Little Jiyi Longs to Slay a God (5K) (Continued)

Mayumi said that, it all suddenly dawned on me!

It was during the great war six thousand years ago that humans here weren't even in the hierarchy, and weren't even considered a legitimate race, which is why Jibril called him a monkey.

As for the pointy-eared elves, they probably mistook Alpha for Elf.

After all, only Elf have those pointed ears and such beautiful appearances.

Alpha is quite perceptive and sensitive, and she naturally sensed that the people here disliked and feared her. So, to avoid causing any further trouble, she took the initiative to leave and go for a walk.

So what about New York?

Where did she go again?

"Miss New said she was worried about Miss Alpha, so she went along to scout out the surrounding area and gather intelligence."

"All right."

Mahiro sighed softly.

Since the people here won't accept Alpha, he'll have to find another place to stay.

He valued his family more than the people here.

Arbont Heim, the "Sky City" floating in the air, is a strange place that resembles a collection of countless scattered Rubik's Cubes.

Essentially, they are Phantasma, one of the fifteen races possessing intelligence.

In addition to this, it has another identity: it is an independent world of Disboard, the city of the Flügel and the location of the throne of the God of War Artosh.

But at this moment, within this blocky city, the mournful cries of a beautiful girl could be heard.

"Waaaaahhhhh~~~ Little Ji! Where did Little Ji go?! She's been gone for days! I'm so worried!"

A beautiful, ethereal girl of the Flügel was flying around, her wings of light spreading from her waist.

The halo above her head spun wildly, mirroring her mood, only the patterns it formed seemed far more intricate than those of Jibril.

Besides that, the most eye-catching feature is the curved horns protruding from between those emerald-colored hair strands.

"Waaaah~~ Little Ji is so mean! He just unleashed 'Heavenly Smite' without permission, meow~ Little Ji must be in danger, meow, but where am I supposed to find him? How am I supposed to live without him, meow~"

This Flügel cried like a child who had accidentally lost her beloved toy, but no one came to comfort her, leaving her to cry and fuss.

Other Flügel gathered around her; some were resting in mid-air, some were reading books about the Elf, and others were lying on the blocks in a strange posture, quietly watching their predecessors' performance.

But in the end, her tearful cries disturbed the others.

"... Senior Azriel, could you please be a little more composed?"

A calm sound echoed in the silent space.

The speaker was also a Flügel, but she had a more mature appearance than the Flügel called Azriel, like a ripe fruit.

Although they were wearing the same revealing clothing Flügel, the color was purple, a pure purple without any other colors.

High heels and stockings exuded the charm and allure of a mature woman, while her sea-blue hair added another unique touch to her beauty.

Unlike other Flügel, she only had half a wing left, and her halo was also only half-formed.

However, although she looks more mature and older.

However, compared to Azriel, the first individual, she was born later and was the fourth individual created by Artosh — Raphael also possessed the name of an archangel.

Upon seeing Raphael, Azriel teleported in front of Raphael and hugged her tightly.

"Waaaaah~~~ Raphael, listen to me, meow~ Little Ji, she, Little Ji has gone missing, meow~~~ She completely stopped responding after unleashing Heavenly Smite, I'm so worried, meow~~~"

Raphael sighed upon hearing Azriel's complaint.

"Senior Azriel, please calm down. I don't find this surprising at all. That's just Jibril's restless personality."

"But... but..." Azriel couldn't help but complain, "Little Ji almost died last time he challenged the Dragonia, and now he's suddenly disappeared... and what's more, Little Ji is so cute, meow~ What if he gets caught by those inferior races and they do all sorts of things to him, meow~!"

Raphael: "..."

She was at a loss for words.

However, what Senior Azriel said is not unreasonable; such a possibility exists.

Hahahaha!

Just then, a tremor came from Abant Heim, accompanied by a wild, arrogant laugh.

"What... what happened?!"

Azriel didn't react at first, but then realized it was her master's laughter, and quickly flapped her wings and flew to the throne room!

Behind that heavy, imposing gate, a man with rock-like, muscular physique sat on his Supreme Throne, laughing loudly.

He is the strongest of the Old Deus, the man known as the God of War, and the creator of the god-slaying weapon, the Flügel race—Altsch.

Its enormous body was about twice the size of Flügel, with a black beard as strong as steel hanging down, and eighteen wings on its back wrapped around its body like a cloak.

With its sharply defined features and golden eyes gazing across the sky at the changes on the earth, it seemed to be recalling something.

"Why is Master laughing, meow? My Master, has something interesting happened?"

After Azriel arrived using spatial teleportation, she immediately retracted her wings and aura, knelt on one knee, and respectfully inquired about the reason.

It's no wonder she was so flustered and curious; ever since those pitiful Old Deus died or went into hiding, she had never seen her master smile again.

"It's alright. I've seen it. My nemesis, the one capable of killing me, has finally arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Azriel gasped.

