"The ending of the world's destruction cannot be prevented. Perhaps it was something that was destined from the moment the war began."
Althu said so.
"Nothing in this world is destined. Even if this world originally had a so-called destined destiny, the moment I, an outsider, stepped in, the so-called destiny should have been disrupted!"
Wu Ke said in response to the pattern in front of him.
"Is there no destiny?"
Althu was silent for a while, then asked a question.
"Then do you know what I am?"
Wu Ke felt strange and asked a question.
"Aren't you the creator of the Flügel, the God of War among the gods, Artesh?"
"This is the message of my existence as an individual life in this world."
Arthu did not deny such an identity.
"However, what I'm asking you about is something more fundamental, the reason why I, the God of War, was born - the conceptual existence of something called the marrow..."
Wu Ke's pupils shrank, thinking of the Demon King who was killed by him.
This world war occurred much earlier than the internal recorded history of some races.
In more ancient times, the Flügel race did not exist in the world.
Even among the gods, Artesh does not exist.
The God of War Artesh is a young god born in the post-war era. This is a guy who was bred as a result of the war. Even though the time of his birth was very short compared to other gods, he is still the leader of this world. The most powerful individual spirit.
Just as the meaning of life for the Demon King is to bring destruction to all participating races, for the God of War Artesh, the meaning of his life is also a similar situation. Defeat all enemies to obtain the Star Cup?
No, fighting, endless fighting, should be the meaning of the God of War’s existence!
"Then it seems that I have found the wrong god. I can be roped in to be my ally."
The energy stored in the godhead began to be mobilized, and the cells in Wu Ke's entire body gradually became more loaded, ready to burst into a state of even more terrifying speed and power than before. His eyes were fixed on the condensed pattern representing the energy of the God of War Artesh.
"Fighting is something I like, but foreseeable victory makes me feel boring. And the God War Conference you want to hold was the Dragon Elf [Final Dragon] nine thousand five hundred and thirty-four years ago. After the fun I had with Hardy Leifer, here’s another thing that makes me feel interesting…”
The throne under the complicated pattern suddenly lit up with a little white light.
A tall shadow appeared on the throne.
It has an obvious humanoid outline, but no specific face.
With the appearance of this figure, the surrounding elven power was like finding the running water in the floor drain, and soon formed an energy flow visible to the naked eye, converging into the phantom, and the phantom continued to flow. Solidify.
Afterwards, the Flügels who followed and still maintained their adult form, including Jibril, knelt down on one knee on the floating stone slab in the direction of the figure.
"We sincerely welcome Lord Artesh to visit us in person!"
A dark shadow like a sky strike energy appeared behind the radiant figure. Amidst the respectful voices of Azrael and other Flügels, it gradually unfolded into the shape of wings, blocking most of the background behind it.
Wu Ke's eyes stayed on those dark wings that seemed empty and shadowy, and he remembered what Jibril had said about the circumstances of the creation of the Flügel: it was the God of War himself who broke off the Flügel. wings, thus creating a powerful divinely created life.
The God of War, Artesh, shared part of his own power with the creations he created.
However, even so, at this moment, after the opponent appeared, the energy in the air almost became substantial, which also brought heavy pressure to Wu Ke.
The God of War who stands on top of this planet is probably not weaker than the Darkseid Wu Ke saw in the DC world, and may even be stronger.
"You want to use my power to formulate rules for a battle game for other gods?"
The man of light and shadow grinned, and it could be seen that he was smiling.
“It’s okay, I’m totally fine with it.
Because I am the strong one, and the strong have the inherent right to set the rules of the game for the weak.
I can help you! "
The other gods were regarded as weak by the God of War Artesh.
"Of course, if you change your mind and prepare to deal with me now, the embodiment of the concept of world war..."
Guangying's grin disappeared, and he raised his hand to touch the right side of his chin. Even though he had no face, Wu Ke could still see how relaxed and casual this guy was.
"I don't mind fighting you first, I just hope you can bring me some different fun during the battle, outsider."
It doesn't matter what you choose.
Artesh showed off the posture of a strong man with ease, and quietly looked at the black-armored figure on the opposite side who might burst out with powerful force at any time and attack directly, but he had no intention of taking any precautions against it.
His loose and casual sitting posture gave him a completely indifferent look.
Wu Ke loosened his clenched fists and said: "I choose the former. I need to use your power to formulate a battle rule that can restrain other gods. But before that, I still don't know much about the gods. It’s not profound enough. I want to know what the scale of war between your species of gods can be.”
Hearing this, the light and shadow figure seemed to think for a moment, then raised his hand, and a three-dimensional image of a small planet made of elven power appeared directly in mid-air on the palm of his hand.
"The spirit species can connect to the spirit corridor of the planet itself, so the energy it can draw from the atmosphere is almost unlimited...
Therefore, destroying the planet is something that most species of gods can do only takes some time.
The only difference lies in the upper limit of the output of the gods themselves. For me, it only takes one strike to destroy the planet under my feet, but for other guys, it may take many attacks..."
Artesiu didn't know the specific situation, and he never remembered the upper limit of the strength of those weak.
All in all, destroying the world is probably something that most of the gods in this world can do, and it is not too difficult.
On the three-dimensional planet, many small explosions appeared. After exceeding a certain critical point, they suddenly collapsed in the opponent's hands, as if simulating the future scene of this world, and directly turned into nothingness.
Wu Ke was silent for a while and asked a question: "If the God Seeds fight on this planet, it will destroy the planet. But if they fight in outer space, it will cause irreversible destruction to the planet." A blow?"
