by Unknown
Hate, be angered, rebel, risk your ephemeral life, to the limit of the wisdom, and
foolishly challenge me.
Al of that----it’s exactly because it’l be trampled upon with a overwhelming
power----that he is, therefore, the [Strongest].
He is the one who spread weapons on the world, and represents the power and
law. The one who defines strongest, that is what the Lord is.
...But, a one-sided massacre----can’t be called [War].
Which is why----the Lord sank in the eternal boredom.
“The strongest challenged by no one...what meaning is there in it?”
And instantly, the Lord erased the smile and looked down at the lower bounds
with a cold glare----it was on that moment.
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<----Al Kämpfers [Combat Units], Himea-Pocrifen [False Epigraphy – Air
Strike]----
It was right behind, the Phantasma Avant-Heim who swam through the sky.
<----Aim – Correcting Deviations – Fixed--------Don’t kil ok?>
(TL Note: Jawohl is german for yes/understood/affirmative.)
Immediately after, a historical volley that affected the destiny of the star----more than one thousand and two hundreds [Air Strikes] were shot.
And “from behind” the Avant-Heim----the [Coalition] was bombarded.
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Abruptly----towards the flash of light that burned the sky, and the land, Azriel
screamed.
“W-w-what-nyaaa!? Right now, did someone shot a [Air Strike]-nya!?”
“I-it’s unclear! There’s also no response from within the Avant-Heim----“
The Flügels who were packing in the area of the throne were in turmoil, and
moved about in confusion.
One would deploy search magic; one would use Shift and fly out to the outside
sky.
In the middle of that, Azriel suddenly, remembered Jibril’s words.
It acted alone, it made bizarre movements, and made Jibril use even the [Air
Strike]----
“----Ex-Machina...monkey act is their trash of special skil ...”
What did this action brought on. It’l be seen as an preemptive strike from our
side----a complete collision.
“Nyaha~, you’re really underestimating us-nyaa, your bunch of scraps...!!”
Azriel who understood the situation let out an ominous smile, and threw out
instructions in rapid-succession.
“Rafiel-chan, along with a group of nine wings, intercepts any aviation that looks
like it may shoot the Dwarfs’ [Zuibaku], without letting a single one escape-nya.
Sarakiel-chan will bring all the wings from ten until eighteen and go to the Elfs at the fastest----“
“Ku----kuku----kuhahahaha!!”
With that voice, at the same time that incredible laugh echoed, al Flügels
stopped in their tracks.
"Hahaha!! I see, "you" are the one who will be the murderer of mine. It was unexpectedly fast hahaha!! ! !"
Towards the lord who continued to laugh and made even Avant-Heim tremble,
Azrael fearfully said.
"W-with all respect, but there's no way those mere Ex-Machinas could destroy
the Lord----"
But as expected just like always, the Lord----doesn't talk much.
Was it a God’s insight, or was it the competence of a War God, he spoke as if----
no, as a fact that he knew everything.
"Ex-Machina? "What are you talking about"?"
With that single sentence he cut off Azrael's thoughts, and the Lord laughed.
Or maybe it was just like he knew, as if welcoming something that he had long
awaited for----he looked at the horizon.
"Indeed it makes sense that the one who wil oppose myself who is the
Strongest would be the Weakest----Isn't that so, "wolf"?"
(TL Note: for those who didn't get it, remember what Riku said in chapter 3?
About how "there's a talking wolf inducing the situation of the war"...)
That’s right----after weaving the words, the Lord raised his right arm.
With just that----with only that the Avant-Heim trembled, the space, and the time
groaned.
Between the Flügels lined up in that place, a small scream-like voice was raised.
The Lord, announced.
“Al hands----on your positions.”
What those few words that erased Azriel’s instructions meant was, only a single
thing.
----The God of War, the strongest God, the King amidst any and all Kings, the
Lord’s----full power.
It would gather the [Air Strikes] from all fragments that are the Flügels and
bundle them al together and release, one strike made of countless unrivaled
and directed absolutely ground-breaking attacks.
----[Divine Strike]----
“W-with all respect my Lord, that bunch of toys are surely targeting this-nya!?”
Make him fire the [Divine Strike]through the engagement with the coalition, and
imitate-replicate it was the Ex-Machinas’ objectives.
