Phantasma, Avant Heim, Azrael, the first rank of the green-haired Flügel, sat on the edge of the rock, casually gazing at the combined fleet of elves and dwarves.
"This really is a group of overconfident people, meow~" Azrael said with a cat fetish, her eyes showing death.
This is the nature of the Flügel, and looking straight into the eyes of the Flügel will see death.
"I can't wait to collect the heads." Jibril, an extra in the last work, flew beside Azrael boredly, pink head Long hair fluttering wildly.
However, he looked like trash, but Jibril had an aura of death no less in his eyes than Azrael.
"Well~ After all, the other party is aggressive, better be careful meow~" Even though she said that, Azrael had a frivolous smile on her face.
She didn't think that these people would be able to defeat their creator, the god of war, Artosh, if they united, moreover they weren't united yet, but chose to split into two parts and present a tripartite situation with their own side.
"So sad, if they get together, there might be a chance nyan," Azrael said mockingly.
"Don't say that~ Azrael, after all, they will definitely be defeated by Lord Artosh. It's the same if they join or not." Jibril flew behind Azrael, waved her hand, and calmed down.
It seems that the Flügels really believe in their creator, Artosh.
After hearing Jibril's voice, Azrael lowered her head deeply as if she heard terrible words.
"Ah, Azrael, do you still want to repeat the old trick?" Jibril quickly moved away from Azrael who had lowered her head, as if she already knew the result.
Suddenly, Azrael suddenly flew up and ran towards Jibril.
"Wow ah ah~ Jibril~ call me big sister, meow~"
"I don't want it." Jibril said reluctantly, and Azrael chased after her.
"Then let me hug you~ Please, meow~"
"Hehe~ Then try to chase after me." Then, two beautiful bird-like girls started chasing in the air.
In fact, if you look closely, apart from the difference in hair length, color and face, the two are actually quite similar in terms of type of clothing and body proportions. If they were twins, some people would believe it.
In fact, every Flugel looks similar. After all, they were all made from the feathers of the war god Artosh. It could be said that all of the Flugels were sisters.
For the wings, it's mandatory for the Flügel.
"Eh?"
At this moment, Azrael and Jibril stopped and looked into the distance.
It wasn't the location of the fleet of elves or dwarves, but empty skies.
However, if you pay close attention, where does a little light come from, you will know that a little light in a dark night will attract attention, not to mention ...
"Right, this is Heavenly Smite." Jibril said calmly.
The abilities of the Flügels were the most familiar to the Flügels, but this time, the power of the Heavenly Smites seemed to be very strong.
Sure enough, at this moment, the light suddenly split apart and turned into two strands, which flew towards the elf and dwarven fleets respectively.
*Boom!*
Almost instantly, the Heavenly Smites slammed into the elf and dwarves fleet, making a huge explosive sound.
"I have ordered Flugel to stay here obediently, meow." Azrael frowned.
The two Heavenly Smites just now were considered the maximum power output of a single Flugel.
This was also the reason why the "living" Jibril did not die.
"Well~ who knows, maybe a sister will." Jibril smiled jokingly.
Explosive flames rose into the sky, like so many beautiful flowers on a dark night – igniting the flames of war.
"Time to go, Jibril, ready to attack the meow," said Azrael.
Be it the Flügel's sister or someone in disguise, the elves, dwarves, and others would not turn a blind eye to Flügel's provocation due to a "misunderstanding".
"Finally, will there be a war!" Jibril smiled happily, and the death in her eyes became even more concentrated.
On the other hand, in the elf fleet.
"Lord Think, we were attacked by the Heavenly Smite Flügel, what should we do, should we fight back?" said the captain frantically.
"Let Fairy stay first, manage the elves, and prepare with us to start Aka Si Anse." Think glanced at the captain and said calmly.
"Yes!" The captain saluted, then left.
After seeing the captain leave, Think wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"What happened to this Heavenly Smite? My defensive technique almost failed to block it."
That's right, Heavenly Smite just now was blocked by Think's defensive technique. If the elven warships were resisted, 100% of them would be knocked down by several warships.
Wouldn't it be a good example to see the Dwarf fleet on the opposite side.
Think saw several warships that fell from the Dwarf fleet and thought to himself.
"But the Flugel shouldn't be that stupid."
After all, today's time is not conducive to strife, and it is the most unwise to start a war at this time.
"Or someone blamed him." Think frowned and stroked his chin with one hand.
However, even if someone framed her or the Flügel deliberately started a war, they all became passive. The "fireworks" just now were like a signal, not only the Flügel, but also the Dwarves must have started to act.
After all, the Dwarves had lost several magical airships.
And the Dwarves didn't realize that someone was trapping Flügel.
But not necessary, as long as the win is fine.
"Aka Si Anse is invincible. Flugel, dwarves, and God of War Artosh, you just have to wait for their destruction," Think said confidently.
But it will soon be defeated.
On the other hand, the Dwarf fleet.
Sure enough, the dwarf fleet had already started reloading the E-Bombs having sunk several airships, and was ready to launch the E-Bombs.
Phantasma and Gigant were temporarily pacified by the Dwarf Leader and prepared to use his secret weapon to destroy Aka Si Anse and the Heavenly Smite Flügel in one fell swoop.
The Flügels gathered and launched Heavenly Smites, as Lord Artosh didn't appear for some reason, so all of the Flügels began to obey Azrael's orders and prepared to use Heavenly Smites to simulate Artosh's holy attacks. To face the elves and dwarves.
On the other hand, at the forefront of the elf fleet, Think stood at the bow of the fleet, saw Aka Si Anse prepared by the many elves behind him, and clicked.
On the other hand, the supreme leader of the Dwarven race looked at the charged E-Bomb and nodded.
At the same time, the three parties launched the strongest attack together, as if they had been combined.
"Heavenly Smite, launch—!!"
"Aka Si Anse, liberation—!!"
"E-Bomb, shoot—!!"
A white light with a golden edge, an energy column full of green energy, and several missiles that are comparable to a hydrogen bomb and an atomic bomb, the three attacks are used together.
However, these three attacks seemed to be attracted by something, which directly deviated from their predetermined orbit and headed towards the empty sky.
Azrael realized something, it was there that the Heavenly Smite leading the battle was launched.
Wu Ming's clone raised his left arm and activated this god tier weapon.
"Activate, Arm of Greed"