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Aiwen's voice was not loud, but it quickly spread throughout Abant Heim.

This air island is the second-ranked fantasy species among the sixteen races in the game life world! It is also the place where the god of war Artoius and the Flügel live.

Hearing this tepid voice, all the Flügel raised their heads in amazement, and then... they saw an incredible sight!

The most powerful among all the Flügels—the final extra-special individual Jibril, actually lowered his head and followed a...human being like a maid!

"Meow! How is it possible meow! What's wrong with you little Jeep meow!"

A small Flügel with green hair and green eyes stared at Jibril in the air, and let out an unbelievable roar!

Although the green-haired Flügel is very short, the halo pattern on her head is composed of several complex magic circles and geometric figures, which is much more complicated than Jibril's halo.

This girl who doesn't seem to be much older than Xiaoji in the young female state is the first Flügel created by Artesio, and the leader of all Flügels - Azrael.

Hearing Azrael's exclamation, Jibril's whole body shrank, and a trace of... wry smile appeared on her face!

"Heh... to make this perverted Xiaoji fear like this, is this Azrael even more perverted than her?"

Seeing Xiaoji cowering, Azrael looked at Aiwen and Hubby again, and for some unknown reason, a fierce murderous aura burst forth from her body! Even her face was contorted!

"Just a monkey! How dare you stand in front of my favorite little jeep, meow! How dare you say bad words to Lord Artesu! You're so damn guilty meow!

Just as Azrael was about to shoot, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds! Accompanied by the pitch-black thunder, a mighty voice resounded through the sky!

"I've waited until the end of the day! My natural enemy..."

"Master Arto?"

Hearing this voice, the faces of most of the Flügels of Avant Heim showed a look of horror! Even Xiaoji's eyes flickered slightly!

"So that's the case. My nemesis, who is the strongest, can only be the weakest - isn't it, 'monkey'?"

Just by releasing his divine power, black thunderstorms covered hundreds of miles in a radius! The Illusionary Abant Heim trembled, and many Flügels present also heard small screams.

Soon, the deity issued his command:

"All - prepare."

This sentence of Artexiu has only one meaning.

——He will gather a part of his power with all the Flügel's "Sky Strikes" and release them in a concentrated manner. It is an unparalleled strike that all gods must surrender.

The "God of War" is invincible in the world!

At this time, Azrael suddenly nervously put forward her own suggestion:

"Excuse me, with all due respect, Lord Artosh! There is an Ex-Machina behind that monkey! Maybe...that's their purpose?

Once the Ex-Machinas are killed by some kind of attack, their "connector" can imitate and reproduce the attack! Even "God Strike"!

"so what?"

Under this thunderous voice, Azrael stood still as if struck by lightning.

Lord Artois is the strongest god of war, and thus the Flügel are his servants.

Even though it was only for a moment, she had forgotten about that kind of thing, and Azrael felt ashamed about it, so she shouted:

"All Flügel - prepare for 'Sky Strike' - entrust everything to Lord Arthus!

Roar responded to Azrael's words, and the Flügels poured their power into their wings together.

The terrifying black thunderstorm began to concentrate! The strong energy hurricane turned into a tornado, and even the ground was lifted up!

Seeing how the Flügels unleashed their surging power, Artosh, who was sitting on the throne, showed a satisfied smile.

Then, in a calm, yet shocking voice, he told:

"I've been following you all the time! But... show me who you are! No matter what power you gain! A monkey is a monkey! Now! I'm going to let you know that the scum on the ground is no match for the sky! ""

Below Abonte Heim, the armies of goblins, elves, giants and other races are also assembled here.

They are all gathered in this place because of Rick's conspiracy.

0.....for flowers.......

Even if Aiwen hadn't been dispatched, it wouldn't be long before a full-scale war was launched between these alien races.

However, these upper races are now looking at the scene before the "God Strike" is about to launch, and their faces are full of shock!

"This... This is a divine strike fired upwards! Who the hell... could have allowed Artosh to perform this move! Could it be another god?"

Seeing the power of the divine strike, Aiwen hadn't even shot, but Nanzi next to him suddenly stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"Admin, I want to take this opportunity to test my limits! 35

"Huh...?

Looking back at Nanzi, who was still expressionless, Aiwen saw a trace in her eyes... something that could be called fighting spirit!

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"It seems... the experience of traveling through this time has also changed Nanzi a little... interesting.

Aiwen smiled and stretched out her left hand, making a "please" gesture.

Nanzi's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said thank you softly. And then... she slowly floated right above Abonte Heim and raised her right fist high!

The power to smash the moon, and the endless super ability, are condensed on her small fist, and then... it is a punch!

United... Smash! (United, States, of, Smash!)

Almost at the same time, Artosh waved his right hand, and the incomparably powerful "God Strike" shot straight into the sky!

"Boom!"

The two forces that were enough to shatter the continent collided violently! At this moment, the void collapsed, and the time and space were distorted!

But... the divine strike that gathered the power of thousands of Flügel was actually smashed by Nanzi with one punch!

"Master's divine strike... this monkey... how is this possible?"

Seeing what could be called the highest blow on the planet, was defeated by a little girl! All Flügel felt a shudder from the heart! As if the world view was shattered!

"...what happened? You..."

Even Artosh, who has been sitting steadily on the throne, his mighty face is instantly sluggish! Looking at Nanzi, who is calm in the air, he can hardly believe his eyes! Seven.