When she first saw Jibril's embarrassed posture, Azril thought that this sister ran to challenge the Dragon King of the Dragon race, or the Ex-Machina whose entire race is always united as a whole, or even a certain hidden God.
I didn't expect Jibril's opponents to be only the elves.
What happened to the elves that had disappeared from the most central battlefield of the continent for a long time?
Azril came to the throne of her creator, folded her wings, and lowered her nimbus to the man who was sitting leisurely on the throne, the father of the Flügel.
"My lord, a conflict broke out between Jibril and the elves, and Jibril's Sky Strike was defended by the elves using a spell that shouldn't belong to the elves."
"I already know about this."
Artosh's words were as brief as ever, and Azril, who had long been accustomed to the other party's reticence, did not simply fall into silence this time.
"I think it's necessary for the Flügel to send a team to investigate the situation of the elves.
Under Azril's confused and surprised gaze, sitting on the throne, the man who had always been like a statue, lacking expressions and words, first chuckled lightly, then laughed out loud.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Just like not so long ago, his laughter shook the air and filled the throne hall.
"Even you are starting to feel uneasy? It's unprecedented. My strong enemy has brought so many interesting changes."
Seeing that the Lord was in a good mood recently, Azril asked with a sigh of relief, "The strong enemy in the Lord's mouth is..."
"He doesn't seem to be a pure God species. If you insists, he is a bit like a mix of human being and a God."
"Humans? Those monkeys who are not a race at all?"
Like the elves, the Flügel also despised humans, and even more than that. After all, even the elves were not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Flügel, let alone humans.
Artosh's gaze seemed to pass through the white stone pillars in the throne hall, over a long distance, and focused on a certain corner of the continent.
"Humans are indeed the weakest, but he is not weak. He is the only strong enemy who can kill me. Otherwise, even if other gods and all races besiege me, it will not be able to cause a little pressure on me now."
His creator is longing for battle and longing for defeat.
At this moment, Azril felt this fact like never before. Seeing the smile on Artosh's face, Azril couldn't smile.
If, if God of War is truly defeated, for the Flügel...
"If I'm defeated, help me to have a look and see how he got to this point as a human who became a God, and see where he came from and where he's going."
After Artosh said this, then he fell into an almost eternal silence again. He was silent, like a statue, waiting for the powerful enemy to make all the pre-war preparations and waiting for the arrival of that battle.
Azril stood in shock.
...
Small world, New Tokyo City
Xiao Feng sat cross legged on top of a mountain peak. Mysterious golden spots of lights condensed into a golden river above his head and it was absorbed in his body. The golden river was filled with pure power of faith of humans and Elves.
Chaos Devouring Art and Chaos Body Refining Art circulated simultaneously, constantly refining the power of faith and turning it into his own power.
Along with them, the Divine Power in his body also became stronger as he absorbed more and more faith and the quality and quantity of his Dou Qi continued to increase.
The power of law surged around him and a mysterious aura of reincarnation made all they plants around him grow wouldn't.
1 star Dou Zun
When Xiao Feng opened his eyes, he felt his level of cultivation.
After completely refining the faith he got from humans and Elves and the Sun Essence gathered by Yasaka and the others, he finally broke through the border of Dou Zun. .
"Not enough, this is far from enough."
Xiao Feng knew the power of Artosh, the God of war. His current strength could match him.
"It's time to create more vessels to extract the Sun Essence and we also need to find a new target to implement the next step of the plan!"
So, half a year later—
Several figures gathered in front of Xiao Feng.
The first was Yasaka.
The golden-haired nine-tailed fox stood gracefully at the front, her long hair falling behind her like flowing sunlight. Her fox ears trembled slightly, and the nine soft tails behind her swayed with a natural elegance. Her mature figure carried the charm of a beautiful fox queen, soft yet dignified, gentle yet dangerously alluring.
Beside her stood Venelana Gremory.
Her crimson hair was smooth and radiant, carrying the same noble color as Rias, but her temperament was far more mature. Her beauty was soft, elegant, and deeply sensual. Compared to Rias's passionate youthfulness, Venelana possessed the charm of a fully bloomed crimson rose.
Grayfia stood slightly behind them.
Her silver hair was neatly braided, and her maid uniform was perfectly arranged. Her expression was calm and disciplined, but that cold restraint only made her mature charm even stronger.
Just standing there with her flawless posture, slender waist, and dignified aura was enough to make people unable to look away.
Rossweisse stood nearby.
Her long silver hair fell softly behind her, and her purple eyes carried a serious yet slightly nervous light. She had the proud bearing of a Valkyrie, but beneath that warrior-like dignity was a mature feminine softness.
Her beauty was different from Yasaka's seductive charm or Grayfia's cold elegance. Rossweisse gave people the feeling of a beautiful warrior who was strict on the surface but surprisingly delicate once approached.
Sona Sitri pushed up her glasses calmly.
Her black hair was neat, and her posture was elegant and composed. She did not show much emotion, but her cool expression and intellectual aura created a unique kind of charm.
Next to Sona, Xenovia stood with her back straight.Her short blue hair, sharp eyes, and heroic aura made her look like a Hero from a story.
Irina stood beside her with a bright smile.
Her chestnut-brown hair framed her lively face, and her eyes carried warmth and energy. She looked like a sunny and cheerful character who could easily become the heroines of an anime.
Asia stood quietly with her hands folded in front of her.
Her blonde hair was soft, and her green eyes were clear and gentle, making her look like a Saint from mythology.
Ravel Phenex stood with her chin slightly raised.
Her blonde twin tails swayed lightly, and her blue eyes carried the pride of a noble lady. Although her figure was more delicate than the mature women around her, her charm was not weak at all.
She was like a young phoenix wrapped in golden flames. Proud, elegant, and slightly arrogant.
Emilia stood quietly among them.
Her long silver hair flowed like moonlight, and her amethyst eyes were clear and beautiful. Her beauty was ethereal, almost dreamlike, as if snow and moonlight had taken human form.
Her white skin, slender figure, and quiet temperament made her seem distant and sacred, but that very distance made people want to approach her even more.
Beside Emilia stood Beatrice.
Her blonde drill-like twin tails and frilled dress made her look like an exquisite doll from an ancient library. She crossed her arms with a proud expression, her gaze carrying arrogance, loneliness, and hidden gentleness.
Xiao Feng's gaze swept across the women before him.
Yasaka, Venelana, Grayfia, Rossweisse, Sona, Xenovia, Irina, Asia, Ravel, Emilia, and Beatrice.
Everyone except Rias, Akeno, Kuroka, and Koneko who were currently outside on mission, had gathered.