Golden light blazed as all the Heavenly Strikes of the Flügel converged together, rotating around the spear of light in Jibril's right hand.
The power to shatter the earth, even to crush planets, gathered in her hands.
——God Strike.
This was originally a power exclusive to Artosh, the God of War, that no one else could master except him.
After being deciphered and transmitted by Ryuga, Jibril had completely learned it and was using it by catalyzing it with her divine essence.
"Though it certainly can't compare to Lord Artosh's true power, if the opponent isn't an entire galaxy but merely a higher-rank Divine Spirit..."
She could win!
This thought flashed through Jibril's mind without a doubt.
The higher-rank Divine Spirits in the No Game No Life world were basically all at the fourth tier, and among the strong ones of the fourth tier at that—at least capable of destroying continental plates, clearing the surface, and shattering moons.
With the normal strength of a Flügel, it would be impossible to challenge such beings.
Unlike the Dragonia who possessed inherent weaknesses, Divine Spirits were generally incomparably powerful existences.
However, now, feeling this power in her grasp, Jibril could finally vaguely comprehend Artosh's state of mind.
Her gaze toward Okan, the God of Forging, changed from serious to indifferent.
The reason was simple——
"Too weak!"
Accompanied by a sigh, a strike capable of opening the heavens and splitting the earth descended.
It was an incomparable power that all gods would submit to.
With just one strike, Okan the God of Forging was completely annihilated by this irresistible divine might.
The aftermath of the God Strike was far from exhausted, directly penetrating to the planet's core, turning the ground beneath into an abyss and leaving an extremely deep scar on the planet's surface. Even the Ether Corridor within the planet trembled and nearly broke apart.
After the dazzling flash disappeared, all that remained in everyone's sight was Jibril with a calm expression and the massive abyss extending to the horizon.
Light shone from the bottom of the abyss—not magma, but the radiance of the Ether Corridor.
If not for the strongest core of this planet that birthed all Divine Spirits withstanding the aftermath, the planet itself would have been cut in half by this strike.
The Flügel who had collectively regressed to young girl forms due to releasing Heavenly Strikes watched Jibril in complete silence.
They looked at Jibril with incomparable awe and shock, as if seeing the main god descend in person.
Since their birth, they had never seen the God of War take action. Jibril's [God Strike] was exactly the power they had imagined, even more real and more exaggerated than what they had imagined.
"Jibril... did you really do this?"
Even Azril, who loved Jibril the most, no longer looked at her with the indulgent gaze of a doting older sister, but with eyes containing some reverence and admiration.
She spoke to Jibril tentatively, not even daring to speak loudly.
Power could demonstrate majesty, and with Jibril's performance just now, she was even worthy of being treated as the God of War.
Hearing Azril's question, Jibril turned around and looked at her with the gaze one gives an idiot.
"Of course it was me! With Master's power, how could I lose to a mere Divine Spirit!"
After giving Azril a disdainful look, she flashed to Ryuga's side and looked at him with equally reverent eyes.
"As expected of Master! To be able to modify Lord Artosh's technique to a level where even I can use it. But I don't remember the God Strike's content very well, ehehe~ Could you teach it to me once more?"
As she spoke, she wiped the corner of her mouth, showing an expression of reminiscence.
It was hard to say whether she was savoring the transmitted knowledge or the feeling of intimate contact with Ryuga.
"Bonk!"
Hearing this request, Ryuga directly gave this perverted woman a hand chop.
"The effect of technique transmission has been improved by me and cannot be forgotten."
He pointed this out.
"How disappointing."
Jibril hung her head in disappointment.
Her master wasn't taking the bait!
Seeing her perverted behavior, the battlefield's atmosphere gradually relaxed.
"Phew, it's still the Jibril we know!"
Azril and the other young Flügel all breathed sighs of relief.
On the other side, Cinque also recovered from her intense shock.
"One-shotting Okan the God of Forging... and it wasn't even the main god personally taking action."
She looked at Ryuga with incomparable amazement.
