Chapter 30: Both Sides Before the Battle (cont.)

"Raphael, you have contributed enough. Sacrifice yourself here."

Raphael was not angry that Azriel had nearly killed her, inflicted incurable damage upon her, and even caused her to lose half her strength.

It was perfectly normal for weapons to be worn down or even scrapped on the battlefield. Every Winged Species was prepared to be killed by an enemy, and Raphael, as one of the first batch of Winged Species, felt no resentment because of it.

What truly saddened her was that her once forceful, cold, powerful superior had become a groveling fool.

"Put that thing down."

Just as Raphael was reminiscing about the past, a deep, oppressive voice rang out. She looked over and saw that the god, nearly three and a half meters tall, had somehow left his black iron throne.

Without any hesitation, Raphael dispelled the spell binding Azriel, allowing the strongest Winged Species to fall to the ground like a great hero, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Meow~ Raphael, you're so cruel, meow~"

"My lord, why have you left your throne?"

After releasing her former superior, Raphael knelt on the ground and asked the master who had never once left his throne the question in her heart.

The God of War's ferocious yet majestic face revealed profound intellect. When it came to sensing hostility, he undoubtedly possessed the greatest ability.

"A certain challenger can no longer wait. He has made a new move, so I must make preparations in advance."

"You mean that demigod from another world?" Raphael tensed slightly. As far as she knew, that demigod should have been preparing his means for battle and was not supposed to arrive for another two months.

"Indeed."

Having sensed the birth of an entirely new god, Arteshu nodded. "He has completed himself and gained the qualification