"Two Flügel, an Elf, and... human? No, this must be an Old Deus!"
Looking at the four people before him, Ronny immediately analyzed.
Although he couldn't sense any divine aura, no matter how he looked, the black-haired, black-eyed man was clearly the highest-ranking person.
Noticing Jibril's fanatical gaze toward Ryuga, he subconsciously thought of the Flügel's supreme leader—War God Artosh.
However, recalling what Raphael had said earlier and the Flügel girls' complex expressions, this person shouldn't be that War God.
Could this be the Ryuga-sama the Flügel mentioned earlier?
Thinking this wasn't a direct conflict with War God Artosh, Ronny couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Although he'd never seen War God, he didn't doubt the other's terror. If this enemy wasn't War God, their pressure would be much less.
Just as Ronny secretly relaxed, he suddenly noticed changes in Ocain before him.
For some reason, his main god was staring intently at the unusually busty Elf, as if seeing something incredible.
"Great Master?"
Ronny asked confusedly.
Ocain didn't respond, still fixing his solemn gaze on Think, his expression full of confusion.
"Little girl, why do you carry Forest God's divine essence aura? What's your relationship with Kainath?"
At first glance, he'd almost thought Kainath had become female. Think's current aura was identical to Forest God's. Old Deus always identified each other by divine essence—if unfamiliar Old Deus saw her, they'd definitely think Think was Kainath himself.
But Ocain wasn't deceived by divine essence. Besides having dealt with Kainath many times, instinct told him the being before him absolutely couldn't be Kainath.
That coward—how could he personally appear on such a complex battlefield!
"First-generation Forest God Kainath-sama has fallen. I'm the second-generation Forest God!"
Regarding Ocain's questioning, Think answered with a light smile.
"What? Kainath fell?"
Hearing this news, Ocain was shocked.
Not just because of this rival's death, but because of another meaning Think revealed.
Once Old Deus died, they truly died. What was this about a second-generation Forest God?
Could divine positions be transferred?
Before he could ask further, he saw the second-generation Forest God Think turn and kneel on one knee before Ryuga with extremely reverent, expectant attitude.
"Master God, may I handle this ground mouse god? I'll bring you the results you want."
The Elf-Dwarf grudge was mentioned before. With such a good opportunity to not only eliminate Dwarfs but their god too, Think naturally wouldn't miss it.
However, facing this request, Ryuga only shook his head.
"No."
"Understood."
Think didn't dare insist. Even possessing divine-level power, she was merely Ryuga's prisoner.
Watching their interaction, Ocain was shocked again.
Regardless of how Think achieved it, she now indeed possessed Forest God's divine essence. Ocain could sense her power matched Kainath.
Yet such a god, whose strength could rival his own, showed such deference to another, acting as his subordinate—how strange.
Unless the Ryuga before him was like Artosh—an absolute powerhouse crushing ordinary Old Deus—otherwise her attitude couldn't be explained.
Realizing this, Ocain's gaze toward Ryuga grew much more serious. After Ryuga refused Think's request, he proactively spoke:
"This... Ryuga-san, did you command these Flügel to rob my children's works?"
Not knowing the other's character, he decided to take initiative.
Hearing this question, Ryuga looked back at the Flügel legion girls.
Some looked ashamed, others high-spirited, some wanting to immediately give Ocain a Heavenly Smite.
They felt shame at being unable to handle the Old Deus before them, but had no regret about causing trouble.
If Flügel weren't aggressive, would they still be Flügel?
Most others curiously watched Ryuga, wanting to know how he'd handle this.
He'd said to find him if there were problems—if he couldn't manage this, it would seriously damage their impression.
Regarding the Flügel girls' thoughts, Ryuga paid little attention.
After a glance, he immediately turned back to tell Ocain:
"No, it's just a misunderstanding! The task I gave them was to search for a certain Old Deus, not pure divine essences."
Upon hearing this, Ocain finally understood the situation.
This time, even he sighed in relief.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, could you take them away?"
He cautiously asked.
Regardless of Ryuga's strength, he was still an Old Deus. Even if weak, combined with Think plus over a thousand Flügel, Ocain could hardly win.
