The planet is shrouded in the despair of war day and night, except for Abont Huim, who still floats leisurely in the air.

It is like a whale floating in the air, with a strange building on its back, like a dreamy city in the sky.

In this bloodstained age of killing each other, it is tantamount to a hellish world, and it is the paradise that should only exist in fantasy, incomparably comfortable, incomparably happy.

But this conclusion has nothing to do with its power as a fantasy species.

Although as the second in the sequence, the fantasy species have the adaptability of the elven corridor second only to the god species, but due to the scarcity of numbers and different styles, most of them remain in a state of isolation, and the connection with their companions is not close.

This way of survival that only relies on individual strength, even the low-ranking race like the Mori Elite has the confidence to kill and even capture them, even if Abuntehuim is stronger than the average fantasy species, there is no such capital.

The reason why it can become a paradise is entirely due to the cute girls on its back.

They will always sing the praises of happiness every day with a happy mood.

"Salazir stole the first level of my Treasure 3!"

"Stealing this kind of word is too ugly, it should be said to be robbery."

"Listen to me, the goblin species seems to have built a new warship, and those who want to participate in the annihilation competition raise their hands!"

The beautiful girls like angels are flying freely in the air full of greenery and flower petals fluttering in the wind, and they have a lively discussion.

That's right, before being a fantasy species, Abonthuim was the stronghold of the Celestial Wing species.

In this war where even the planets are dying, and all the races living on the earth are living in fear, the Celestial Wing race has monopolized all happiness.

Just as the so-called happiness is mostly based on the misfortune of others, the Tianyi Species, who has driven the world to the end of hell, naturally enjoys the highest happiness.

There is nothing illogical in this, the existence of the Celestial Wing Species is the crystallization of the belief of all beings who yearn for war.

It is their mission to spread war to the world, as the embodiment of death, and such a world could not be more beautiful for them.

Their emotions are high, and they are killing with all their might in a world full of killing, enjoying this desperate era to the fullest.

But today, there is something unusual in this world filled with the smiles and coquettishness of cute girls.

"Meow meow——! Ladies and gentlemen, Azriel and her companions have returned in triumph! ”

As the soft female voice resounded in this sky paradise, the Tianyi species who were discussing the topic of killing with great interest looked over together.

As the de facto leader, the original entity created by the Creator, Azriel enjoys great prestige among all the Celestial Wing species.

"Sister Azriel, welcome back......"

A smiling greeting from a Skywing rang out in the scream of spatial shifting, but it was not answered as usual, and the blood-stained Azriel didn't even pause for a moment, and rushed in the direction of the throne room.

"How's the extra-individual doing?"

As soon as she stepped into the throne room, a voice rang out.

But Azriel didn't respond immediately, but folded her wings, let the light wheel on her head hang down, and slowly knelt down.

Sitting on the throne of the Supreme is a man with muscles as strong as a rock.

He is the strongest god, and at the same time the god of war, the creator of the Celestial Wing Race, Artexiu.

Artexiu was very large, more than twice the size of an ordinary person, with a deep contoured face, a beard as strong as steel hanging down, and eighteen wings on his back wrapped around his body like a cloak.

Even though there was no malice in his sharp, bright golden eyes, Azriel felt like her brain was paralyzed.

However, she Azriel knew that this painting had to make people feel awe, and it was only a small part of what the strongest creator held, a drop in the ocean, a small manifestation of great power.

"I have completely lost my trace, and after sensing the traces of the release of the Heavenly Strike, I have rushed over at full speed, but the traces of the heavens and the earth seem to have been erased, and I have been looking around with my companions for a long time, but there is still no clue."

Azriel reported respectfully, but there was some anxiety in her tone.

She knew that of all the Celestial Wings, Gybril was the most valued being by the Creator, and that the maverick actions of the other party due to their own incompleteness were among the few pieces of news that could make Artexiu happy.

And, even aside, the Jebril is second only to the Lord God to Azriel.

Every time she grows, Azriel feels heartfelt joy, and she knows exactly how strong Jibriel is today.

Of all the Skywing species, Gypril is the only one who can make Azriel feel threatened in battle, allowing her to use Skystrike with all her might, which is a nuisance no matter how you look at it.

"After searching the surroundings, we captured several warships of the forest elf, and through the torture of those pointed ears, we learned that they wanted to capture a fantasy species, but in the raid of the goblin species, they attracted the incarnation of the god of victory, the wild boar, and the little jeep should have been attracted by it."

Azriel's voice unconsciously carried a hint of concern.

"But now even the trail of that boar is gone, my lord, it's all my fault, I should have quietly followed Xiao Ji when he left alone."

"That's right...... Haha, that's right. ”

As if he had learned something by speculation, Artexiu let out a meaningful laugh, and as usual, Azriel did not understand either the thoughts of Gypril or the thoughts of the Creator.

She was a little stubborn, and she really couldn't get the Riddler's mind out of the limited clues.

No, this arrogant idea is shameful in itself.

How can the humble self speculate on the mind of God, the master of the abyss?

This is a great sin of disrespect.

The master is the strongest, the god of war who stands at the apex, the embodiment of the supreme concept of war.

Unlike other fools who claim to be gods, Artexiu is the strongest because he is the strongest.

Even if it was the last dragon king who claimed to be the strongest, or the god of victory who longed for defeat, the reason why they were alive until now was only because Artexiu believed their so-called rhetoric that they wanted to bet their hopes on the future.

They could be killed at any time if Artexiu wanted to.

So, even when the god of victory came to challenge, Azriel saw his master smile, but after the challenge, he returned to the throne, sitting melancholy and lazily on the throne as he had for thousands and tens of thousands of years.

