Kamen Rider Zi-O, Dimensional Descent

on the other hand.

Azriel couldn't bear that her sister Jibril was being treated like this.

Moreover, who on earth did this? Someone who could easily defeat Jibril, the strongest individual among the Skywings... Could it be a Dragon Spirit?

If it really is those lizards with metal lumps, then even if I exhaust all my strength, I must take them down—

"Lady Azriel... Lady Altshu is calling for you."

Just as Azriel had this thought, the Skywing beside her reminded her.

So Azriel immediately put everything out of her mind and rushed to the most sacred place—the location of Altshu.

Inside the enormous, resplendent temple, stood an even larger man, over two meters tall.

He is the supreme god, the war god who distorts time and space, and the absolute being who created the Skywing race.

"You seem to be in a bad mood, Individual Number One."

"No... I am simply indignant that Jibril has been attacked like this, my respected master."

Azriel knelt on the ground very respectfully, and Altshue saw through her thoughts at a glance.

"...So, the extra edition individual has indeed become that kind of situation?"

However, Alteshu's expression did not seem strange.

"That's understandable, after all, the enemy she encountered was one she could never comprehend."

"…What?"

Altshu's words made Azriel pause in surprise.

"Excuse me... what does this mean, my lord—"

"The opponent she encountered was not one she could handle; it was beyond the scope of what an individual like her could cope with... So it's not her fault; I should be thanking her instead."

The string of words left Azriel completely bewildered.

And just then...

Boom! The entire city of Abant Heim was suddenly shaken violently.

"Whoa—!"

Even Azriel was caught up in the commotion.

Only Althu remained expressionless, even... with a faint smile on his face.

"I see... So you're here to comply with the monkeys' plan?"

"What? Master... what does this mean—"

"Lady Azriel! There are intruders outside!"

Her subordinates immediately began communicating with Azriel, and upon receiving the information, Azriel's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What did you say? There's only one... person among the intruders?!"

“Alright, then you shall lead them through all of this, Individual Number One.”

After hearing Altshu's order, Azriel nodded quickly and then immediately went with countless Skywings to the door of Avant Heim.

but.

After they all arrived outside the temple.

What awaited them... was a scene far beyond their wildest imagination.

wow-

Countless Skywings were subsequently knocked to the ground.

Only one figure remained, suspended in mid-air.

He stepped into the void, approaching step by step, holding a strangely shaped weapon in his hand.

A silver-purple figure.

He was surrounded by an overwhelming aura... he was practically like a demon king.

And what awaited him was...

It was a legion of Skywing races, numbering over a hundred...

"They're all out."

Shilun Yanming—he calmly observed all of this and spoke indifferently.

"It's proceeding just as I predicted."

Volume 7, No Game No Life ZERO: Chapter 303 The Strongest God of War in the World

That was like purgatory.

Countless Skywings were defeated, but they did not fall to the ground... instead, they remained suspended in mid-air.

Azriel could tell at a glance that this was time stop; all these Skywings had their own time frozen, suspended in mid-air like trash.

But that should be impossible.

Although the number of Skywings defeated by this person was not large, the fact that Skywings could be defeated was enough to amaze them.

Led by Azriel, countless Skywing races became wary of Yan Ming before them.

But what about Yan Ming's side?

He ignored the Skywing race's confrontation and instead walked towards them step by step without any panic.

Even though he was high in the sky above the clouds, he could stop time and step on the frozen space step by step.

Although time and space should be things that the Skywing race can easily control, however—

'Are you kidding me...? We Skywing race are a race that can freely manipulate space and time! How could we possibly have our time stopped by someone else?!'

This was what Azriel truly couldn't understand, so she didn't hesitate to use magic to scout out the enemy before her.

The other Skywing races did the same thing, all using analytical magic to try to figure out what race the other was.

And so.

Only after they fully understood the truth did true fear begin to creep into their hearts.

"Humans?"

Those Skywing creatures stood frozen in place, some even their expressions gradually turning ferocious.

"How is that possible? A monkey... how can it fly in the sky?!"

"Why would this monkey be here? How did it get up here?"

"Could it be... that he's the guy who defeated all our Winged Race and Goblin Race warships before?!"

