, it's not so easy to deal with."

The blonde girl took the ball of light and examined it.

"With destruction as his desire and destruction as his mission, this guy was planning to destroy the world through his battle with Orpheus, wasn't he? It's a pity he failed to do so."

With an attitude of indifference, Norns tossed the orb back into Azriel's hands.

"And that guy never knew that Orpheus's methods for achieving his goal were actually quite similar to his goal itself."

Azriel, standing in front, tilted her head, holding the ball of light in her hands.

Then, she simply ignored those words that she had no interest in thinking about at all.

"Is it still not over on the Jeep's end?"