I Really Am Not the God of Humanity.

Without hesitation, and even with a hint of provocation, Iori said, "It's a pity it's not Arteshu."

"My lord doesn't need to personally intervene to deal with you!"

A powerful elven aura erupted from Azril, Flügel simultaneously unleashed a chilling killing intent as a massive halo rapidly unfolded in the sky.

"Execute the Annihilation Tactics God-Slaying Plan 004!"

Chapter 536 I am not God of Humanity.

A massive pillar of light pierced the sky and turned everything it covered into scorched earth. Iori, holding the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi and surrounded by dense lightning power, shielded his head and face with his arm before the light reached him.

—If it's just a clone, then we really need to be careful.

However, having me deal with these Flügel girls would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; I should focus on finding the Dragon Race instead.

A powerful radiance enveloped her, Iori felt waves of energy forcefully eroding her body, but she was ultimately kept out.

Is there anything else?

"I hereby punish you for your great disrespect!"

Without warning or any prelude, the Flash Step Iori finished speaking, the Flügel girl had already wielded Blade of Light and slashed at Iori's head.

No further negotiation is needed; the judgment is already made: worthless.

A foolish person who doesn't know reverence and can't understand the greatness of Arteshu—

Whether it's the real body or a clone, they all have to die!

Clang—!

The scattered elven light shone forth, and the girl's Blade of Light encountered an unexpected obstacle.

"This is..."

Azril stared in astonishment at the dark metal block that clashed with the Blade of Light, her eyes widening slightly.

"...arms?"

Superior races generally do not use weapons.

Only Mortal Race use various items to enhance their True Magic and physical abilities.

But starting with the Flügel, the superior races have transcended the limitations of physical bodies and tools. All their organs are filled with Spirit Corridor, and they themselves are the most powerful staffs and the sharpest magic swords.

No forging technique can compare to their own talent.

Like the Giant Race, the spears they use are also created within their own bodies and detach automatically upon reaching adulthood—an external organ.

Azril is certainly proficient in combat with various weapons, but those weapons are created using energy, not external objects. They are creations of the God of War, essentially "living True Magic," possessing perfect offensive and defensive capabilities from the moment they were created.

The teeth of the [Dragon Race] can pierce through anything, and their scales are almost eternally indestructible; their massive bodies are their most powerful weapons. The [Phantasmal Beast] are even more extreme; given their unpredictable way of life, weapons are simply a foreign concept to them.

Ultimately, in the eyes of the Flügel, the use of weapons is precisely what makes those weaker races pitiful.

Weapons enable the weak to defeat the strong—so those who have never been weak can hardly understand their importance.

Using this black sword means... this man was once weak?

Without time to think, Azril immediately swung her light blade at several times the speed of sound, her body quickly passing by Iori. Attacks from the other Flügel followed closely behind, like wave after wave crashing against Iori's rocky shore.

They were so well-coordinated and united that each of them had a similar attack pattern, making it impossible to find any weaknesses.

"It's time!"

Buzz—!

The rainbow light of the elf unfolded on Azril like a halo, and a wave of energy that swept everything erupted instantly, covering hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye and engulfing Iori.

This is not True Magic, and it doesn't have a fixed name for any moves.

No one names the way they walk or breathe, and the Flügel doesn't give a name to the Drive Spirit's artillery fire.

Azril's attack, delivered flawlessly, struck Iori, completely engulfing him. As if on cue, countless Light Bullet shot forth from the Flügel race, filling the sky and earth with blinding flashes!

Without considering the Old Deus, among all the races Azril knew, no humanoid life form could survive this attack. The energy surge was powerful enough to flatten mountains thousands of meters high; there was no other possibility.

However, Azril dared not be careless. Although it was just an avatar, it was still related to the Old Deus, and its Bleach must be higher than theirs!

In this world, every step up in the racial hierarchy represents a world of difference.

"Buzz!"

Sure enough, amidst the energy fluctuations that distorted space, a human hand appeared as if passing through a curtain of water, and very naturally and calmly reached for Azril's head.

"Too slow, I could easily dodge it at my speed—ugh!"

The moment that thought crossed her mind, that hand had already grasped her forehead.

Teleportation?

Even with the basic abilities of the Flügel, they were completely unable to understand what had just happened.

Although the movements weren't particularly swift, it was as if the intermediate steps were omitted, and by the time one realized what was happening, they had already been caught.

No!

It's a spatial operation!

Azril was shocked to find herself far removed from her companions, as if she had been "pulled" away. It turned out that, without her noticing, the distance between her and Iori had been erased.

"How did you do that?"

"You seem surprised?"

Iori smiled faintly.

Xu Tian was born with a keen sense of space, which is why he has the talent for the Resurrección and the Garganta. With Iori's current level of skill, he can easily turn the mundane into the magical, so this kind of space-folding technique is not surprising.

What truly captured Azril was Iori's overwhelming speed and power. Even if someone else had the same spatial abilities, they would absolutely not be able to withstand the Flügel girl's counterattack.

"It seems that the combat power of the [Flügel] is indeed very high, but... their patterns are too monotonous."

