That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

That was the body of the fantasy species Abant Heim, and also the country inhabited by the Skywing species.

"I have been waiting for you, my nemesis," declared the mechanically indifferent voice.

A large number of Skywings appeared in front of Abant Heim. The number was not very large, estimated to be over a thousand, and the leader was the Skywing Extra Individual Jibril.

Chapter 270 The Strongest Proof

Jibril's gaze ignored the distance and landed on Hall in the ship's seat. Although the posture was different now, she still recognized Hall as the commander who had wiped out more than two hundred Skywings in outer space that day.

A cruel smile spread across her pretty face adorned with tattoos: "So that's how it is. It wasn't the scrap metal that was good at imitation that confronted us; it was always you, always the weakest race... Mr. Monkey."

Jibril turned her head slightly, staring into the depths of Abant Heim, and sneered, "It's laughable that we've been entangled with a bunch of monkeys showing off their tricks for so long, and even fought back with such seriousness, Your Majesty."

"..."

After a brief silence, a voice filled with anticipation and laughter proclaimed: "So what? There is no one in heaven or on earth who can defeat us. What difference is there between the weak and the weakest? Only the weak need to play tricks."

"The weak before ascending to the throne are the challengers I look forward to. The strong are those who indiscriminately destroy their opponents and can manipulate them at will."

What is war!

What is a God of War?

War is a bloodbath, from individuals to races, a slaughter where life and death are the stakes, the losers are eliminated, and the winners survive and challenge the stronger.

The result of countless repeated battles is the birth of the God of War.

The weak struggle, yearn, rage, hate, and use all their wisdom to hover on the line between life and death, challenging the stronger.

This is war!

Therefore, the God of War craves war.

Born of war, surviving because of war, what reason does the God of War have to refuse challenges from the weak?

Having emerged from all wars and battles, he had not had a challenger stand before him for far too long.

Only the strongest can be worthy of unquestionable arrogance.

If the weak flaunt their intelligence, what should the strong do?

Fear? Hesitation? Anxiety?

This is all the work of the weak, and it is what the weak want to do.

All the strong need to do is crush the weak and their tricks, inflicting destruction and despair.

This is the answer for the strongest, the monarch, and the god.

Jibril understood her monarch's thoughts and coldly laughed, "I see. Your monarch hasn't changed at all."

Jibril had already experienced the power of a monarch firsthand when she led two hundred of her kind in a challenge. She immediately waved her hand and commanded: "Wings of the Lord! Strongest followers! All Skywings, heed my command! Now is the proof of our existence. Destroy those foolish traitors who have offended the Lord, and let these ants feel what divine power is!"

"Entrust all your strength to the Lord!"

Black wings unfurled from the back of the Skywing race, and the power of over a thousand [Sky Strike] attacks gathered into the body of the God of War, Artes.

On the throne, a tall man rested his face on his hand, looking down at everything. His gaze seemed to materialize and transcend the distance of space as he landed on Hall. He revealed a cruel sneer, which he hadn't shown in a long time, and lightly tapped the armrest of the throne with his finger.

In an instant, the world changed.

"If the rule of this world is the survival of the fittest, then is the strongest the essence of my being?"

"Today, this age-old question will be answered."

The power of the God of War manifested, proclaiming the absolute truth of this world. This strike was the might of heaven, etching the strongest proof in this world.

The universe, space, time, rules—everything was shattered. A massive door opened on the outside of the world, swallowing up the planet's sky along with it.

Rumble~

A destructive storm swept across the planet's surface, and a massive vortex swirled in the sky, twisting and swallowing up all the clouds, air, spirits, and even the collapsing earth.

It combines the strongest attack of over a thousand Skywing species and is unleashed with the most powerful essence.

A power that transcends the rules of the universe and shatters the laws of the world.

——Godstriking

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"What... exactly is that?"

"What is a divine species?"

Sink Nielbaren stared blankly at the vortex in the sky that was devouring everything, speechless for a moment, with only this question left in his mind.

The image of the invincible gods she once held collapsed. She realized that gods and beings like herself were not even in the same dimension, and that no amount of imagination could definitively define a god.

Artesius's attack was even better than Hall had described.

This is the strongest. Can humanity really defeat such a being?

Hall squinted, staring at the vortex in the sky that seemed to be swallowing the world. Small fry. I've seen all the worlds I've been through. (crossed out)

Damn, I don't think I've ever seen this before!

Even though Hall was fearless of death, as a living being, a weak human being, he instinctively felt his own insignificance and fear in the face of such a devastating blow.

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Hall calmly ordered, "Go, First Squad, greet the strongest."

"For the sake of his legacy."

More than a dozen deities nodded in understanding, their bodies transforming into different colored lights that surged into the sky and plunged into the center of the vortex.

