Early-Game Bosses Are No Match for Late-Game Mooks

Jibril asked with difficulty.

"No, to be precise, it's this sword."

Iori was carrying a damaged, ornate longsword.

Jibril only destroyed the Divine Artifact clone. If it were a genuine summoned by Iori using the [Life-Saving Hair], its power would far surpass that of the Flügel.

Immediately, a slender sword light shot out from the darkness, splitting the entire sky in two like a thread.

Click!

After a brief pause, space began to shift, and even Jibril's body developed diagonal sword marks from her chest to her waist.

"Unfortunately, this is all you can do."

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, Iori appeared Flash Step beside Jibril, who was still in child form, raising her blade.

"I lost..."

Jibril's pupils contracted, but she revealed a twisted, fanatical smile.

"But I won't give up, and one day I will—"

Call out!

Iori's demonic sword pierced through Jibril's body without mercy, completely staining the Flügel girl's skin crimson—

Then, the spell was activated, and the girl whose amber eyes were gradually losing their luster was suddenly enveloped by a beam of light and instantly disappeared into space.

"Um?"

Feeling something, Iori looked up at the sky and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wow, there are so many."

"..."

In the sky, a green-haired Flügel girl held a childlike Jibril in her hands, smiling but staring at Iori with murderous intent in her eyes. Behind her were several companies of Flügel soldiers, like messengers of divine punishment at the end of the world.

"Although I knew Jibril was the luckiest... I never expected that she would be the one to find it this time."

Do you still want to continue fighting?

Iori earnestly advised, "It's best to think about this calmly. The average level of the Flügel is about the same. Some are strong and some are weak, but there is no qualitative difference. Quantity alone cannot bridge the gap in Bleach."

That's really good news.

Azril's smile widened. "The greater the sacrifice, the more valuable your head is. Just thinking about such a wonderful trophy hanging on my wall makes me feel so happy!"

"... Whatever makes you happy."

Although I knew what Flügel people Tianyi was in my past life, I was still speechless when I actually saw it. They were shocked by the twisted values of Tianyi.

"I can roughly guess what kind of person that war god would be if he created life forms like you—he'd definitely be a megalomaniac."

"...What did you say?"

Jibril's expression suddenly turned cold. "Perhaps there's something wrong with my auditory center. Did you just mention the title of some lord?"

Iori grinned, looking up at me. "God of War [Arteshu] - if you didn't hear me clearly, I'll say it again."

"Die--"

"Full Power Hadō Zero: Kai!"

One person versus an entire race?

It feels like the big bullying the small.

Chapter 535: Early-game bosses are not as good as late-game mobs.

Although it was just a casual strike, it easily pierced through the thick layers of earth's crust, causing the clouds in the sky to churn violently, while the figure of the Flügel girl was swallowed up by the darkness...

Call out!

A blinding white light flashed amidst the intense energy fluctuations, causing Iori to raise an eyebrow slightly.

The atmosphere trembled slightly, and beautiful figures appeared out of thin air a thousand meters away. A huge matrix shield protected them, as if a collective barrier had been set up while space was manipulated to teleport them out.

One has to admire the God of War. Putting aside their personalities, the Flügel he created is remarkably capable in both Independent Action and group combat.

"Was that... a self-created spell, different from the Forest Spirit Race's True Magic?"

Azril became serious and focused with utmost concentration.

As the leader of the Flügel, she naturally possesses the highest level of ability, but her appearance is less alluring than Jibril's, and more chilling.

The wings extending from her waist and hips proved her identity, and her appearance was in no way inferior to her kind. Her sea-green hair fluttered in the wind, and her brows and eyes were even more stern, exuding the majesty of a superior.

Incidentally, perhaps due to the characteristics of this race, whether it's her, Jibril, or other Flügel, they all wear very revealing clothing.

Like a dancer's gown, it revealed her abdomen and thighs. Although the key areas were covered up, it still accentuated her figure, especially when flying.

Although Iori wasn't tempted by good looks, he wasn't as awkward as an innocent young boy either. He openly looked the other person up and down before shaking his head.

He still prefers to be a bit conservative.

Strictly speaking, it refers to the shyness and awkwardness exhibited by conservative people when performing various actions.

Holding the childlike Jibril in the arms of the green-haired Flügel, this Flügel who had just fought with Iori was on the verge of death, and the halo composed of geometric patterns on her head was mostly broken, her life hanging in the balance.

But she was really lucky—she survived a fight with Iori, what else could it be but luck?

Under Iori's gaze, the green-haired Flügel immediately stiffened, and colorful patterns appeared on its wings, which were the "Spirit Corridor" where a large number of elves gathered.

In this world, different races have varying degrees of compatibility with elves, which determines their True Magic talent and also affects their combat power.

While we cannot definitively conclude who is stronger or weaker based on this, their approximate strength is indeed related to it.

"Series 1 through 10, full-area protection deployed!"

Under her leadership, all the Flügel activated their performance to the limit, and a semi-transparent polygonal shield appeared in the void before disappearing.

At this moment, every individual is ready for battle!

Perhaps because of her greater strength, she "saw" more than Jibril. Although she couldn't determine the true form of the man before her, she was certain that he wasn't some lowly creature like a forest elf or Vampire Race, and there didn't seem to be a suitable match among the higher races.

... This could very well be the mysterious being that the God of War Arteshu, spoke of!

The thought of this made Azril feel her skin burning, and she wished she could kill Iori immediately and offer his head to the War God Throne.

