The God of War Returns (Continued)

Hearing that, Azriel's first reaction was that she was dreaming. She slapped herself hard across the face, only to find from Raphael's disdainful look that it was real.

After confirming that what she had heard was not an illusion, Azriel's first thought was to gather some of her kin and collectively unleash a Heavenly Strike on a pig that had come from who knew where.

Then, unfortunately, she discovered that pig was precisely that guy who picked fights with the heavens, the earth, and thin air, yet still remained lively and well.

From Raphael, she learned that this demigod could even give their master, the God of War, a certain sense of danger. He had recently slain two of the highest-ranking Divine Spirit Race members. Looking across the history of the world, the only ones who could probably defeat him with certainty were their master and the already-dead Final Dragon.

Azriel had no choice but to admit that taking a few of them over there would just be delivering heads to him.

Wasn't that guy merely exceptionally powerful, of excellent bloodline, possessed of countless abilities, extraordinarily bold, and skilled at reading other people's thoughts? What was there to like about him?

Just as she was about to continue trying to dissuade her, she received Arteshu's summons. She could only watch helplessly as her little sister went off to adjust herself, then head off to meet the God of War, feeling somewhat indignant.

"Individual Number One, your mental state does not seem very good."

Seated upon his throne, the muscular man nearly three and a half meters tall, with eighteen wings, looked at Individual Number One, who seemed to be becoming increasingly disgraceful, and frowned.

"I'm fine."

Folding her wings and putting away her halo, Azriel knelt on the ground and