I, the anti-superman, have hacked into the chat group.

This isn't considered very long, considering it involves traversing the universe. It takes several hours to travel from one city to another, let alone now.

As time passed, a circular gap slowly emerged in the center of the colliding particle stream, revealing the influence of another world.

"Exactly twenty minutes, just as calculated before, and the system is running very stably," Riku said after timing with the light ring. He was pleased with the smooth operation of the plan.

But things are never that simple.

Shortly after he finished speaking, a loud rumble was heard, and the entire underground cave trembled. The rock walls of the ceiling collapsed, revealing the purple crystals inside.

That was the purple lamp energy that Riku buried there to reinforce the cave. Just like the red lamp flame that is unique to red lamp energy, purple lamp, as the other extreme of the emotional spectrum, also has a special energy. That is, it can form solid purple crystals. If these crystals were not blocking it, this cave would probably have collapsed long ago.

"What happened?"

"Some races can sense the changes in space. You can continue, I will handle it."

……

Although the Skywing race's fortress was large, it didn't feel bulky at all, and it brought them to their destination in just twenty minutes.

Some races, observing the unusual movements of the Skywing and Dragon Spirit races, actually wanted to move towards human territory, but they were too slow. Crossing half a continent and passing through the territories of other races was not something everyone could do.

The Skywing race was able to get away with the entire base because no one dared to stop them. After arriving here, they only saw the Dragon Spirit race. These two races are special; they can combine the power of their entire race relatively easily.

"That's the Wise Dragon King! This is an extremely rare head, hehehe." Jibril looked at the white dragon in front of her and couldn't help but laugh. The Skywing race had a habit of collecting the heads of their enemies as spoils of war.

"Could it be that this commotion was caused by the dragon spirits?" Azriel wondered.

"Why bother with all that? Just kill the Dragon King and we'll know. With our master here, these dragons are no match for us," the surrounding Skywing races shouted.

The Dragon King was the first to sense the anomaly in the space. During his journey, he encountered several of his subordinate dragons, bringing the total number of dragons on the battlefield to six, including himself.

On average, a dragon's combat power is equivalent to 50 to 100 Skywing creatures, while the Dragon King is even more extraordinary. With the help of five capable subordinates, the Wise Dragon King is confident in dealing with the siege of Skywing creatures.

However, the situation on the scene was not like that. The Dragon King took the initiative to retreat, keeping a certain distance from the Winged Race, and chose a different route from the Winged Race's fortress, vaguely revealing a sense of fear.

The Wise Dragon King gazed at the distant Fantasy Species Abantheim, as if trying to see into the very center of the other's room, the room of the Creator of the Winged Species, the God of War.

There are three Dragon Kings among the Dragon Spirits. The strongest of them is the Ultimate Dragon King, who died at the hands of the God of War.

The Dragon King and the God of War fought a battle that solidified the God of War's status as the strongest, but at the same time, the God of War lost a satisfactory opponent. Since then, the God of War has stayed in Abangteheim and has never come out again.

The Wise Dragon King is the least enthusiastic about war among the dragon spirits. He rarely sees the white dragon he represents on the battlefield. Unless absolutely necessary, the Wise Dragon King does not want to have anything to do with the God of War.

However, war is never something that can be stopped by one side simply by saying so.

Led by Jibril, a large number of Skywing creatures appeared in front of the Smart Dragon King in an instant, leaving only Azriel to guard the fortress.

The Skywing race presents itself as a beautiful angelic maiden, with halos and wings, which grow on her waist and the side of her head, respectively. In terms of abilities, they are the most spatially sensitive race besides the Dragon Spirit race, and they also have their own unique abilities.

With the ability to teleport, they can appear anywhere whose coordinates are known.

The Skywing races were all in high spirits, eager to add the White Dragon's head to their collections, as it was an extremely rare collectible for them.

"You've created something this big, how can you just leave like that? Won't you stay a little longer?" the Skywing said with a fake smile.

"Fool." The dragon spirit didn't offer any explanation, but calling the other person that way was tantamount to implying that their idea was wrong.

However, the Skywing race didn't care much about the truth; they came out to fight, and the Azriel who stayed behind were responsible for thinking about things.

"I've defeated a white dragon before, but I've never tried the Dragon King before. He'll put your head in a very high position."