Although she had tried to estimate Ryuga's strength as highly as possible, only now did she realize her perspective was still too narrow—she had completely underestimated him.
No wonder Ryuga could casually grant her the power of Divine Spirits; he truly didn't care about such power.
Not only did he not care, but even temporarily giving some new techniques to the Flügel was enough to imitate the God of War Artosh's power and slay Okan the God of Forging here.
Having witnessed this strike, Cinque understood that even if she possessed 168 spells and could invoke the authority of the Forest God, she would still be powerless against the [God Strike].
That wasn't something ordinary Divine Spirits could handle.
If Jibril could crush her, then what was Ryuga's limit?
She didn't dare think about it.
At this moment, the only curiosity she dared voice was this:
"Jibril, you said earlier that such power still couldn't compare to the God of War himself? Are you serious?"
She could accept that Ryuga was this strong.
After all, she was already Ryuga's familiar, so the stronger Ryuga was, the better for her.
What shocked her was that Artosh the God of War was also this strong?
Jibril's strike just now could almost destroy planets, and it completely crushed ordinary Divine Spirits, yet she said it still couldn't compare to Jibril?
Was that possible?
Faced with this question, Jibril shook her head.
"I don't know how strong Lord Artosh really is, but he's definitely not weaker than me just now! As for how much stronger... maybe Master Ryuga knows?"
Cinque immediately looked at Ryuga.
"Ten times!"
After pondering for two seconds, Ryuga spoke.
"What?! You mean the God of War's full power would be ten times Jibril's strike just now?"
Not only Cinque, but the other young Flügel also showed incredulous expressions.
They knew the God of War was strong, but didn't know he could be strong to this extent—this had already transcended the dimension of ordinary Divine Spirits.
"No!"
Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Ryuga leisurely shook his head.
"I'm not talking about full power, but ordinary attacks... The God of War's ordinary attacks are ten times what Jibril just exerted."
According to the original author's description, God Strike could not only easily penetrate dozens of planets but was merely the God of War's basic attack. The God of War's strength was on a tier-breaking level.
"..."
"..."
Hearing this evaluation, everyone present fell silent.
Even the Flügel found it difficult to comprehend power on this scale.
"Fighting against opponents of this level... if not for your appearance, Lord, wouldn't the only possible winner of this great war be Artosh the God of War?"
Cinque asked in a daze.
With the God of War's specifications, probably all the other races plus Divine Spirits combined couldn't match him alone.
What was the point of conducting such a one-sided game? The result was obviously predetermined!
"Rather, if the God of War were willing, he could end the war and obtain the Star Grail at any time—he just hasn't chosen to do so."
At this point, Ryuga added:
"Of course, this was before I arrived."
Like the Heretic Gods in the Campione world, the essence of gods was to manifest their divine essence.
If the Forest God obtained the Star Grail and became the One True God, this world would be covered by natural concepts, and the entire world would become a primeval forest.
If the God of Games obtained the Star Grail and became the One True God, the entire world would be covered by gaming concepts, and the entire world would become a large amusement park.
But if the God of War obtained the Star Grail and became the One True God, this world would undergo no changes.
Because this was already the era of great war, the period when the divine essence of war was most thoroughly manifested.
This was why Artosh had no interest in the Star Grail.
Even without obtaining the Star Grail, this world's state was the same as if he had obtained it, so why bother with such unnecessary actions?
Hearing Ryuga's acknowledgment of Artosh the God of War, the Flügel first showed expressions of shared glory, then looked at Ryuga with strange eyes.
After the young girls secretly communicated with their eyes for a while, Azril took the initiative to speak.
"Master Ryuga, since you know Lord Artosh is this strong, why do you still want to challenge him? Lord Artosh never shows mercy in battle!"
Hearing this, Ryuga asked with considerable surprise:
"From your position, shouldn't you be happy about this? Why are you specifically reminding me?"
"I-I'm just worried that if you're not around, Jibril will commit suicide!"
Azril's face stiffened, and she immediately answered.