Under these circumstances, sending away these untouchable powerhouses would be best.
However—
"I cannot."
Ryuga shook his head, refusing this proposal.
Ocain immediately gripped his giant hammer divine tool, becoming tense.
"Why not?"
"I'm not here to resolve misunderstandings, but to resolve contradictions!"
Ryuga answered calmly.
Initially, Ocain didn't understand Ryuga's meaning.
Only when he raised his hand and ordered all Flügel to raise theirs together did he understand.
Resolving contradictions was simple—just eliminate either side causing them.
From Ryuga's meaning, he clearly wanted to eliminate him.
"Then let's see if you have that ability!"
Ocain no longer held peaceful hopes. He raised his Divine Forge high, divine flames capable of easily forging even Orichalcum blazing fiercely within.
As Forge God, this was his strongest flame. His divine essence was forging all things—even gods couldn't withstand such fierce divine fire.
The stiff atmosphere instantly exploded. Seeing Ryuga's decisive attitude, the Flügel's eyes lit up.
They appreciated this confrontational style.
"Master God..."
Think also showed expectant eyes.
Though unable to personally act was somewhat regrettable, witnessing Ryuga's power would definitely be worthwhile.
She was very curious about Ryuga's abilities.
What kind of powerhouse could casually elevate others to godhood?
At the focus of everyone's attention, Ryuga chose not to act personally, instead looking to his right.
"Jibril!"
"Present, master!"
The Flügel girl immediately flew before Ryuga, awaiting his command.
"Sword blessing suits Flügel well, but there's another power more suitable for you."
Ryuga spoke thus.
"More suitable for me? Could it be..."
Jibril was slightly stunned, immediately widening her eyes, obviously thinking of something.
"I'll demonstrate once—feel carefully."
Ryuga indicated for Jibril to approach. The Flügel girl realized something, immediately excitedly drawing near, looking up at her master.
Under Azril's completely dazed gaze, Ryuga slowly lowered his head, blocking Jibril's breathing, and through magic transmission, passed certain techniques he'd previously comprehended into Jibril's body.
"Uuu uuu uuu, Little Jii's first time was taken, nyaa! Right in front of me, and I can't even resist... Is this the legendary NTR, nyaa? My heart hurts so much, nyaa!"
Azril bit her handkerchief, shedding tears of frustration.
"How dare you look down on me to this extent!"
Ocain was enraged by Ryuga's dismissive attitude.
Understanding his disadvantage required striking first, Ocain showed no intention of waiting for Ryuga's preparation. He hurled his Divine Forge directly.
Suddenly, towering flames burned toward Ryuga's group.
Azril, having received Flügel command authority, tensed up and was about to counterattack, but discovered the towering pale divine fire stopped at thirty meters away, as if blocked by an invisible boundary, completely unable to breakthrough.
"Spacetime barrier?"
Forge God Ocain immediately recognized the obstacle's nature, so he directly raised his giant hammer and struck the spacetime barrier hard.
For Forge God, all spacetime matter was forging material—mere spatial barriers couldn't completely stop him.
However, before he could actually damage the spacetime screen, Ryuga had already withdrawn this protection.
Ocain looked up to see Jibril, who had received her master's knowledge and taste irrigation, now eagerly raising her right hand in a Heavenly Smite releasing pose.
Though unsure what she was doing, Ocain instinctively felt crisis.
Without hesitation, he launched both his giant hammer and Divine Forge together, wanting to interrupt Jibril's action.
However, this behavior was destined to be futile.
Looking at Forge God before her, at the divine tool giant hammer and Divine Forge, Jibril's lips curved in contemptuous smile.
Pushing sword blessing's divine core power to its limit, she aimed her right hand at all obstacles before her.
"All Flügel—entrust your Heavenly Smites to me!"
With incomparable priority, absorbing the Heavenly Smites of the Flügel legion behind her, looking at Forge God Ocain who had sensed something, his expression incredibly disbelieving and extremely despairing.
She gently called out the name of the technique Ryuga had just taught her:
"Divine Strike!"
To be continued…