But now, Artexiu showed a fierce and passionate smile, and he was in a happy mood, which even others could see.

"The person who can kill me is finally about to appear...... No, has it already appeared? ”

Hearing this, Azriel gasped, frowned, and responded with some transgression.

"No way, no one in this world can compete with my lord."

The deity species is the embodiment of concepts.

The concept of war held by Artexiu is a concept born from the mutual battle between life and death, soul and existence, and the intersection of cycles.

Thus, during the first period of the Great War, the Artehuns themselves went to the battlefield to evoke murderous intent, to arouse hatred, to arouse angry rebellion.

He enjoys the stupid challenges of the weak who gamble their fragile lives, using all their wisdom, and then ravaging them with overwhelming force.

However, Artexiu, who had achieved his goal in life since his birth, fell into confusion, and unilateral torture and killing could not be called war at all.

He had no interest in the throne of the One God, for for for the strongest Artexiu, the world was in his hands.

He longs for an opponent. One who can challenge him, equalize him, or even defeat his opponents.

But this is a paradox, and for this is why Artexiu has been depressed for a long time in a sense of fatigue, sitting high in the sky, looking down at the nether realm.

"The strongest without a challenger is meaningless."

Altexiu's expression changed, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"The one who kidnapped the extra-fanwai individuals is a new god species, but unlike that little ghost, he is not bound by the concept of this world, and he is beyond time and space, from the unknown of the other world."

"It's worth the 10,000 years of waiting, leaving that little ghost, and that miscellaneous fish, or all the other fools who claim to be gods, it's nothing, because I've finally been rewarded."

As if he was very happy, Artexiu said a few words rarely.

"Now he is very strong, but not strong enough, to be able to confront the strongest me, you must first cross these defeated obstacles from their corpses."

"Machines, forest spirits, goblins, and dragons, turn them all into nourishment."

"Only if he is the strongest, can he confront me and kill me."

Looking at the vicious smile on Artexiu's face, Azriel said tremblingly.

"Forgiveness, with all due respect, my lord, the forest elves are already trying to use the fantasy species as tools to fill the spell, and the goblins are also tinkering with the essence of the gods, since the purpose of those toys has been revealed, even if we don't destroy them first, we can find out ......"

"So what?"

Altexiu's fierce golden eyes stared at his first creation.

She was the original template of the Celestial Wings, with emerald hair, heterochromatic pupils, wings made of light, and an aura of magic arrays and geometric shapes more complex than Gibriel's.

On top of that, the left side of her head has a curved horn, a demon-like trait that shows her perfection.

She has the potential to achieve what Gypril has created, because the strength of the two is completely different.

She was perfect—as far as a sword was concerned.

But it is precisely because of this incomparable perfection, which even cut off the way forward, that Altexiu sees his own shortcomings.

"If you train because you are afraid of failure, you will investigate your opponent, that is the behavior of the weak."

"I know that he will definitely come to challenge me, want to gain strength from other races, and will step on the corpses of gods and dragons, and he is undoubtedly a strong man who can threaten me."

"This inadvertently obtained information is enough, if you investigate more intelligence, it is a weak person who sells a little cleverness, and it cannot be called the strongest."

"My wings, you have to understand this

- He is the challenger. ”

Ahhhh......h

Azriel bowed her head in disbelief.

As the Lord God said, if you have an obsession with the throne of the One God, that strong man from outside the world will definitely take the initiative to come here, and then you can save Jibril back.

That's right, there's nothing to be confused about, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The only thing she needs to do is go with the flow.

Lord Altexiu is invincible.

——

"This is the kingdom of Elkia, Lord Roland."

In the end, Rick still rejected the proposal to use the Tianyi seed to stew mushrooms, after all, even if the other party looked like a young girl, it was impossible to tell who was stewing whom.

After confirming Roland's purpose, Rick did not hesitate and obediently took Roland back to the Elkia Kingdom.

"Poof—can this also be called a kingdom? Well, but it's almost as good as an incompetent human being to have this level, so there's no need to be demanding. ”

When she saw her destination, she sneered, even though she was so embarrassed that she didn't even have the freedom to move.

This is not to blame her, the so-called Elkia Kingdom is not even a few buildings made of bricks and stones, most of them are hastily built wooden buildings according to the natural terrain of caves, not even small towns, at most between cottages and even settlements.

The only thing that can be regarded as a little eye-catching,It's only the palace at the top.,From the perspective of space,There are probably a few playgrounds or so.,The main body is also stone.,Finally, there is a bit of style.。

Rick, who had long been accustomed to the human condition, did not change his face, ignored Gibriel's taunt, and introduced himself to Roland.

"It's a bit of a misnomer, but the human race does operate according to the kingdom's system, and all humans in the kingdom belong to my sister, the queen of the Elkia Kingdom, and the people of Cloni Dora, but because of environmental problems, her only minister is currently only me."

"It's really casual."

Roland smiled, reflecting all the scene in front of him in his pupils.

Compared to what he remembered, the number of human races had not increased much, and in Roland's perception, there were only more than 10,000 people on the ground.

Although the god of victory who sheltered them did not expand the forest realm to provide survival resources like Kainas, he still framed a considerable area with his own domain, blocking all the raging spirit remains, so that the living space of humanity was greatly improved.

In the case of an elite leader like Rick, it could only be that they deliberately curbed the growth of numbers.

The range is also interesting, although it is customary to keep most of it on the surface and a few of it in underground caverns, on the way back, Roland also perceives that there are many scattered settlements outside the field.

As a race with the protection of the gods, this performance is indeed a little subtle.

Seeing Roland's interested appearance, Rick also sighed slightly, and mustered up the courage to bow to Roland again.

"So...... Is there anything I can do for you, noble deity species? ”

(End of chapter)