Although they had not known each other for long, they knew just how powerful Kurosaki Ichigo was.
Those Elf Species with strength beyond their imagination had been nothing more than people Ichigo could casually deal with by waving his hand.
Since Ichigo had said so, what was there for them to fear?
High in the sky, Artosh, God of War, sat upon his throne.
His bearing remained majestic. His golden eyes looked down upon the earth, while the Flügel army behind him spread their wings, blotting out the sky.
Yet unlike before, these Flügel were taller and more slender, their features more mature, even carrying a faint air of weathered age.
They were no longer the innocent, fanatical warriors they had once been, but "elders" tempered by the passage of countless years.
Artosh looked down from above, his golden eyes reflecting the figures of Kurosaki Ichigo and Aizen, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward.
He had never expected that after crossing into the No Game No Life world, obtaining the System of the Lord of Gods, and replacing the existence known as Artosh, God of War, the first people to appear before him would not be the Ex-machina from the original plot, but Kurosaki Ichigo and Aizen, who did not belong in this world.
Seated upon the throne of Avant Heim, he had looked down at the world below. The moment he saw them, he had almost immediately thought of the Chat Group, even deducing that Riku had joined it.
Though he was not Artosh, God of War, in soul, after replacing Artosh's existence, he was now Artosh himself.
The original Artosh had been exceedingly proud. As the strongest, he had always regarded all others as beneath notice, maintaining the aloof pride befitting the God of War.
Because