I, authentic, little sun

"You are too presumptuous!"

"Bastard! Don't humiliate Artosh-sama!"

Hearing this, a group of Flügel became furious first. In their view, comparing the strongest god with those "monkeys" that even elves can't use is an insult to the god of war.

But Artoxiu didn't respond, and even showed a thoughtful expression.

"So that's how you think it is. It seems...you also saw the ending."

"also?"

Authentic Muran shuddered, he couldn't pretend he didn't hear these words, you know, if Artoxiu predicted the future in advance, then even if Rick in the original book is unparalleled in wisdom, he can't smooth out the absolute strength. gap.

Wait, at this time, Zhengzong suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and looked at Artoxiu quite speechlessly.

This guy, isn't it because he was bored, or because he felt that the battle was meaningless, so he took the initiative to ask for death?

Otherwise, he simply used his own life to test whether the weakest could really defeat him, the strongest!

If you think about it carefully, the possibility of this is really not low, just like the Weleslana in the world of godslayers, isn't he also urinating.

In fact, the authentic guess is really not bad, Artoxiu has been completely disappointed in the world he lives in.

Even after waiting for a long time of thousands of years, there has never been an existence that can defeat him.

He needs an opponent, who can be truly regarded as an 'enemy' by him!

In other words, he wants to 'fight' and desires to 'defeat'...

That's why he ignored the human beings' step-by-step requirements to achieve the required conditions, and finally even took the initiative to enter the game, wanting to explore the weak possibility.

As a result, Rick and the others really grasped the tiny possibility that couldn't be any smaller, and penetrated Artosh's spirit.

This led to the throne of the only God falling into the hands of Tetu...

Before that, Artosh tacitly dispatched an army composed of hundreds of Flügel.

It's not that he doesn't want to lose Jibril, the 'ultimate individual', but to 'test' whether the so-called new god, the authentic visitor from another world, can defeat himself!

In other words, Artosh, God of War, no longer wants to wait any longer.

He, who has been silent for thousands of years, can't wait to taste the long-lost war, the long-lost killing intent, malice, and blood.

"The test is over, how did you not disappoint you?"

Masamune raised his head, looked at the strongest god in midair with indifferent eyes, and said provocative words that made the Flügel resentful.

"God of War Artosh, are you ready for defeat?!"

"..."

Silence, endless silence.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent aura erupted from Artoxiu's body, swept all around, shook the atmosphere in the air, and caused ripples in the space.

His golden eyes shone brightly and looked directly at Zhengzong, and his fiery fighting spirit gradually rose.

In the same way, Zhengzong, not to be outdone, used his gilded golden pupils to look at the opponent, and his aura climbed to the top!

The two extremely powerful spirits showed a tendency to confront each other in the sky, shaking the entire planet, and sincerely made anyone and even gods feel their own insignificance.

The two just stood there, but the power leaked from the confrontation of Qi machines even caused slight cracks in the surrounding space, as if they could hear the wailing of the world!

Jibril, Sink, the elves, Azrael and other Flügel, as well as the other races that spied on all felt a sense of suffocation.

They stared closely at the two who seemed to have snatched all the colors from the world, they were all speechless, waiting for the eruption of the final battle between the past and the present.

"Huhe, hahahahahahaha!" At this moment, Artosh laughed, so recklessly, so heartily.

The joy that came from the heart stunned everyone.

"Defeated? I have longed for it for a long time..." Artosh seemed to be remembering, but also seemed to be feeling emotional.

He really expected someone to beat him.

Artosh opened his palm, and the power that was domineering enough to shatter the stars wrapped his entire body and raised it to the outside of the planet that was invisible to the naked eye.

A vigorous fighting spirit burst out from the flaming golden pupils, and the figure of the black-haired youth was engraved in it.

However, when he saw the dilapidated battlefield behind Zhengzong, the aura of the God of War gradually subsided.

He said like this: "I am the strongest god, and everything in the world must kneel under the throne.

My eyes see the past, my hands control the future.

I saw through fate, mastered fate, and then... surpassed fate.

Guest from another world, I look forward to your challenge!Don't make me wait too long..."

After saying that, Artosh flicked his shirt, and disappeared in place together with the Flügel who had turned into young girls behind him, presumably by crossing space and returning to the phantom species "Avant Heim".

In just a moment, the white light disappeared, and the sky could be said to have finally regained its calm.

Then, Masamune also took a deep breath, and under Jibril's adoring eyes, and Sink and other elves' expressions of seeing a ghost, they slowly floated down to the ground.

"Master~~!!!"

Accompanied by the immature call, a young figure rushed over.

Jibril, who rushed into Masamune's arms, buried her small head in Masamune's chest with an idiot expression, and kept rubbing back and forth.

"It's great, master, you are simply great, first you defeated the "False God Strike" and defeated the Flügel army, and then you fought against that hopelessly strong old man.

I can't wait to study Master's body structure, hehehehe..."

Jibril wiped her saliva and stared at Masamune with a salivating expression.

That appearance was no different from that of a big bad wolf who had been hungry and thirsty for a long time and met a little rabbit.

Sink and the elves also seemed to have hope, showing excitement.

After all, after this battle, the authentic name will surely resound throughout Disbod. It is estimated that even the upper races will not have the guts to make another provocative move.

This also means that the elves have finally reversed the precarious situation, and they have a place to stay in this tragic race war.