By modifying the divine essence through the [Void Zero Blessing], the power of the active divine essence is maximized using the principle of [Marrow Explosion]. That's right, it's the self-destruction of the divine essence of more than ten divine species to neutralize the attack of the God of War, Altshu.

After a brief silence, the vortex in the sky erupted with a blinding white light, instantly engulfing the entire world. Time stood still at that moment, and the whole world fell silent.

The vortex dissipated, and the neutralized forces lost their direction, spreading aimlessly to all parts of the world.

The land of the continent of Alera was first melted by this force, then evaporated, and endless heat spread to the entire planet. If observed from outer space, one could see the ocean slowly drying up, the land melting into magma, and the planet being eroded by a crimson glow in less than ten minutes.

Above the heavens, the fantasy creature, drawn by divine power, had its elven corridor instantly evaporated, collapsing and dying.

Deep within the mountains, the giants howled as they fell into the lava, their bodies cooked, then carbonized, and sank beneath the magma.

All the forests burst into flames and burned to the ground in less than a second.

The dragon spirit howled in despair, trying to escape. No matter how fast it flew or where it went, it was eventually overwhelmed by the spreading divine power, losing all its strength before falling from the sky.

The planet's environment seemed to have reverted to a state of chaos before the creation of the world, a place where there was no need for life.

The planet is dead, its glass burned by the power of the God of War Artesius and more than a dozen other divine beings.

Sink Nielbarn's mind went blank as he stared blankly at the sea of ​​lava below, the ship's flight altitude seemingly increasing.

No, she didn't sense the airship moving.

It should be said that the earth was evaporated, and the thickness of the earth's surface decreased by at least several thousand meters.

A female deity extended her hand to create a barrier to protect the ship. On the other hand, more than half of the lower-level Skywing species fell to the ground because they could not withstand the flow of divine power.

Their brethren did not save them; this was the battle the Skywing race craved, the most fitting place to die.

Dying here would be an unparalleled honor.

Chapter 271 One Punch God

In the chaos between heaven and earth, the laws of the world are completely distorted. Only the purest concepts of the world and its directional nature exist here, namely the divine power of the divine species.

After the divine strike, more than half of the Skywing race were lost, and the survivors were temporarily unable to move because they had divided their power among their monarchs, and their bodies shrank to their juvenile state.

Only the members of the higher-level Skywing race—the Eighteen Wings Council—are in good condition.

Furthermore, Jibril, the alternate character, also preserved her fighting strength. With a gloomy face, she stared at the chaos in the void, finding it hard to believe that the monkey had actually blocked [God's Strike] just now.

"It actually blocked the monarch's divine attack."

They're clearly a bunch of monkeys!

Jibril's cold tone was mixed with anger and resentment. She had once led two hundred Skywings to challenge the God of War, Artes, but Artes easily defeated them without even needing the power of wings.

Isn't this saying that she is weaker than this group of monkeys in front of her?

This was a fact that Jibril could not accept no matter what.

This attack also made Jibril realize the true identity of the "monkeys"—each of those black-robed monkeys who concealed their aura was a divine being.

Judging from their divine reactions just now, their individual strength was not particularly high, yet these divine beings gave Jibril an extremely dangerous feeling.

Generally speaking, deities are the embodiment of concepts, symbolizing the rules of this world, and the nature of their existence is usually similar to their own concepts.

Just as the God of War feeds on war, blood, and malice, his personality is violent, fierce, and disdainful of all things in the world, considering himself the strongest above all others.

The divine race is a group whose existence has been fixed.

Only the divine species influences this world, not the world influences the divine species, let alone using the divine species as a weapon.

If all those monkeys were divine beings, their numbers would already exceed the number of naturally occurring divine beings in this world.

Could it be that the weakest race, humans, who are no different from monkeys, have mastered the technology to create gods and the strongest beings?

Jibril's gaze was filled with a deep chill and greed. The question was meaningless, because they were indeed standing in front of her.

She wanted to know the answer!

She wants the technology to create gods!

She yearns for the unknown in this world!

Suddenly, a riot broke out among the Skywing race, and Jibril looked back in disbelief into the depths of the Skywing city.

Their monarch, the strongest being, the God of War Artesius, rose from his throne for the first time in tens of millions of years.

Golden light illuminated his tall and robust body, and eighteen radiant wings fluttered behind him, unleashing his strongest power that made the entire world tremble.

The God of War, Artesius, stepped forward, crushing the laws of space as he appeared before the army of the Skywing race. His fierce golden eyes fixed on the mechanical ships, and he grinned, letting out a low, cold laugh: "I acknowledge your identity as enemies. State the names of your races, state your names."

Jibril stood frozen in place, realizing that Arthas's words indicated he considered the human race to be the enemy.

"..."

The God of War, Artesius, pressed down on Hall with such a tangible gaze that he could hardly breathe. If he hadn't been used to facing gods, Hall might have fainted from just being swept by that gaze.