I! Heaven's will, let Teyvat become the supreme world

"That's right, if it's an Old Deus, we will definitely be able to bring an Old Deus head to Artosh-sama, meow." Azrael's eyes were also shining, rubbing her hands.

"And since Artosh-sama killed that reckless Dragon Spirit who claimed to be the strongest, he hasn't stood up from the throne for a long, long time. If we can hunt an Old Deus, Artosh-sama will definitely be looking forward to us."

After saying that, he looked at the fourth individual of their Flügel, who was also the tactical intelligence Raphael.

"You're right, Raphael."

The short-haired Flügel nodded: "Yes, we must all go out to subjugate the Old Deus."

As the wings created by the strongest Old Deus, Artosh-sama.

Even if a single individual is stronger than them, they don't take it seriously.

They are not used to fighting alone.

A team of five Flügels can defeat a giant, and a squad of fifty Flügels can defeat a dragon.

And a single Flügel can defeat a fleet of elves or gnomes.

To defeat even the weakest of the Deus, all the Flügels must be mobilized to form a legion.

To just fight, if you want to defeat them, you still need the power of their creator.

"Then let's go search for where the Deus are, hehehe..." Jibril's saliva was about to flow down.

She was the last Flügel born, the little sister of everyone, and she had never participated in the battle where the entire Flügel army went out to defeat the Deus. This made her particularly regretful and she wanted to prove her ability.

At this moment, Artosh's voice appeared.

[This is not the birth of the Old Gods. This is a change in the rules of the planet. Some rules that even the Old Gods must abide by have imprisoned the entire planet... no, even the universe outside the planet. ]

[Something... huh? ]

The deepest part of the small world inside Avant Heim.

The entire small world is made up of blocks as if from 'My World'.

In the deepest part stands a tall throne, and Artosh sits on it like a rock.

Artosh is a burly man, more than twice the height of an ordinary person, with well-developed muscles.

A pair of sharp and bright golden eyes reveal a lonely and arrogant divine light, and a sparse black beard falls on his chin.

The most eye-catching thing is the eighteen pairs of wings on his back. When not in use, they are folded up, like a feather cloak draped over the body.

What happened in the depths of the planet? The order that cannot be violated by anything has taken over the planet and the universe...

Is it because the war has not ended yet?

He can already reap the fruits of victory, but he is the ‘strongest’, and his essence is the concept of ‘strongest’ and ‘fighting’.

Star Cup? ‘The One God’? To himThere is no meaning, he only wants to fight, only wants an equal fight.

Instead of being born with the ‘strongest’, such a strong person is meaningless to him.

The strongest person who has never failed is meaningless.

He longs for an opponent. An opponent who can challenge him, be equal to him, or even defeat him.

“Hmm?”

Artosh is not interested in the changes in the universe, but in the distant space, there are many powerful and unmatched auras, much stronger than him, at least he cannot guess for the time being.

These auras are coming towards the planet under his feet with a gesture of claiming sovereignty.

The golden eyes ignited flames in an instant.

He suddenly stood up from the throne in the unbelievable expressions of the Flügels.

“Ah? Master Artosh has stood up!”

Azriel hurriedly flew back to the ‘small world’ and came to Artosh’s throne, saying in shock.

"Master Artosh! Are you going to fight? Have you completely won the victory?"

Everyone of the Flügel knew that Master Artosh had been sitting on the throne because he could not find an opponent.

Since it has been said that the abnormality on the planet just now was not the appearance of the Old Deus, it means that Master Artosh is tired of those long-eared dragons and moles buzzing in his ears and wants to kill all their creators.

They were excited at the thought of this. They had been waiting for a day for a long time.

Before the other Flügel could speak excitedly, Artosh said.

"A strong man from outside the universe has come to our world."

As an Old Deus, the concept of the rules of the world is personified, so they can naturally sense what is happening.

"So that's how it is. If there are no strong people in this world, then there must be strong people in the other world."

"Did they come accidentally, or something else?"

"But it doesn't matter. Since they are strong, there will definitely be a war."

"My feathers, the existence outside the universe is about to arrive. Prepare to fight."

The heart of God that had stopped beating in Artosh slowly resumed beating, and the thumping sound was like a drum in a war.........

"Ah? A strong person from outside the universe?"

"Universe? Is there another universe outside the universe?"

"I don't understand what's going on, but Master Artosh has finally started to lead us in battle!"

Chant~

Avant Heim sang, looking at the King of the Universe, feeling the aura of countless 'Old Gods', some of which were even far superior to the 'God of War' that had conquered it, and Chaos' eyes were filled with fear from the soul...

"Let's go——"

But as a Phantasmagoria that had been conquered by the Old Gods, it still suppressed its fear and flew towards the universe.

...

Under the magma, in a huge forging furnace.

The God of Forging, Okan, opened his magma-colored eyes, and from the appearanceHe looked like a very rough humanoid, with eyebrows and beard all made of flames, and muscles like steel.

As the incarnation of the rule of ‘forging’, he clearly felt a strange order acting on all rules.

His expression showed surprise.

“So many spirits of Gods! What’s going on?”

“Hmm? That battle madman Artosh actually ran over on his own initiative?”

“Hehe, that’s right, after all, with so many spirits of Gods, he would definitely run over.”

“Is there another universe outside the universe?”

He has not left this planet yet. He is the only one among the Gods who has left the planet and escaped the war, the only one on the Red Moon, the Lord of the Red Moon who occupies the Red Moon.

"Hahaha, it's getting more and more interesting! Even the Gods outside the universe want to participate in this 5.3 war?"

"5.3 boys, don't go out for now! Wait and see what happens!"

The commander of the Dwarfs, Ronnie Drauunir, asked in confusion after receiving the message: "Master, why is this?"

For the Dwarfs, Okan is not only the creator but also the father, and Okan thinks so.

It can be said that the Dwarfs are the most loved by the creator who created them, which makes them look up to themselves, and they don't take either the Flügel or the Dragon Spirits seriously.

And Okan also indulges them in everything they do.

...

On the red moon.

The Centaur-shaped Moon Singers surrounded the temple.

The Lord of the Red Moon looked at the small 'light gate' visible to the naked eye in the universe in shock.

Countless points of light, ‘Gods’ leaped out of the light gate, and came towards her like a meteor shower.

“What kind of gate is that? Those are all Gods! The same kind?”.