The God Killer in the Comic World

Chapter 60

"you are......What's the meaning?"

Raphael was stunned.

"All the people who want to kill me have appeared."

The God of War Artho made a deep voice.

His strong body was twice as big as the Flügel, with a black beard hanging down like steel, and the eighteen wings on his back were wrapped around his body like a cloak. He was as tough as a knife. His face projected a sharp and divine gaze like the golden version.

Just such a simple movement made Raphael feel that his brain was shaking.

But when Raphael heard the voice of the God of War, his eyes widened in surprise

"Impossible, no one in this world can compete with my Lord."

Out of belief in the Creator, Raphael quickly responded

"Ha ha ha ha!"

However, Artosh showed a rough smile as if he didn't hear Raphael's flattery. His look was even more frightening to the Flügels under his command.

That smile with deep meaning could not be frightened. People speculated on the meaning.

But even such a change in expression made Raphael feel that he had lost his composure.

The master is the strongest, the apex, the strongest god, and the king of kings.

The supreme god - the master is" The embodiment of the concept of"war", so no one can be the opponent of the master, because he is the strongest, he is the strongest.

"Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

When Artesh mentioned this matter, the girl's mind flashed to the arrow of light that destroyed the world.

That time was the first time she saw her master injured since she was born.

"You mean?"

Thinking of this, Raphael took a breath.

As one of the witnesses at that time, she knew that it was a power that was superior to the Flügel. The spray of golden blood and the god being pierced through the shoulder all made her remember Still new.

However, even so, she still firmly believes that the master is the strongest.

Just because he is the god of war.

And war is killing each other, betting on each other's life and death, tempering one's own soul and existence.

It is precisely because of the repeated cycles throughout the ages that The concept of war will be born.

It is the war itself, so it will be invincible in the war.

As for the opponent who hurt the master, it is just an ordinary greeting, and it is far from being able to use the word"war".

Even in the past The battle with the Final Dragon King was also a one-sided massacre and could not be called a war.

It is because of this that this world cannot let the master feel the joy of war, so Artosh will sit on the throne hesitantly and lazily all day long. On the top, he supported his cheeks boredly and looked down at all living beings.

Dragon spirits, fantasy species, even the God of Forging and the small dependents who have been active so far, in Artexu's view, are just a group of ridiculous people. Just a clown.

As long as the God of War takes action, he can destroy that ridiculous alliance in an instant

"That man gave me a very special feeling."

Although he was just a little careless last time, the lightning gun that arrived quickly still allowed him to regain the excitement he had when he was born. It just so happened that this time the goblins couldn't help but take the initiative, allowing the world to witness the shadow of war again.

"Everyone, prepare to meet those weak challengers first."

Artexu stood up from the throne, and the wings that attached to his body slowly opened, revealing his naked upper body, but extremely strong body.

Although it was full of muscles, it did not make people feel bloated. , on the contrary, he is showing the world what pure violence aesthetics is.

Artosh's face is filled with joy.

It's like a child who is extremely happy when he sees his favorite toy.

The nine pairs of wings are completely stretched out to both sides, which is different from the purity of the Flügel. The white light, the light blooming from Artesio's wings is a gorgeous golden light.

Just shaking slightly, it enveloped the entire Abant Heim in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, all the people who sensed the call of the master The Flügels flew from all over the floating city and finally gathered together.

They wondered why the Creator came out of the palace, and were even more surprised why the God of War suddenly summoned everyone.

But no matter how many doubts they had in their hearts, they No questions were asked.

Artesio is their creator. What he wants to do and what he is thinking, even just guessing, is disrespectful.

"My lord, Azriel has not been found yet, and there has been no news about the extra-special individual Jibril."

Over the floating continent, Raphael asked his worries

"No problem."

Althos shook his head lightly.

As if he didn't care about the life or death of the missing person, he slowly raised his right hand, and light condensed in his palm.

"What's the point of being the strongest without challengers?"

After he finished speaking, he suppressed his smile and looked down at the lower world with calm eyes.

Focusing on a certain place, he made a declaration that shocked the world.

"Machines, forest elves, goblins and dragon elves, as well as those idiots who pretend to be gods in front of me, welcome the final moment."

"So, hate, be angry, resist, risk your ridiculous and fragile lives, and use all your wisdom to challenge me stupidly!"

To suppress and ravage everything with overwhelming force is the strongest foundation.

To pacify the world with force and ravage it with overwhelming force is the God of War Artho.

The golden flash fell from his hands to the earth, and did not come out. In a few seconds, the surging ball of light collided with the earth. Mountains, land, and rocks were blown away like foam. The flash of light that burned the sky and the earth made Abant Heim scream. Everywhere he looked

, The land within thousands of kilometers was evaporated in this way.

In order to prove to the world his return, the unparalleled power made part of the world disappear with just a casual blow.

However, this was just the opening ceremony.

In order for the world to bear him With all the power of the universe, Artosh has no intention of stopping just yet.

"All, ready."

This voice seemed to have magic power. While the fantasy land was shaking, many Flügel girls also let out mournful sounds.

"My Lord, do you really want to do this? But in this case, we will not be able to assist you in the future."

Artosh's meaning is very obvious.

The weak don't need to take action himself, just let the Flügel unite to release the"divine strike" to destroy those annoying flies.

"so what?"

Arteo's golden eyes showed a fierce look, and Raphael, who was looking directly at him, froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

Then, an arrogant voice came into his ears.

"I am the strongest, you are all my servants, you don’t need to think about other things."

The so-called strongest is the God of War, and the weak is everyone except him.

After understanding this, Raphael not only did not feel insulted, but felt ashamed of it.

So he shouted loudly:"All Flügel—get ready.""Sky Strike", give all your power to Lord Artosh!"