However, if we want to fight with all our might, it seems we're currently carrying a burden—

She looked down at the badly damaged Jibril, her cold eyes initially showing hostility, but then replaced by a touch of tenderness—a very abrupt change.

"Generally speaking, at times like this, there can be no hesitation; we must concentrate all our efforts. But... after all, it's you, Jibril. Our youngest sister, and among us... the one that that person pays the most attention to."

"Let's make an exception this time... Lulushiel, take Jibril back."

"Well?"

The Flügel that was singled out was extremely dissatisfied. "Why me? It's rare to encounter such interesting prey, I want to stay and participate in the battle!"

"Follow orders!"

The green-haired girl glared at her. "Do you want to go against my will?"

"Ugh... you're bullying me~"

Although Lulushiel was unwilling, she whimpered and obediently took Jibril, then teleported away from the place.

'That's good. If anything unexpected happens, at least Jibril stayed.'

Even multiple Flügel would find it difficult to match such an opponent, even if she—"the Azriel, the First Individual"—led the team!

She deeply admired her Creator, Arteshu, and also trusted the God of War's judgment. Since he believed that Iori had the potential to challenge him, she must be at least a powerful being of the Old Deus level, and the entire Flügel race would have to risk their lives for even a very slim chance of winning.

In reality... Azril had absolutely no confidence.

So, at least let Jibril live. Unlike most individuals, the God of War pays special attention to this youngest of the Flügel, and Azril decides to send her back to the main camp first.

"Come on, unknown race! We'll take your head!"

Although the Flügel race can eliminate all enemies as long as their "master" takes action, it is unacceptable for the Flügel to disturb their master due to their own limited abilities!

"Not some unknown race—remember, my name is 'Iori Aizen'."

Just as Azril had mentally prepared herself, Iori only glanced at it before losing interest.

"I've already said it, simply increasing the quantity is useless... Everyone is pretty much the same as Jibril, at most just repeating the same battle hundreds or thousands of times, what's the point?"

Iori shook his head. He had originally thought that the God of War Arteshu, would intervene, which was why he was paying attention to the situation here. He hadn't expected that it was just Flügel going alone... Was the God of War not interested in him? Or was he simply too arrogant to the Unassailable?

He thought for a moment, then instead of continuing to examine his opponent, he looked towards the other end of the sky.

What was he looking at? Azril wondered, and following his gaze, she saw the green-haired girl's pupils shrink to their smallest size.

[Iori Aizen]!

Another Iori Aizen!

Standing over there is none other than Iori himself!

What's going on?!

Azril took a deep breath, and the other Flügel were also astonished, their eyes filled with disbelief.

It's easy to tell who is the real body and who is the clone, because the one standing on the other side of the sky will burn you as soon as you look at him, as if you are looking directly at the sun... This is very similar to when they met the God of War Arteshu.

While Iori on the ground also gave off a powerful aura, their Bleach was completely different.

"Impossible... impossible!"

Could it be that not only was the one who defeated Jibril an avatar, but the one that made them all feel so threatened was also just an avatar, only slightly stronger?

Hmm!

This, this is simply...

That's right, it must be the mysterious being that the master was looking forward to, and it must be some Old Deus.

Because only the Old Deus can do this, just like Arteshu uses his feathers as the core medium of the Flügel.

"Perfect!"

Azril was prepared to fight to the death. "Let's have a long-awaited God-slaying battle!"

"..."

In the sky, Iori glanced at them, shook her head, and turned to leave.

"?"

Azril was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye Iori disappeared.

"... Have you given up?"

She couldn't understand why the main theme of this world was the life-or-death battle between different races. Given the chance, everyone would kill without hesitation, without any mercy or compromise.

Iori was clearly the one with the advantage, so why...? Did something urgent happen? Or was she too proud of her status and not interested in these mass-produced weapons?

If it's the latter, Azril will feel insulted.

However, she quickly came to her senses and realized that the clone on the ground had not left or disappeared with her, but the weapon in its hand seemed to have changed.

"An Outer Body Technique and an Ama-no-Murakumo... that should be enough."

"Iori" smiled. Although this clone was very different from the original, it was not afraid of the Flügel.

To be honest, Athena might feel this is unfair:

In her homeland, only Unwilling God and Campione! possess the power to cut through continents or evaporate oceans, but in this New World, powerful beings abound, especially in this "Game Life" world. Any Flügel you randomly pick is no less powerful than an ordinary Unwilling God!

The current situation is just like the challenge to the heavenly army in mythology. The only one who can clear the dungeon is probably the Steel God who wears the crown of "the Last King" (not specifically referring to Rama, but could also be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, or Batras who is clearly recorded as being able to fight against the heavenly army).

These Flügel were merely "minions," and the God of War Arteshu behind them was even more outrageous; even if Rama at his peak came, he would have no chance of winning!

The world view of this work seems to be concentrated on one planet, but the Old Deus born here are in no way inferior to the Hero Race next door, and Arteshu is the most overpowered of all.

Athena, a Goddess of Wisdom, who was on par with Zeus and other All-Father in ancient times, has fallen to a point where she can't even be considered worthy of respect... If it weren't for the enhancement patch like the "Brain in a Vat a Vat" that she received from Iori, she really wouldn't be able to compete with even a lowly soldier!

What do you mean?

Azril stared coldly at Iori: "Leaving only a clone behind, are you saying we're not worthy to fight you?"

"Yes."