Chapter 546 Chapter 28 The Heart-Pricked Rick

Zhengzong didn't care about Xiaoji and the elves, but looked at the direction Artoxi was leaving, and remained silent.

The God of War is proud, so he is naturally unwilling to fight him after he has experienced a big battle, even though the consumption of this big battle is nothing to Zhengzong.

"Hmph, is it the strongest?"

Even the God of War inevitably has his vision limited by the world, otherwise he wouldn't have the mind to pursue what is the strongest.

Otherwise, those top monsters will teach him what social beatings mean in minutes!

Just as Zhengzong fell into deep thought, a touch of wetness on his chest brought him back to his senses.

Seeing Jibril rubbing against each other, all the saliva from her mouth fell on him.

"Hey, you are enough!"

Zhengzong pressed Jibril's little head speechlessly, his face was full of disgust.

What is this, as long as I am perverted enough, then I will be the one who makes the cheapest money?

"Hehe~ Then, please allow your servant——Jibril, to relieve the fatigue of the master after the battle. On the contrary, please let us penetrate into each other's body~hehehe..."

"Sorry I declined."

Masamune chose to ignore Jibril's barren figure and focus instead on Sink's big, round and white body.

In terms of relieving fatigue, it really is Naizi...

It wasn't until he stared at Xin Ke so shyly that his whole body turned red, that Zhengzong coughed dryly and looked away.

Cough cough cough, it seems that now is not the time to think about these things, Rick doesn't know what's going on...

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"[Confirmation] The body temperature, pulse, and vital organs of the subject are all unresponsive."

After reading Tsundere Sister's lines, the Ex-Machina girl scanned Rick's state, and said the calculation result without any fluctuation in tone.

Rick, who was a virgin, couldn't help but blush when someone with a female appearance told him about the biopsy test.

Please don't just spy on other people's physiological reactions, okay?Also, don't mention it even if you have a helmet!

Rick secretly slandered in his heart, but on the surface he could only try to pretend to be calm. He couldn't help feeling astounded when he learned another tricky piece of information from the Ex-Machina girl.

If the physiological reaction is known by her, then no matter what she says, the authenticity of the other party will be tested. It is basically hopeless to perfunctory, and the possibility of "lying" being regarded as hostile is extremely high.

I don't know if she understood what Rick was worried about, but she heard the mechanical girl ask again:

"Question: Human beings will be sexually excited in this situation. Is this speculation wrong?"

"...Well, let me answer tentatively that it varies from person to person."

Rick thought for a long time before saying this ambiguous answer.

Although such words cannot be regarded as lying, they can't see the other party's purpose and can't grasp the situation.

Just as Rick was thinking like this, the Ex-Machina girl asked again as if she had found some strange knowledge from the database.

"Question: You don't get sexually excited about this machine—is it because this machine isn't attractive?"

This extremely difficult question immediately made Rick feel dizzy with a headache.

At this time, should I answer that the other party is attractive, or is it not attractive?

This hostility is tantamount to the catastrophe of extinction, and the tricky question raised is a question that is difficult to parry even when facing human beings—more importantly, he cannot lie.

Therefore, Rick had no choice but to make up his mind and carefully observe the Ex-Machinas straddling him.

The other party looked like a human girl about ten years old, with snow-white skin contrasting with long black hair, and ruby-like eyes.

If one ignores the machinery that can be seen everywhere on the opponent's body, as well as the two tail-like pipelines...she is undoubtedly an impeccable beautiful girl.

After deliberating for a long time, Rick replied honestly: "From an objective point of view, I think you are very cute.

Except for sexual excitement, humans are better, and you look a little too young. "

He neither lied nor denied it. As far as a virgin is concerned, this is a perfect answer.

Rick even felt a sense of accomplishment, but the reply from the Ex-Machina girl immediately made the corners of his eyes twitch and freeze in place.

"Question: Picking a partner without sexual experience?"

What's wrong with a virgin, can't he be inexperienced?Obviously I have worked very hard to survive, why do I have to go through this kind of thing!

Rick strongly suppressed the grief and indignation of being pierced by words, and tried his best to choose words that would not irritate the other party, "Do you mean that virgins don't have the right to choose what they like..."

Despite Rick's answer, his thoughts gradually became clearer, and he began to understand the whole situation.

From the previous conversation, he had a suspicion. If that suspicion is correct, then the purpose of this Ex-Machina girl in front of him should be related to human reproduction and emotions.

No, it may even involve the mind, an existence that even humans cannot articulate.

Thinking of this, Rick took a deep breath and expressed his problem.

"It's almost as if you could tell me... what's your business?"

The Ex-Machina girl immediately replied in a flat tone: "Answer: I want to analyze the unique language used by humans."

"Unique language?"

The Ex-Machina girl nodded mechanically and told Rick mechanically.

"Affirmation: It is the unique language called "heart".

Confirming the skin-to-skin relationship, using the unique language of skin-tissue contact, it is presumed to be the communication behavior of the "heart" that the Ex-Machinas lack.

As long as it imitates the same action, this machine can also read the thoughts in the "heart"... This analysis is wrong? "

Hearing this, Rick smiled wryly in silence. The fact revealed by this answer made Rick, who was worried about whether he should answer, couldn't help feeling ridiculous at his own funnyness.

They—the Ex-Machines have been watching us for quite some time, I'm afraid.

Everything about human beings is under the control of the other party, not to mention that the other party already knows about human beings.

The other party uses human language, although it is not correct, but she can also speculate on human sexual behavior, and even the physical reaction is under her control.