If the Elf Alliance and the Dwarf Alliance were soybeans and mung beans mixed together, then the Flügel were the ink poured into it. You could feel that they were almost everywhere, using their superb spatial manipulation abilities to crisscross the entire battlefield, hitting this one, hitting that one.
The entire Southern Continent had become a mess.
And as the renowned leader of the Flügel, Azril movements were undoubtedly a key focus for the other two sides. Furthermore, for Su'er and Think, the Flügel's tacit actions meant that their most fundamental goal might be Su'er.
The emerald-haired Flügel opened her wings wantonly. Although she seemed to be flashing back and forth in mid-air, if you looked at it from a top-down perspective, you could easily find that Azril was flying straight towards the flagship of the Elf Alliance.
Undoubtedly, aware of Azril movements, many flower-sailing ships quickly moved closer to the flagship's position. The magic released by countless Elves working together only seemingly dangerously brushed past Azril, unable to cause even a little skin damage.
Even if her figure was locked with magic, the emerald-haired Flügel just flashed a few times in the air and got rid of all the tracking. In the next second, she had already appeared in front of the huge flagship!
Su'er could even see the dark patterns on her face, a fearlessness that belonged only to those who were confident in their own strength. Su'er was not unfamiliar with this Flügel, Azril, whether from the perspective of others, the footage replayed by Schwi, or the words Jibril once said during a casual chat.
At this moment, Azril was wantonly lying on the outer shell of the flower-sailing ship. Unlike Su'er, who could see her, Azril could not see the things inside this ship, but this did not affect her knowing what was inside.
"Ah~~~, that weed?" Surprisingly friendly, Azril even extended her hand and waved it in a friendly manner, "Little Jib... friend?"
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The Elves who had gathered nervously on the deck of the flower-sailing ship because of her proximity all showed inexplicable expressions, but Azril didn't even have the thought of giving them a glance. On the entire ship, probably only Su'er and Think... and perhaps Nina, the agent that Think supported, could understand her words.
Azril question naturally got no answer.
"To be honest, the thought of having to face you rats makes me especially troubled... Stealing away my most adorable little sister and all," Azril said, seemingly pointing at her forehead in a headache. But in the next second, she suddenly yelled nervously, "Ah ah! I mean you guys made Little Jib troubled and conflicted! I'm not saying you guys actually stole her away Nyaa!"
"It's absolutely impossible for you guys to steal my sister Nyaa! ABSOLUTELY! IM! POS! SIBLE!"
The emerald-haired Flügel ranted and raved nervously. She was like she was fighting a close-quarters battle with an invisible enemy.
Looking at this insane Flügel from the outside with cold eyes, no matter what Azril purpose was for choosing to appear here at this moment, neither Su'er nor Think had any intention of going out to talk to her.
As mentioned earlier, all races had a premonition in their hearts that the final winner of this great war that had lasted for countless years would emerge after this war, and this invisible intuition drove them to invest all their strength into it, which meant...
With a sound like spring rain washing over glass, the expression on Azril face, which had been hanging a fake smile, suddenly changed, and she disappeared from where she was. Unlike the rainbow fissures that could be seen when she traveled through space in the past, her disappearance this time left no trace.
In the next moment, a huge flower of energy blossomed out of thin air at the location where Azril had been. From red to white, going through a gradient of orange-red and orange-yellow, the flower elegantly spread its petals. Although it looked incredibly beautiful, its threat could be seen from Azril nervous and serious expression when she reappeared in the air on the other side.
Yes, investing all their strength—that meant the personal arrival of the Old Deus.
[Disappear, you weakling.]
An indifferent voice appeared in the ears of everyone in this corner. This was the proof that the Elf creator, the Forest God Kainath, had appeared here. This great war even made the cowardly, timid, and bullying-the-weak and fearing-the-strong foolish Old Deus that Think spoke of take a step.
Leaving aside the Elf who were so excited to tears because of the personal arrival of their creator, Azril no longer had the luxury to leave a string of harsh words before leaving. The emerald-haired Flügel could even be said to be stumbling and crawling away under a series of flowers that blossomed in the air, until Kainath temporarily stopped her hand.
No one could understand the power of the Old Deus better than Azril—compared to the Elves and Dwarfs who had been fighting each other for countless years, the Flügel looked down on such low-end prey and hunted in groups more often for Dragons, Giants, and the Old Deus, treating them as their enemies.
I believe this premise is already very clear. In groups—that means a single Flügel cannot compete with these three races.
Except for her younger sister, Jibril, who broke all the Flügel's common sense and was deeply loved by her master.
And now, the one who was striking at her was not the likes of the Dragons and Giants, but a true Old Deus. Compared to the record of two hundred Flügel challenging and being defeated by an Old Deus, at least they had successfully hunted a Dragon after mobilizing fifty Flügel.
All in all, the only thing to do now was to escape. She couldn't die in this strange place.
After effortlessly driving away the Flügel, whom the other Elf regarded as great enemies, like driving away small insects, the Forest God Kainath's gaze seemed to turn to the Dwarfs on the other side. He was considering whether to give those foolish gophers a hard blow while Okein had not yet arrived.
As if sensing Kainath's thoughts, almost at the very moment he cast his attention over, a huge fire giant rose from the ground into the sky. That was undoubtedly the Dwarf creator, the God of the Forge, Okein, whom Su'er and Think had met once.
Amidst a burst of loud laughter that echoed throughout the entire battlefield, Okein forcefully smashed the huge hammer in his hand downwards. A tide of flames surged towards Kainath's location as the hammer fell, as if to completely engulf him.