If they really had to choose sides, they would definitely still support their main god, but Ryuga had left a good impression on them, and they subconsciously felt it would be better if Ryuga survived.
"You don't need to worry about that!"
Before Ryuga could answer, Jibril came over.
"Because Master will definitely win. Even Lord Artosh is absolutely no match for Master!"
"Jibril, you traitor!"
Hearing this statement, Azril glared at Jibril dissatisfiedly.
"I'm telling the truth."
Jibril took the opportunity to hug one of Ryuga's arms, then held up an index finger and gently waved it at Azril.
"Besides, your statement was also a bit wrong. It's not that Master wants to challenge Lord Artosh—it's that Lord Artosh wants to challenge Master... Don't get the positions reversed!"
Looking at Jibril's completely serious expression, Azril was dumbfounded.
"Too arrogant!"
To say that Artosh the God of War was in the challenger's position—didn't that mean Ryuga was stronger by default?
How was that possible!
Just as she was about to ask more questions, an angry voice interrupted this harmonious atmosphere.
"You bastards, enough!"
The one roaring with tears streaming down his face was the previously ignored genius of the Dwarf race, Roni Drauvnir.
Like crawling up from hell, he held up a communicator and looked at his enemies with hatred.
"After killing our god right in front of us Dwarfs, did you think we would just let this go?"
Behind him, Dwarf floating battleships slowly rose from the distance, several golden Marrow Explosion devices locked onto all positions around Jibril.
Marrow Explosion—this immature technology was forcibly employed by him. The eyes of the other Dwarfs also burned with fierce anger, clearly not minding using everyone's lives to exchange for a spectacular revenge.
Even if they couldn't kill the opposing Divine Spirits, so many [Marrow Explosions] were enough to severely wound them and kill those Flügel who had regressed to young girl states with less than one-tenth their previous strength.
Faced with this destructive power's lock-on, Jibril wasn't panicked. On the contrary, seeing the Dwarf fleet, Jibril looked at them with considerable surprise.
"I see, so you gave up resistance earlier and chose to use all your power to protect your people?"
Their survival under the God Strike's aftermath wasn't due to luck but because of Okan the God of Forging's sacrifice of his life.
It had to be said that this Divine Spirit was devoted to his creations.
"Interesting, but even so... do you think those little toys would work on me?"
Jibril's attitude remained very arrogant.
She had released the God Strike through divine essence earlier and wouldn't weaken like after a Heavenly Strike.
The Marrow Explosion spells before her eyes were indeed destructive power for ordinary Divine Spirits, but compared to God Strike, they were still lacking.
Moreover, Marrow Explosion spells still needed mechanical operation to activate.
Such redundant time was enough for Jibril to tear apart all their battleships.
Hearing Jibril's statement, Roni's eyes were bloodshot.
"We'll use whatever we can... We absolutely cannot let the boss die for nothing. All units, prepare [Marrow Explosion] spells!"
"Load Marrow—detonate—fire!"
Without room for negotiation, and fearing the opponent would recover strength in the meantime, Roni directly used all eight Marrow cores at once.
If this exploded, the planet would probably become even more tattered, but the desperate Dwarfs could no longer care about such things.
And just at the critical moment when the Marrow Explosion spells were detonating.
An incomparably rough yet familiar voice suddenly rang out.
"Cancel activation! Stop firing! All Dwarfs stand down!"
A series of commands actually bypassed Roni, the leader, and remotely operated the floating ships.
However, Roni, whose "authority" had been "usurped," couldn't be bothered to scold the other party. On the contrary, seeing this rough figure before him, he was immediately moved to tears, his confused eyes filled with surprise and joy.
"Bo-Boss?"
The one who appeared before him was precisely Okan the God of Forging, who had just died.
"It's me."
Okan looked at his favorite child.
Then he turned around and, under the shocked gazes of all the Dwarfs, knelt down toward Ryuga's position.
"Okan the God of Forging greets Master Ryuga! Thank you for granting me destruction and rebirth."
Hearing this, Jibril immediately understood.
Master had molded the God of Forging back to life!
To be continued…