To Azriel who appealed like that the Lord spoke, with an arrogance only allowed
for him.
“So what about it.”
With the pair of ferocious golden-eyes looking with anticipation, Azriel stood up
like she was hit by a lightning bolt.
The Lord is the strongest God (King), and we are its subordinates.
The Lord is absolute. The Lord is the strongest. The strong is in other words the
Lord, and the weak is in other words----everything else besides the Lord.
If the weak employ plans with cheap tricks, what should be done by the strong,
by the King, by the God, by the Lord----?
Feeling ashamed of herself who forgot that for an instant, Azriel yel ed.
“Al Flügels----prepare the [Divine Strike]----entrust everything to Artosh-sama-
nya!”
Just like Azriel a few moments ago, there were ones who hesitated by being
concerned about the Ex-Machinas’ imitation----
The Lord doesn’t talk. But the divine intention loaded in that ferocious grin, was
spoken through Azriel.
“The Lord is the strongest----unmatched between the heavens and earth! Then!!
In front of the cheap tricks and foolish plans employed by the weaks, what is
there to fear, what is there to hesitate, what is there to doubt-nya!!”
Reacting to Azriel’s words, the Flügels gathered and made their wings flow.
“Rejoice the hatred, devour the wrath, allow the rebellion! The one who loves
that foolishness is the Lord, the Lord who created the Flügels----the Sole King,
the embodiment of the strongest, offer those wings for the decision of the Lord,
and it’l be shown-nya!”
For those ignorant who don‘t know what the Lord is----
“That as long as you feel like it----just trample on everything, that is what it
means to be [the strong]!!”
While the Flügels released the power they possessed, the Lord deepened his
satisfied smile.
And then he announced, with a silent voice that made the heavens and earth
tremble.
“Bunch of small fry (Machines and Elfs and Dwarfs and Dragons), bunch of fools
who declares themselves Gods before me----there are no particulars.”
No matter what it may be, in the end all of them are nothing but small fry.
Al things in the universe, anything in the heavens or earth, when facing a power
that destroys everything universally, everything altogether
shall return to ashes.
----That was, the decision of the War God Artosh who is the strongest and the
King (God) of the world.
Al the Flügels, were pouring down all their elements which is the [Air Strike], on
the raised arm of the Lord.
But as expected, Azriel couldn’t guess the heart of the Lord.
While the laws of the universe lamented, and the order of the stars distorted with
that arm as the center----
“I was tired of waiting, my “Natural Enemy”.”
She surely heard, the small murmur of the Lord, but that meaning was even
now----
“If being broken by the weak is the destiny of the strong then, sure enough the
strongest is the [Essence] of mine right.”
The power wil manifest, the method will show, and the strongest wil define.
In the right arm of the Lord, a [Power (Law)] that no one in this world could do
anything about it, was being gathered.
Without even standing up from the throne, as expected the left arm was
supporting his cheek, and his ferocious grin collapsed.
He expanded the shining stark white wings of light, and along with the glee that
fil ed his chest, the Lord----said.
“In any case----concluding today, I will know the eternal question of mine.”
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Sink Nirvalein cursed herself from a few minutes ago for rejoicing for even an
instant.
At the view in front of her eyes, before the upcoming storm that would bring an
end to the world----a “question which mustn’t be thought of” was born.
“...Just...what, the hell, is a Old Deus...?”
------------............
The coalition fleet deployed surrounding the Artosh (camp)----was suddenly
bombarded with [Air Strikes].
Sink, instantly found out that it wasn’t an attack from the Flügels, and gave
corresponding orders to the Elf Alliance.
Clearly----the elemental reaction was wrong. It’s also because that even with
those [Air Strikes] there “were no deaths”.
And above al that there was “no meaning” for the Artosh Camp to bombard with
[Air Strike]. If he was going to fire then it would be the [Divine Strike]----the
opponent should also know that anything besides that won’t become an effective
attack on the [Coalition].
Therefore she was able to find out----for Sink who knew about the [Ghost] of that
day, that it was an false attack for the sake of making a surprise attack against
the War God, under the guise of the preemptive strike from the Artosh Camp, in
order to grant “this side” time to make a preemptive attack with the greatest
firepower.
