The God Killer in the Comic World

Chapter 16

The world situation has been very turbulent since the appearance of foreign races, especially in recent times.

The war has been going on so far. Except for the gods who are recognized as the"strongest", the battlefields nowadays are basically encounters. If the"gods" as the final trump card don't take action, it will be difficult for another incident to involve the world. of battle.

The God of War, Altshugao, is sitting in the palace built by Abant Heim, the fantasy species. He has never come out of his territory since he defeated Final Dragon, one of the strongest dragon kings of the dragon elf species, last time. pass.

The world also knows very little about him.

Only the man-made weapons that are always active in the world, the Flügel, are still running around in groups, fighting, and promoting their terror in the name of the God of War.

As one of the higher-ranking races, the Flügel have great strength that matches their ranking.

In this miserable world spurned by humans, only the Flügel frolicked on the ground all day long.

Fighting for fun, killing for a living, hunting the heads of other races as trophies, the embodiment of death.

Killing and death, despair and hope, the strong and the weak, all of them don't matter in the eyes of these beautiful angels.

As long as it can satisfy the perverted and twisted desires in their hearts, it is valuable.

They are the real angels of death.

On top of Abant Heim's mammoth body, one of the strongest fantasy species, beautiful girls visible to the naked eye are playing and playing in irregular buildings. They all look extremely beautiful, with angelic faces, and their heads are irregular. regular aperture, back......To be more precise, there are white wings growing on the back of the waist.

There is a certain difference from the angels in people's common sense.

At this time, another group of Flügel flew in from afar.

The leader was a girl who looked quite petite and could be called a lolita figure. She was sitting on the ground unhappy.

Her long emerald green hair was casually draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, and she was wearing something almost like a bandage. The aperture on her head was as complex as Sanskrit.

She is Azrael, the first Flügel created by Artosh.

He is the senior of all Flügels and the most powerful one at present.

"Sister Azriel, did today's hunting go well? Any new gains?"

More than a dozen beautiful Flügel girls surrounded the emerald-green long-haired Lolita and asked enthusiastically.

The Flügels would conduct a hunting operation every day, but not everyone had the opportunity to go out, so the rest of the bored guardsmen The Flügels wait for the return of the hunting party every day, asking their companions for interesting stories about their travels.

"Sister Azrael is the one taking action today, so the harvest must be rich!"

"Let me guess, is it the head of a dragon elf or a fantasy species? Those are awesome rarity four loot!"

"Even worse, they are probably giant species. Although they are ugly, they are also heads with a rarity of three."

The Flügels are like elementary school students, gathering together and chattering.

The so-called rarity is the Flügel's own classification of the value of each race.

The highest level of rarity is five, and the lowest level is worthless..Except for the Flügels, the upper-level races have a head rarity of three or above, and the god race has a rarity of five.

"You think too much, meow. I gained nothing today, meow!"

The loli-shaped Azrael said irritably, causing a lot of surprise. The reason why the Flügels can live a carefree life, apart from their bad personalities, is their strength.

Fifty One person hunts giant species, two hundred people hunt fantasy species, and thousands of Flügels can even hunt god species together.

Azrael is the strongest among all Flügels. It is unheard of to wander around for a day without harvesting anything.

"I don’t know what’s going on, meow! I originally investigated the locations of the four heavenly kings of demon species some time ago, but I couldn't find anything when I went there today, nya! There are just a few pieces of junk that don't interest me at all."

The halo above the head and the wings behind him also dropped together, as if to express the owner's depressed mood at the moment.

"Did he know the news in advance and escape?"

"Is it possible?"

"Like a rat hiding in a smelly sewer."

The atmosphere among the Flügels became noisy.

But Azrael always had a bad premonition, which drove her to the magnificent palace. In the throne room, sitting on the luminous supreme throne, there was a rock exposed A man as strong and muscular as a man.

Born from the"war" of the divine marrow, the creator of the Flügel - the god of war Artosh. The pinnacle of the world, the strongest god, the king of kings.

Artesh has many titles, just because He is the embodiment of the concept of"war", so no one can be his opponent.

Because he is the strongest, he is the strongest

"My master, I went out to search the demon species' lair today, but found no trace of them. I guess someone may have destroyed the demon species."

Azriel, as a Flügel, thinks more than others.

The leader of the demon species is a fallen fantasy species. Even a team of three hundred people will take some time to deal with it.

"oh? Yeah?"

Althos sat lazily on the throne, holding his cheek with his hands boredly.

Seeing his master's lazy look, Azrael didn't know what to say.

"Master, there has been a high-energy reaction on the southwest border of the Lucia continent. I suspect that those cunning and insidious human species have some tricks up their sleeves."

Azriel said

"It's a new species of spirit that has appeared."

"What?"

She didn't hear clearly

"I didn't expect that now that the war is going on, there will be activated gods. It's really unexpected."

Artexu's golden eyes flashedHe looked interested, but his smile soon faded away

"New species of gods? Do I need to go and conquer that god species? The words of a thousand people are enough for us to penetrate the essence with our own hands and return to its former glory."

Azriel's expression became excited.

"No need, let’s leave the new god seed for a while. When it becomes strong enough, it will naturally come to me."

After finishing speaking, Artesio felt tired again, as if he hadn't slept well in a few days, and he closed his eyes calmly.

"Back off, Azriel."