People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

All the creatures who were at a loss for that scene were all left behind, after a few moments.

- Shock enveloped the world.

It is clearly different from destruction—a gentle power that runs like a licking world.

At the same time, the people looking up at the sky widened their eyes.To this extraordinary scene——all creatures and races could only look on incomprehensibly.

"Sixteen races that claim to have intelligence, I declare in the name of the only god, Veleslana, that this battle ends here."

The God of Victory, who ended the war in the most violent way, raised the star cup in his hand. Based on the fact that the throne of the only god ignored the consent of the sixteen races, he declared the end of the race war in an extremely flat manner.

From that day on, the world changed.

After the voice announcing the end of the war sounded, a girl's startled voice came from the new capital of the Flügel.

"In the end, isn't my lord Artosh the winner?"

Jibril stared at the sky in the distance, her eyes widened in surprise.

Although she had already known that Li Zihan was an anomaly with the possibility of killing the God of War, she never thought that he actually killed her master, the strongest god Artoxiu.

"What, what's going on here!?"

Unlike Jibril's situation, the other Flügel fell into panic, they couldn't accept the fact that their master was defeated at all.

"The master fulfilled his true desire and returned to the concept."

Azrael, who has always had comedian images appearing in front of many Flügel, calmly stated the truth.

The smile is as hollow as a mask, like a puppet that has abandoned its emotions.

"Our mission has come to an end."

Raphael, who only had one wing and one eye, spoke slowly.

The Flügel was created by Artosh. It is a weapon to destroy gods and other races. It has always followed orders to kill the enemy. It was born just to dedicate the throne of the only god to Artosh.

However, Artosh, the God of War, has already died in order to feel what it means to be "the strongest", so it seems that the sword that exists only to win the star cup does not need to continue to exist.

"Then...we should scrap ourselves too."

Among the Flügel, there was such a voice.

Following this sound, the entire Flügel fell into deathly silence.

As the most loyal race in the world, it is normal for the Flügel to have the idea of ​​leaving with their master, or in other words, there are only a few who are unwilling to die with Artoxiu.

Quite a few Flügel began to activate their power, preparing to give themselves the final blow.

"Are you in such a hurry to seek death? Don't you listen to your master's last words?"

Suddenly, another voice sounded in the city of Flügel.

The Flügel who were disheartened by the death of their master raised their heads one after another, and saw the boy who was filled with the unique aura of the gods.

"What's the matter, the only god."

Azrael, who gave up that ridiculous mouth fetish, stared at the god who had made a bet with her family, and asked slowly.

"I just came to accept the gift Artosh gave me."

The boy holding the star cup smiled and said.

"Master Artosh...a gift from...?"

Quite a few Flügel are still at a loss.

"As you can see, as the strongest, I don't have my own family members. When Artosh-senpai fulfilled his wish, he gifted you to me as family members."

The boy spoke in an extremely flat tone.

"why?"

Someone from the Flügel questioned.

"There are probably two factors for this. One is that I helped him feel what is the strongest, and the other is that Senior Artoxiu is worried that you will be tempted to commit suicide, so I will find something for you to do."

Mr. One God swept his gaze over the confused faces of the Flügel, saying,

"Of course, even if he doesn't gift you to me, I will come. After all, I am the winner of that bet. The moment I defeat Lord Artoxiu, you are my property."

"Doesn't my lord want us to die here?"

"We have a new master?"

"So, what is our next task?"

The Flügel, who was empty in his heart, stared blankly at the new strongest who had challenged his master not long ago and then killed him. For a moment, various thoughts flooded his mind.

Artosh, the god of war, has died, and another god has become the new master. Facing this fact, which is absolutely unbelievable but can only be admitted, all members of the Flügel are at a loss and at a loss.

Therefore, since the old master made an agreement before death to give the sword to the victor, the women whose ownership has been transferred have no right to judge whether it is useful to them or whether they should die.

Even if the new master is the one who killed the old master, as swords, they have no right to object.

"Yes, we are the sword sent by Lord Artoxiu. Since Lord Artoxiu said that this Lord is the new master, then it is the new master. This is Master Artoxiu's last order, and the ownership of the sword is transferred."

Azrael, who has always been regarded as a comedian, stared at the face of the only god holding a star cup, and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, as the leader of the Flügel, she announced Artosh's final order.