Jibril laughed, holding a piece of white bone in her hand. It was the bone of a dragon spirit, the most solid substance on the planet, and very suitable for breaking through dragon scales.

She is the most special of the Skywing species, actively training and growing, and her combat power far surpasses that of ordinary Skywing species. She once accomplished the feat of slaying a dragon single-handedly, which is almost impossible for Skywing species.

"Skywing Race, if you can do it, then give it a try!"

The Dragon King stopped hiding. He didn't want to fight the God of War, nor could he defeat him, but that didn't mean he was afraid. Moreover, he hated the Winged Race. Most of the Dragon Spirits had died in battles against the Winged Race. Jibril had successfully provoked his anger.

The battle was about to begin when the Dragon King unleashed a breath of dragon fire at Jibril, the intense beam turning the dark gray sky red.

"That was close! If it were someone else, you would have definitely hit them." Jibril said, patting her ample chest. Thanks to her extensive combat experience, she successfully dodged the dragon's breath.

The Dragon King was not disappointed. This was just a probing attack. He dispersed the magic array in his mouth and prepared to use a different move.

However, the previous attack did not disappear into thin air. The energy that Jibril could not stop was all blasted into the ground. The hard rocks were blown away like dust by the aftershocks, changing the terrain and revealing the purple crystal beneath.

"What is that?" Jibril asked curiously, looking at the amethyst.

She could sense that those crystals contained a powerful force, one she had never seen before, so much so that she hadn't noticed it at first.

Chapter 278 The God's War Intent

Jibril discovered the purple crystal buried underground. She was very curious about this energy that she had never seen before. She was too busy fighting to take a look, but she was not annoyed because she knew that Azriel would definitely investigate.

Jibril composed herself and began to focus on the battle, displaying exceptional mobility.

She was looking for an opportunity. The dragon bone in her hand was a more solid material than dragon scales. As long as she found the right moment and applied enough force to it, she could use it to break through the Dragon King's defenses like a bullet.

……

While the Skywings and Dragonkin were locked in fierce battle, Azriel, who had stayed behind, arrived at the amethyst that had been blasted out by the Wise Dragon King, just as Jibril had expected.

Azriel walked on the amethyst. She could feel that the crystal beneath her feet was formed of energy, but she had never seen anything like it before, and it had nothing to do with elves.

Azriel clenched her fist into a claw and fiercely grabbed at the amethyst at her feet, trying to pry off a sample. However, after the blow, the crystal was completely undamaged, while her fingers were in excruciating pain from the impact.

These barriers are now completely under Riku's control, and he is sparing no expense to keep them in their most robust state. Without interstellar-level power, no one can break them.

Azriel rubbed her fingers. Her casual strike naturally couldn't leave a mark on the barrier, but it wasn't a complete loss; she had indeed come into contact with the purple lamp energy.

"Strange, why did I suddenly think of Ji-chan?" Azriel muttered to herself in confusion, using a verbal tic that she usually used when she was playing around with her sisters.

"Because the crystal beneath your feet is formed from emotional energy, and your own emotions resonate with it."

The emotion represented by the purple lantern is love, but it doesn't necessarily refer to romantic love. Love between siblings also counts as love. For example, the DC character Captain Cold's feelings for his sister are represented by the purple of love in the eyes of the Black Lantern Corpse.

"who!"

As Azriel was thinking, she suddenly heard a voice behind her. Someone had completely bypassed her senses, which startled her so much that she quickly turned around and met the eyes of the person who had come into contact with her.

"Hello," Carl waved.

Azriel instantly unleashed a Sky Strike, a natural skill of the Skywing race that allows them to mobilize most of their energy in a short time and compress and release it to form a powerful barrage.

Azriel knew nothing about Karl's background, not even his race, but she still went all out from the start. There was no time to hesitate on the battlefield. Since her opponent could approach her silently, he was very likely to kill her in secret. She had to make the first move.

The Sky Strike had a high output, but naturally, it couldn't harm Karl. He was least afraid of this kind of pure energy release, which was much easier to deal with than the Qimen Xiaodao.

The attack stopped quickly, and the surrounding mountains were sheared off several times, but Karl remained unharmed.

Seeing this, Azriel hurriedly prepared to activate Sky Strike to escape, which consumed most of her energy. If she continued, she might fall into a state of weakness due to insufficient energy.