Artesiu's body paused, and some did not expect this other way to start the battle: "You are very reasonable. Since the battle on this planet will destroy the planet itself, then as long as we leave this planet If the planet continues to fight, won’t we have no worries?”
As he spoke, Artesh, the God of War, laughed heartily, a bit like a fool who had lost all his nerves.
"In this case, I'll leave everything to you. If anyone dares to stop you from holding the God War Conference, you can come back to me and tell me. I, Artesh, will make those weak guys understand. The weak in this world should obey the rules set by the strong!"
Wu Ke: "..."
But there is a feeling, as if I have become the other party's tool.
Moreover, he himself came to the door and acted as a tool!
. . . .
Half a month after the sea dweller beauty pageant ended, each race that chose to continue participating in the war fell into a strange state.
In silence, they were constantly preparing for the next possible war, and at the same time, they were waiting for their creator's response to the message they sent to an extremely arrogant guy, or, it could also be said to be the response to the God War Conference. Waiting for follow-up news.
And on this day half a month later, I chose to continue participating in the war race, but finally waited for a result, which was an invitation personally sent by the Flügel messenger who suddenly descended from the sky.
On it, there are words written in dignified and exquisite characters of various ethnic groups that anyone can understand:
[On the night when the blood moon is closest to the planet, in the starry sky directly above Abant Heim, the Flügel resident, SB, the righteous messenger of peace, joins hands with Artesh, the creator of the Flügel, the god of war, to invite the gods behind all the races in the world to fight!
Let us decide the winner of the war that has lasted for tens of thousands of years outside the Elven Corridor of the Mother Planet below us. The winner will be able to receive the Star Cup as a prize and become the only supreme god in this world and this planet. !
Come on, you are planted by gods, come and participate in the God War Conference!
Conference event: Battle for the Star Cup!
Conditions for participating in the conference: All the gods who sign up to participate before the event starts!
Rules of the conference: In addition to the gods who have signed up to participate, the rest of the guys who have not signed up to participate, if they dare to have their hands on the Star Cup.
Then, the righteous peacemaker SB and the Flügel war god Artesh (signed), as well as all the gods who signed up to participate in this war, will be the enemies of the cowardly guy, and we will give priority to excluding you (▼ dishes ▼# )Threat.jpg!
(In the following, the purpose of holding this God War Conference, some divine texts, humanistic care about Mother Earth, nature, and some detailed rules of the God War Conference are omitted)...]
The content of the invitation to fight was so ridiculous that it was thrown in front of the leaders of various races participating in the war.
Those gods who had learned the contents of some arrogant messages before and were hiding behind the scenes also saw all this.
Some guys originally had a casual and disdainful attitude, but because the God of War Artesh used his own divine power to carve his signature on it, the terrifying aura they exuded became more serious.
They can be dismissive of the SB guy in the former, but there are not many guys who dare to directly ignore the influence of the latter's war god Artesh.
After all, they were not the only species of gods in ancient times.
But now there are only a few left, and part of the specific reason is related to Artesh, the God of War.
After the other party was born, the other gods killed not only the final dragon among the dragon spirits, but also many other existences, all of which were completely buried by the other party!
[The latest night of the blood moon, the decisive battle outside the planet's elf corridor...]
Faced with such an invitation to a top-level battle, many individuals of the divine species who had disappeared for a long time found themselves in trouble.
Go, they are worried that they cannot defeat the God of War Artesh, but if they don't go, just based on what is written on it, unless they want to be the most embarrassing god species in the future, otherwise they can't even think about the Star Grail, the only god. The throne has any idea.
. . . .
"This thing is so insidious. It actually uses the dependent race we created, so that we, who don't want to be embarrassed in front of the race we created, have to uphold the rules outlined in it..."
Oken, the goblin's creator and the god of forging, was cursing and complaining to a giant-looking guy next to him, and the giant-like guy was listening to his complaints. But he is the first generation giant race leader and the creator of the giant race - Shan.
"I think this is good. After countless years of war, you are tired of it, but no one can bow your head. As soon as this God War Conference comes out, all the gods participating in the war will directly run out of the world to fight. Without worrying about destroying the world that gave birth to us, we can go all out to determine the winner without losing a good way to resolve conflicts."
"What a crappy method. What I'm good at is the power of forging, but not the ability to fight head-on. Once I face that guy Artesh, I won't be his opponent at all."
"You seem to be no match for Artexiu..."
"Shan, if you don't speak, I won't treat you as mute!"
The goblin god is a bit arrogant, while the giant god next to him has a naive look. Both of them are bodies condensed with elven power, but compared to the so-called normal and warlike giants, , the mountain character of the giant god is the same as his name, with a personality as thick and simple as a mountain.
"I read the rules of the God War Tournament carefully, and it doesn't say that a situation involving many versus one is a foul."
"so?"
"So, you are not sure that you can deal with that guy Arthu on your own, but you can definitely contact other people to deal with Arthu. Well, the guy who made the rules may also have such considerations..."
. . . .
In the Forest of Hidden Gods, Kenas, the God of Forest Elves, looked at the invitation to the God War in his hand and fell into deep thought.
In the battle for the Star Cup, the biggest issue that cannot be avoided is the strongest spiritual species that was born from the war-Artesh.
If there is anyone who wants to defeat the God of War the most, then there is no doubt that it is Cainus. This is an ambitious god. He wants to obtain the Star Cup and become the only god to transform the world into what he wants.