Iori's calm voice drowned out all other noises and rang directly in Azril's ears.

"Didn't your creators tell you that overly simplistic behavioral patterns make it easy for others to find weaknesses?"

Buzz—!

Similar to how Azril gathered the elves earlier, a massive amount of energy gathered in her palm.

It's neither martial arts nor True Magic; it's simply compressing energy, releasing it all at once, and then focusing and directing it.

In other words, it was just a simple "explosion".

"Boom--!"

A blinding beam of light was released from Iori's hand, Flügel girl's body was instantly sent flying.

Immediately afterwards, as the Flügel rushed up to try and besiege Iori, the light in Iori's hand remained condensed and did not dissipate. In an instant, it released countless the Heat waves, like dense fish scales, blowing them all away.

As soon as Iori stopped, the space behind her distorted, and a disheveled green-haired girl suddenly appeared.

"I'll take this head!"

A cold glint flashed in Azril's amber eyes as she swung her light blade without a shred of mercy, aiming for Iori's neck—

Call out!

Incredibly, just as her sword was about to reach its target, Iori's figure suddenly vanished.

"What—where did they go?!"

Azril subconsciously slowed down, her Flügel's proud perception abilities operating at full efficiency, bringing everything around her under her control.

It examines every inch of space, from the direction of airflow and spatial fluctuations to the number of Reigai and even the finest dust particles.

However, she was unable to react before the hand appeared.

Without any warning, and without sensing any trace of True Magic or elven energy, the enemy simply appeared behind her.

"Once again, this is—"

Azril swung her light blade and turned around, but was intercepted halfway through.

A hand pressed down on her cheek from behind, thumb against ear, four fingers against cheek, naturally disrupting her balance.

What a subtle and terrifying power this was! As Flügel, Azril was completely suppressed in Flash Step, and her body was forcibly pulled to one side.

Her limbs were not bound, and theoretically she still had the ability to fight back, but she couldn't. After being held down by that force, her body seemed to lose control.

"Boom--!"

The head carried the body at high speed through the atmosphere, and the hand kept increasing its force, the airflow as hard as steel rubbing against Azril's face.

"Damn it!"

Although this did not harm her, it greatly damaged her self-esteem.

Extreme anger allowed the girl to regain control of her body, and she swung the Blade of Light to the side and back.

However, the man's face remained expressionless as he let the sharp blade slice across his body, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued to increase the pressure on his hands.

Iori pressed down on the Flügel girl and landed on the earth, carving wide ditches in the ground that could become rivers.

Then, with a calm, even bored expression, he raised the dark Ama-no-Murakumo with his other hand.

"Crack—!"

The barrier was shattered without any surprise, and the blood of the superior race spilled onto the soil the next moment. Iori left indelible scars on the girl's body.

Without showing any mercy, he gathered his strength in his arm and hurled the Flügel girl away.

Whoosh—Bang!

The girl's body flew through the air like a cannonball, then crashed straight into a Flügel that had come to reinforce her. The two of them crashed into a mountain a kilometer away, breaking the mountain peak in two.

"...Um?"

After a slight pause, Iori's face lit up with a cheerful expression.

"This race has really high physical performance; they would be perfect as punching bags."

—If someone knew that Iori's first reaction to these beautiful girls was to act as a punching bag rather than to do something inappropriate for children, they would probably be speechless.

"I reckon that attack was powerful enough to kill Flügel... and yet it still survived. Doesn't that prove it truly deserves the title of 'Spearhead of God Slaying'?"

"Lord Azril!"

"That damned guy!"

"Let's go together and execute Tactic 013!"

"Don't act rashly! Get into formation!"

The radical Flügel was stopped by a single sentence and rushed out from the billowing dust and countless elf remains. The somewhat disheveled girl spread her slender wings and looked at Iori with a serious expression.

The Flügel does not have the concept of "activating defensive True Magic." They are True Magic creations that have gained intelligence, and their defensive spells are always in operation, making them a passive form of protection.

Generally speaking, even if they stand still without making any moves, ordinary races cannot break through the passive defense of the Flügel, unless they form something like a military formation, or simply bombard it with the main cannons of a warship.

However, Iori's casual attack just now easily broke through Azril's defense.

If it weren't for her more stable physical structure and superior performance compared to Jibril, that single attack might have been enough to decide the outcome.

"Today we fight to the death, only to be worthy of the name Arteshu!"

"To exchange all the lives of everyone for a clone?"

"This is a battle to protect honor, it has nothing to do with that!"

"Glory... [Flügel] are God-slaying weapon created by the God of War, but besides the instinct to kill, you also experience feelings of anger."

Iori continued, "Or are you saying that you only give special treatment to the creator?"

"Our master is the strongest being, whose greatness is beyond the comprehension of others, but we have never intended to Human Order through words."

I sincerely apologize for my embarrassing behavior just now.

Azril gave a graceful bow.

"I have never encountered an opponent like you before, so I am a little inexperienced. But I can assure you—this will never happen again."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Flügel girl flapped her wings and soared high into the sky.

At the same time, the other Flügel displayed elven iridescent light, lining up around Azril like wingmen.