"Don't go yet." Karl instantly appeared in front of Azriel, grabbed her arm, and gently pulled her to the side.

He didn't know how to seal off space and stop the teleportation, but he could use a more direct method to interfere with the caster when the other party was casting magic.

Karl disrupted Azriel's balance, causing her to fall to the side. This wasn't an attack and naturally wouldn't cause her any harm. However, this unexpected turn of events prevented her from unleashing her spatial magic.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. As a natural magic of the Skywing race, Sky Shift wouldn't suffer any backlash from a failed casting; it could simply be done again.

But things are different now. Azriel's energy is almost depleted, and the failure of Sky Shift was the last straw that broke her back. She had to enter an energy-saving mode to reduce her energy consumption.

Azriel's body began to emit a faint light, and as Karl held her arm, she shrank continuously until she became a little girl less than a meter tall.

“Hmm…” Azriel knew she had lost, but there was nothing she could do now but glare at Karl.

“Don’t look at me like that, as if I’m bullying someone,” Karl said, releasing Azriel’s arm.

However, Azriel has now lost her ability to fly, so releasing her resulted in her falling flat on her backside.

This was none of his business; Karl stared straight ahead, pretending not to see anything.

"You won. What do you want to do?" Azriel asked, her eyes brimming with tears. It wasn't that she was being delicate, but rather that her body had shrunk and become less stable and harder to control, causing her to cry on its own.

"It's nothing really, I just wanted to give you a heads-up," Karl said.

"What do you mean?"

“You were originally created as weapons, but that’s just talk. Emotional beings are never equivalent to weapons. Have you ever thought about how to live a normal life?” Karl said.

Azriel tilted her head, momentarily unable to grasp what Karl was trying to say.

"So, have you thought about how to live a different lifestyle?"

"The Skywing race was born of gods, we are the swords of the God of War, and we will fight for... wait, do you mean I should assume that the God of War will fail?"

Azriel, halfway through her sentence, finally understood Karl's purpose. She put her hands on her hips and said confidently, "Such an assumption is completely meaningless, because the God of War will never fail."

“Oh, are you sure?” Carl chuckled.

"Of course."

"Just because something hasn't happened doesn't mean it's impossible. He's the God of War, but not the God of Victory. He's the strongest god, but not the invincible one."

"Hmph, you say the God of War will fail, what led you to such a conclusion?"

"Then you'd better watch out."

"I'm asking you what you want, let me go..."

As Karl spoke, he grabbed Azriel by the back of her collar and carried her toward the fortress in the sky.

……

No sooner had Karl and Azriel left than Jibril and the Dragon King arrived. They had been drawn here by Azriel's Sky Strike. The battle had barely begun when Azriel unleashed a desperate Sky Strike, clearly indicating that something unusual had happened here.

The person who can directly force the Skywing race to unleash Sky Strike is definitely a strong one. Although the Dragon Spirit race and the Skywing race are at odds, they do not want the hidden entity to take advantage of their struggle.

"Azriel!" When Jibril arrived at the scene, there was no one there. However, she knew which direction to chase. Karl couldn't teleport; he flew straight ahead. The black ash that had been torn apart in the sky could guide Jibril's way.

The fortress of the Skywing race, the location of the God of War, is where everyone is converging.

The Skywing race used Skyshift to teleport back to their base camp one by one, while the Dragon Spirit race, led by the Wise Dragon King, circled around the fortress.

At this moment, the attention that was originally focused on the human side has been shifted by Karl to the battlefield in the sky. The spatial fluctuations that are not yet known to the public may be worth noting, but what is happening on the battlefield cannot be ignored.

The black ash and debris of the spirits that filled the sky began to slowly gather, and a huge storm was forming.

Spirit storms are a headache for most races. They severely affect the operation of elves, and almost everyone tries their best to avoid them. It is a natural disaster.

However, at this very moment, the natural disaster is existing in a man-made form. This storm of spirit remains is entirely centered on the fortress of the Skywing race, and its scale is unprecedented.

If someone were in space looking back at this planet, they would see that this gathering of spirits and remains looks like a vortex eye painted on the planet.

"My lord, may I ask what this is?" A dragon spirit came to the wise dragon king and asked.