"Greetings, Strongest God of this World."
The black-haired youth, whose aura differed from that of the gods of this world, silently arrived in the War God's hall and bowed to the eighteen-winged deity seated upon the throne.
"No need for formalities, god from another world. You possess a concept similar to mine, and you wish to kill me."
The War God seated upon the throne slowly spoke as he watched the figure who seemed to come from the same world as the gods he had killed not long ago, his eyes evoking war, hatred, and fighting spirit.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Winged Species standing below the throne—beings capable of hunting Divine Spirit Races together—fixed their eyes on this sudden intruder. Their gazes were so cold that they could make the vast majority of creatures feel death itself. This strange fellow resembled both a Divine Spirit Race and a plucked monkey.
At a single command from their creator, they would not hesitate to launch a Heavenly Strike at this strange being from another world.
"Should I say, as expected of the War God? Your ability to sense hostility and fighting intent is even more terrifying than I imagined."
The youth, who possessed the power of humanity and the Beast God within him and had yet to fully transform into the Steel God, swept his gaze over the Winged Species before him and shrugged.
Even knowing that the surrounding Winged Species harbored immense killing intent toward him, he merely smiled nonchalantly, as though those war machines capable of slaughtering lower races were nothing more than dolls with wings.
"However, you are mistaken about one thing. I still have human elements within me, so I can only be considered a demigod."
"Interesting."
The War God, who had sensed that this