Recalling the recent rumors, and considering the results of the current analysis, these Skywing species were all thrown into a panic.

Yan Ming will not give them any chance.

He slightly raised the blade, pointing it at his opponent with a slight arc.

--boom!!

Time seemed to accelerate instantly.

Yan Ming's speed was accelerated to a level dozens of times greater than his normal speed, and he arrived in front of the Skywing race in an instant.

What he did was very simple.

He simply swung his sword forward.

Boom!! Then, the powerful force transformed into shockwaves and sword energy, instantly bombarding these Skywing races.

"Waaaaah—!"

"Quickly, block this guy's attack!"

The Skywings flew to the front and used the defensive magic covering their bodies to forcefully withstand the attack.

Because behind them lies the place of the supreme god who created them, and they must not allow mere monkeys to touch that supreme deity.

Bang—!! The force and impact struck the Skywing races completely.

The shockwave spread outwards in a circular arc, not only blowing away all the clouds within a ten-kilometer radius, but also affecting and shaking the area below the clouds.

Despite the protective magic, the Skywing races were still affected.

That strike was more powerful than simply shattering a mountain.

The Dragon Spirit race, which is usually even stronger than the Skywing race, already possesses power capable of shattering mountains and rivers. Most Skywing races' Sky Strike attacks can also reach this level.

No one could have imagined that a human being could reach the same level through their own efforts.

It's too early to be surprised.

*Crack*—Ignoring the actions of the Skywing race, Yan Ming continued to raise his sword, pouring a steady stream of power into the strongest ultimate sword.

"What are you all doing? Block that monkey! We absolutely cannot let him touch Lord Artesu even slightly!!"

Boom!! The Skywings flew out from both sides, some wielding weapons formed from photons, others using golden feathers as weapons, and continuously attacked the figure in the center.

Yan Ming neither stopped these people's time nor manipulated spacetime to allow those moves to flow outside the timeline.

He simply pressed the button on the hilt of his sword.

"Knight's Slash!"

The power was amplified, equivalent to a small-scale finishing move, and swept out in the form of a knight's slash.

But even this alone was enough to take the lives of these Skywing races.

Because ultimately...

Even if it's just an enhancement to an ordinary slash... this is already a power that far surpasses the level of "slicing through mountains".

then…

The deep purple sword energy shot out in a straight line like a crescent moon.

It tore through the protective shields of countless Skywings in one go, and with the residual force of its power, it blew away countless Skywings. It also destroyed the temple called Avant Heim, and several of its pure white stone pillars were shattered.

Azriel gritted her teeth and teleported to the front of the sword aura.

Buzz—! She quickly distorted space and time and began to manipulate space.

Yan Ming's sword energy was finally neutralized, but just neutralizing that one attack left Azriel feeling completely exhausted.

"So...powerful, it's almost comparable to the power of a dragon spirit!!"

Only a Skywing species could unleash a Sky Strike at this level with all its might, yet Yan Ming could release it continuously with ease.

When she came to her senses again, Azriel saw that the figure in silver-purple armor was already standing directly in front of her.

——！

She immediately felt as if her heart was about to tighten.

Then, Yan Ming calmly swung his sword, delivering a simple strike that instantly severed Azriel's default protective magic.

"Why use such a weak defensive spell when you could use a stronger one?"

"What did you say…!"

Azri immediately gritted her teeth. The Skywing race usually did not deliberately adjust their defensive magic, because the values ​​of this magic were personally adjusted by Altshu, and out of respect, they would not change the state of this magic.

And the supreme ruler, the strongest being in the world, bestowed upon them this blessing... yet they were mocked like this?

Or is it just a mere monkey?!

"Don't get too cocky... What right do you have to talk nonsense to us, the creations of the Supreme God?!"

A tremendous amount of energy was constantly emanating from Azriel.

As the spirit's energy was being continuously drained, Yan Ming felt a powerful force rising within him, while at the same time—a chilling aura swept over him from behind.

Countless Skywings manipulated spacetime, attempting to distort space behind them to crush their own bodies.

Bang!

But before that, Yan Ming had already foreseen this future.