"How could that be?" she replied, frowning.

"No one on this earth can rival my Lord."

Is there really anything in this world that can rival its master? No, absolutely not.

Because the master is the god of war,

--War is the killing of one another.

Competition, battle, killing and being killed, both sides wager life and death, tempering their souls and existence.

That continuous cycle of convergence is precisely what gives birth to the concept of the master, and is also the essence of the master.

Therefore, the master would personally go to the battlefield to arouse killing intent.

Hate it, be angry it, rebel it, gamble your fragile life, use all your wisdom, and foolishly challenge it.

The reason for being "the strongest" is to crush everything with overwhelming power.

To pacify the world by force, to demonstrate power and law, and to define the strongest person—that is the master.

However, one-sided massacres cannot be called "war".

Therefore, the owner has been depressed and listless for a long time.

"Heh, Azriel, your vision is still so short-sighted."

Artesius only responded with a vague remark.

"Yes, Master."

"But... what kind of being would be capable of killing their master?"

"A monkey."

"Monkey?"

In her mind, those monkeys who called themselves humans were nothing more than ants struggling to survive on the ground, incapable of even using magic.

Could such a creature truly kill its master, the God of War?

If anyone else had said such a thing, Azriel would never have believed it, but since it was the master of the God of War, she had no choice but to believe it.

Artesius, seeing through her thoughts, slowly said, "Don't worry, it won't be long before that monkey stands proudly before us."

This made Azriel even more skeptical. A monkey could actually face the might of Old Deus? And even contend with the strongest Old Deus, Lord Artesh?

This is simply a fantasy.

This time, Artes didn't offer any further explanation, but simply gave Azriel a meaningful smile.

He also told her not to look for Jibril, that she was safe and had her own things to do.

Azriel was shocked. How did her master know Jibril hadn't returned?

But when Azriel thought of Jibril's special circumstances, she understood, and lowered her head deeply, not daring to disobey or ask any more questions.

Artosh, having stopped laughing, sat upright before the throne, propping his head up with one hand and gazing into the boundless void.

He will be killed by a monkey.

This prophecy was not something he foresaw into the future; even as the God of War, he didn't possess such an ability. Rather, it was spoken by End Dragon, an old adversary whom he had personally killed.

Before his death, Hati Riem did not sacrifice himself to take him down with him; instead, he burst into laughter.

It is said that in the future, a monkey from another world will pull him down from his so-called throne of the strongest and personally pierce through his very essence.

Artosh believed it.

Because the Dragonia is a very special existence, the closest to "creation," and a purer existence than the Old Deus!

They are also the only race capable of rivaling the Old Deus!

Their language—Dragon Spirit Language—is itself a form of magic, possessing the power to command all things in the universe.

Each of their scales possesses a vast amount of elven power comparable to that of the Flügel.

Their existence is centered on "self," and they are "multi-dimensional life forms" that exist simultaneously in both "past" and "future" time.

Therefore, they are able to foresee the future, and it will surely come true.

So Artosh fell silent, letting his Winged Flügel wage war and slaughter, while he sat listlessly on his throne, watching the utterly boring carnage on the ground, waiting for the monkey to arrive.

Even Althu didn't know how many years had passed during this wait.

Now, we've finally waited for this!

Like rain after a long drought, Artosh felt like he had been reborn!

He's so excited, he's already thinking of going to their door!

But he couldn't do that. As the zookeeper, he had to wait for a challenger to come and let the monkey understand who the real challenger was!

Because he is the God of War, an invincible god, and also a pathetic Old Deus who desires to taste the poison of failure.

In the days that followed, Miyuki and Mayumi began to officially enjoy life in the other world, albeit in a pastoral style.

However, for the two women, the head of the Yotsuba Family and the soon-to-be head of the Saegusa Family, planning the settlement would be quite simple.

In just one week, the once somewhat chaotic settlement has been transformed into a well-organized and orderly community, undergoing a complete overhaul from the inside out.

As Riku's sister, Corone was very surprised.

Originally an energetic girl who inspires the community, she didn't hesitate and directly asked Miyuki and Mayumi for advice.

The two professors were also very generous with their Corone, and coupled with Corone's cheerful personality, the three quickly became friends.

Riku was shocked by the changes in the settlement, but his eyes held a hint of expectation.

He made the right bet.

Bringing Yotsuba Mahiro to the settlement was definitely the right choice.

However, he also knew that Yotsuba Mahiro was leaving, and he didn't know how to persuade her to stay. After all, the resistance to elves within the settlement was something that couldn't be changed in a short time.

At night, Jibril, who was once a prisoner... oh no, now upgraded to be Yotsuba Mahiro's personal servant, will also find Miyuki and Mayumi to chat with.

She was very interested in the CAD-like device the two men were using.

However, they would naturally not let Jibril touch such a thing, regardless of the Flügel One's motives.