Chapter 35: The Birth of the One True God (Continued)

"Then... shouldn't we destroy ourselves as well?"

Such a voice rose among the Winged Species.

With the emergence of that voice, the entire new capital of the Winged Species fell into deathly silence.

As the most loyal race in this world, it was perfectly natural for the Winged Species to think of following their master into death. Or rather, those unwilling to die alongside Arteshu were the minority.

Quite a few Winged Species began activating their powers, preparing to deal themselves their final blow.

"Are you all so eager to die? Won't you listen to your master's final words first?"

Suddenly, another voice rang out through the city of the Winged Species.

The despondent Winged Species, their hearts broken by their master's death, raised their heads one after another and saw a boy radiating the unique aura of a Divine Spirit Race.

"What business do you have here, Sole God?"

Azriel, having abandoned that ridiculous verbal tic, stared at the god who had once made a wager with her race and slowly asked.

"I merely came to receive the gift Arteshu bestowed upon me."

The boy holding the Star Cup spoke with a smile.

"A gift... bestowed by Lord Arteshu?"

Many Winged Species were still somewhat bewildered.

"As you can see, as the strongest, I have no followers of my own. When his wish was fulfilled, Senior Arteshu gave you to me as my followers."

The boy spoke in an exceedingly calm tone.

"Why?"

Someone among the Winged Species questioned him.

"There were probably two reasons. First, I helped him understand what it meant to be the strongest. Second, Senior Arteshu was worried that you might do something foolish and kill yourselves, so he found something for you to do."

The Sole God swept his gaze over the bewildered faces