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Thinking of this, Azrael stood up and made a death-like expression.

Annan gave Azrael a strange look.

Where did this comedian come from?

He and Artixu fought desperately, and neither of them looked like they were about to die. Why did the little girl beside Artexu look like they were about to die.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Annan was distracted for a moment, and soon turned all his attention to Artesu again.

At this moment, they only have each other in their eyes, and the collision between their eyes even produced sparks.

If it weren't for the fighting spirit on one body and the murderous expression on the other's face, I'm afraid many people would think that the two of them had some kind of purple love.

"This magic circle is okay, but it's so painstakingly arranged, don't be blown away by me with a few punches."

Artixu raised his head and glanced at the spell that surrounded the entire city. Even with divine insight, he couldn't see through Annan's spell for a while.

This was carefully prepared by Annan in order to send a big gift to Arto. If it was so easy to see through, how could it be a surprise?

"Don't worry, it's absolutely sturdy, you can dismantle it, and I'll run as soon as I dismantle it."

For Artexu's question, Annan just smiled and answered.

This made Artesu feel that Annan's smile was a bit cheap and very unbeatable.

So he snorted coldly and said slightly sarcastically, "Oh, with such a big momentum, you won't worry about being exposed and attacked by a group?"

"This will not bother the God of War. If I don't have any confidence, how can I come."

"Oh? So you're pretty sure to beat me?"

"……you guess."

Annan was silent for a while, and decided to chat to death.

Defeating Arto Xiu, he is not very sure now, so this time he simply came to fight Arto Xiu because he had other plans.

But everyone wants to face.

It is impossible for Annan to directly say that he is not sure of defeating Artexiu, that it is really shameful to destroy his own prestige by growing others' ambition.

Especially if you can't beat it after a while, the face you have now is even more valuable, and you need to cherish it.

As for the exposure that Artesius said...

This kind of thing cannot happen.

"Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't really used my full strength for a long time, and even attacking is the simplest technique."

Annan touched his chin and suddenly talked about it.

When the strength is strong to a certain extent, an ordinary fireball technique is comparable to a star.

In the same way, it seems that he shot the world to collapse, and time and space collapsed, but in fact, it is just a very ordinary imaginary number magic. Only because of the user's strong strength, he has the power to turn corruption into magic.

"But that doesn't mean that I only have these, Artosh, you said that I used all my strength, that's true. Let's take a look at the mystery mastered by a magician!"

Annan didn't talk too much, and in the time of chatting a few words, his magic circle was completely completed.

A large amount of magic power was released, and the circle that completely surrounded Abant Heim in a spherical shape roared.

This time, even the mantra of liberation was not recited.

Annan directly stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the supreme might centered on him and spread with the magic circle.

The space gradually disappeared, and the surrounding landscape was dyed a nihilistic black.

Magic is an atrocity that changes the world.

But the world couldn't beat him in the first place, and this time he didn't even resist, so he was arbitrarily executed by Annan.

I saw a flash of light on the magic circle, and Abant Heim disappeared from the sky without causing any waves.

No race or deity other than the person involved is aware of this.

the reason is simple.

No one realizes that a non-existent thing has disappeared.

The moment Avant Heim disappeared from this world, along with the memory of its existence.

To completely erase the traces of the existence, this trick Annan would have known a long time ago.

It's just that it was used on himself to reach the root cause at that time, and now it has been expanded to use it on Artoshu and all the Flügels.

Although in order to find a way to make this effect work on Arto Xiu, Annan consumed a lot of brain cells.

But for now, it's not working well.

No one will notice the disappearance of the Flügel, and without the strongest deterrent, the struggle of other races will be more intense.

Under the circumstance that the only one who can lift the table is Artosh being dragged by him, Rick's induction tactics can be more flexible, and in the end, he can also cooperate with unexpectedly to trick other races.

Everything went according to plan, very smoothly.

……certainly.

"It would be better if you didn't let your men come down and beat me."

Annan put down his spell-casting hand and spoke to Artosh very seriously.

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Using the arranged magic circle, the Flügel and the God of War were wiped out and dragged into the imaginary space constructed by Annan himself.

This one plan has many advantages, but also one disadvantage...

That is, Annan himself will also be locked in the imaginary space, with nowhere to escape.

If you are not careful, it can easily become self-defeating.

"Ahaha, Artosh, everyone is so familiar with you, you definitely won't come down and beat me with your own men, right?"

Annan glanced at the many Flügel that surrounded him, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead calmly, and then said to Artexu with a sincere expression.

"What do you think?"

Artesio gave a very kind smile and held up his right hand, ready to give orders.

As soon as he gave an order, all the Flügels would swarm up and chop Annan to pieces.

"Wait, the battle between you and me, what kind of hero is it if you pull someone else in, you can go head-to-head if you have the ability."

Annan stretched out a finger and said righteously.

A manly man, how can you take someone with you?

Even if it is a fight, it is necessary to pay attention to the spirit of competition and the spirit of Bushido, and it is against humanism to bully the less.

"Okay, the Flügel was originally made of my feathers. Strictly speaking, they are all part of me. You are the same as you single-handedly against me."

Artosh also answered seriously.

He didn't lie, the Flügel was indeed the god-killing race he created based on his own feathers.

In other words.

All Flügel are the feathers of his wings...!

"Then you have so many wings..."

Annan looked at the eighteen wings behind Artosh, and at the Flügel that numbered tens of thousands.

His grandma's, how could this bastard's wings be bald after plucking so many feathers.

Gee!

"Looks like there's nothing to talk about, Artosh."

Annan's face turned cold, and he gave up using words to persuade Artexu, his eyes gradually indifferent.

"There's nothing to talk about, this is war!"

Artois' golden pupils were also full of indifference. At this moment, the God of War finally showed his iron-blooded side.

One on one?

If it were limited to his own battle with Annan, Artoius might agree.

But the current situation is not a battle between him and him, but a war sweeping the world!

No one will talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality in war, let alone any one-on-one spirit. In war, there is only life and death for the enemy.

It doesn't matter whether the means are despicable or not, in short, it is enough to kill the enemy.

Therefore, as the god of war, Artesius is now ready to do something that will bully the less, and he is really at ease.

and……

In the final analysis, Annan himself had made the opportunity for Artesu to close the door and let the dogs besiege him.

When you Annan dragged the whole city and all the Flügel into the other dimension, you had a good plan, so don't blame him Artosh for bullying the lesser now.

It's called tit for tat.

"Hmph, then you shouldn't be distressed because you killed too many subordinates in battle."

Annan tugged at his collar and sneered, his eyes full of evil spirits.

"You don't have to worry about it. Are you ready? Let's start the fight!"

Artosh was also not to be outdone, and the bloody fighting spirit erupted from his tall body.

"Hold on, let me say one last word."

Annan pointed at Arto Xiu very arrogantly, and said seriously: "Can you stop slapping your face later?"

"……cannot."

Artosh was unmoved and answered briefly.

Having known Annan for a long time, this kind of bad atmosphere will not affect his fighting spirit at all.

"Well, that's a pity."