Sink quickly ordered al fleets of the Elf Al iance to release the cast of all bullets of [Arka-shi-anse]. From the eighteen shots half of them were towards Artosh----
and following it was for the sake of immediately shotting down the Dwarf
Al iance.
And then she received the report that the release of the cast was almost
complete----it was on that moment.
----From Avant-Heim, the representation of power flowing out from it that didn’t
stop on just being aberrant...
----It was exactly “a power outside logic”...the divine light of destruction that
made you sense the heavens and earth cower swirled.
Even Sink who was an Octo-Caster wasn’t allowed to understand or guess, a
power outside logic----she ordered intuitively.
To the entire coalition----the Dwarf Al iance who is their imaginary enemy
included, to share all information and fleets.
Though each race and each fleet used its own observation method to
understand the situation----the report was uniformly the same.
Namely----[impossible to measure].
Similarly both Old Deus from the [Coalition] side---- Forest God Cainasu, even
the Forge God Ookein, went silent.
The pulse of power that made the stars shakes. Everything led to this place,
finally everyone understood it uniformly.
----[Divine Strike]----that power, no one could see through it at all.
The [Coalition]had a unified view and promptly decided to bombard Avant-Heim
with the entire firepower.
In face of that, the dispute between the alliances was a secondary or a tertiary
thing----it was an unquestionable power that convinced them that it was like that.
And then----as if almost saying that, it was “waiting for that” ----
----------............
The God of War let out an unmatched single attack----namely [Divine Strike].
It was the trump card of the races that excelled the most in slaughter, a power
that burned through one continent.
Even after colliding all at once with the released [Divine Strike], it was unable to offset it----that swirled.
The power born from outside logic, shined bril iantly. The raging destruction,
even now it kil ed the heavens and earth.
[Arka-shi-anse]----it was a spell that made the body of a Phantasma self-
destruct, and forcefully releases its power. And on top of that property, it was a
power that could destroy multiples Phantasmas with a single attack. Al the
bullets that the Elfs could operate----al eighteen shots were bombarded. Along
that, were all the bullets of the Dwarfs’ [Zuibaku]that rivaled it----twelve shots.
Furthermore, eight Draconias obeyed the contract, offered their lives and added
eight shots of [Far Cry]----
“Even so it doesn’t stop----just what is an Old Deus!?”
Old Deus Artosh----I see, that power is, without a doubt a feat of God.
But if you say that then the creator of [Arka-shi-anse] and also the Elfs----the
functioning one hundred and eighty Sextus-Casters under the divine blessing of
the Old Deus Cainasu, even thought that's also the same feat of God----what’s
this difference between heaven and the earth.
Through the view in front of the eyes that is breaking even the stars, Sink heard
Artosh’s answer.
----Know your place foolish bunch of garbage. Struggle. Stagger.
----Know in your end that worms which crawls on the ground it doesn't matter
how much they gather together they cannot reach the heavens.
...After stopping and holding on to her reason that even now seemed to be being
blown away, Sink clenched her teeth and thought.
Is there a way to offset this power; even understanding it is impossible.
Recognize it. This is reality.
Then, this power that is swirling----after this, what wil become of it?
The clashing vortex of power from different dimensions. Even the breeze it
produces, was a power that would volatilize even someone who possessed the
Elemental Circuit Connection Nerve----a power that didn’t reach the
understanding, basing on the law of energy flow, the result was only one.
The vortex wil eventually converge, diffuse, and radiate----“to all directions”.
“Notify all ships! Al casters and all hands----deploy Kuurianse [Eternal Fourth
Divine Protection]!! Hurry up!!”
An outcry flew with Sink’s command, but Sink knew----that it was useless.
Twenty five years ago, the defensive spell deployed by three thousand people
didn’t block even the [Air Strike] of a single Flügel.
After having received that Sink compiled the defense----no, [Kuurianse] w
as a
sealing spell.
If the spell deployed is the same divine protection from the Old Deus Cainasu
then, now it’l block the [Air Strike].
She had pride in that certainty. But----she smiled bitterly while looking at the
vortex in front of her eyes.
(Against this, does it at least have the meaning of a single piece of paper, even
that is dubious...)
The convergence of this power, the area of influence of the diffusion and
irradiation is----impossible to measure.
But if you consider the area of effect of one shot of [Arka-shi-ase] then, until a