Chapter 305: Arrival at the Flugel Domain! Provocation from the Flugel?
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The reason Sora spoke with such absolute certainty was simple. As the Goddess of War, Kirukiru Amou was inherently belligerent. Having separated from the main vanguard, she wasn't about to leisurely cruise toward the Flugel's domain. Instead, she would directly mobilize her divine ether to instantly teleport her entire legion across space, shifting them straight onto the massive sky island where the Flugel resided!
This was precisely why Kirukiru Amou's vanguard unit would be the absolute first to initiate a localized engagement.
"Oh?"
Tet let out a soft, mildly surprised murmur. Kirukiru Amou launching the first offensive? This development fell just outside his initial calculations.
However, considering that she was a transcendent entity anchoring the conceptual authority of a War God, such behavior wasn't entirely unexpected. For a deity of war, acting solely for the thrill of the clash was the absolute baseline parameter.
The three supreme entities lapsed back into a watchful silence, simultaneously casting their divine senses downward to observe the gaming planet below.
Meanwhile, down within the atmosphere of Disboard.
As detailed in historical logs, the permanent sovereign base of the Flugel race was a massive floating island. In reality, this island was none other than the sentient
Phantasma entity, the Vanguard Envoy of the War God—Avant Heim!
As a Phantasma, Avant Heim possessed raw, localized energy values equivalent to the Pseudo-God tier. However, because its biological anchor was a massive geographic island, its cognitive consciousness had long resided permanently within the mind of the Flugel's First Avant, Azril.
The Flugel race was governed by a collective triumvirate of supreme leaders:
The First Avant: Azril!
The Second Avant: Raphael!
The Third Avant: Jibril!
While the remaining members of the Flugel held lesser strategic value, every single one of them shared Azril's core psychological trait—a profound, deep-seated contempt for any species residing below the threshold of the Old Deus and the Phantasma.
The Flugel were specialized lifeforms explicitly engineered by the War God, Artosh, and they maintained an ironclad, symbiotic covenant with the Phantasma, Avant Heim. Because of this divine lineage, they routinely carried themselves with an aura of absolute racial supremacy, completely looking down on the lower echelons of the Exceed.
Vroom—!
Right at that moment!
A massive spatial distortion rippled across the sky as Kirukiru Amou, leading her full complement of imperial executives and elite vanguard forces, materialized cleanly onto the surface of the floating island.
Their abrupt, unannounced manifestation instantly triggered the threat-detection parameters of every Flugel in the vicinity.
Swish! Swish!
Two brilliant streaks of spiritual light arced across the sky, stabilizing precisely fifty meters directly ahead of Kirukiru Amou's vanguard line.
Standing on the left was a deceptively adorable, provocatively dressed young girl with vibrant green hair, a distinctive red command crest etched over her right eye, and a playfully erratic aura.
Standing immediately beside her was a girl sharing the exact same uniform design, possessing pale blue hair and golden irises. She carried herself with the detached, entirely vacant demeanor of an absolute trite archetype.
These two entities were none other than the highest-ranking authorities of the Flugel race—the eldest sister, Azril, and the second sister, Raphael!
"To think a group of outsiders would possess the sheer, unadulterated ignorance to actively march into our sovereign domain and seek conflict with the Flugel... it appears you monkeys truly lack basic cognitive processing!"
Azril spoke with an incredibly arrogant, dismissive sneer. She naturally looked down on any species outside the high-tier divine lineages, let alone humans—the species universally classified as the absolute weakest link on the planet.
Even though she could logically deduce that Kirukiru Amou and her accompanying forces wielded extraordinary, extra-dimensional energies, Azril's deep-seated systemic bias completely blinded her to the reality of the threat.
Kirukiru Amou remained completely expressionless, not offering a single word in response.
In her eyes, an entity like Azril was nothing more than a transient insect that could be systematically crushed with a casual flick of her wrist. Even the colossal consciousness of Avant Heim anchoring the island beneath her feet was merely a slightly larger ant—utterly insignificant.
"Azril! Shut your mouth this instant!"
Avant Heim's frantic, intensely alarmed roar suddenly reverberated violently within Azril's consciousness, causing the green-haired Flugel to stiffen in absolute shock.
What is happening?
Azril felt a wave of profound confusion wash over her. Before them stood nothing more than a highly advanced group of mortal constructs, so why exactly was a catastrophic Phantasma entity like Avant Heim exhibiting such unprecedented, raw panic?
She found herself completely unable to process the anomaly.
But how could Avant Heim not be terrified? Azril lacked the sensory capability to perceive high-tier divine energy because her individual threshold hadn't reached the Pseudo-God tier. But if a sentient Phantasma like itself failed to recognize the raw, cosmic authority radiating from the forms of Kirukiru Amou and Sae Chabashira, it would have been better off dissolving its own consciousness!
It could state with absolute mathematical certainty: the two women leading the vanguard line were true, ascended Deities! Even if their power signatures currently stabilized at the Early-stage Deity realm, their fundamental existential tier completely eclipsed its own baseline!
This is a catastrophic tactical anomaly...
Avant Heim felt an immense, metaphorical headache blooming across its massive consciousness. Facing two true deities simultaneously was a scenario that defied all strategic logic. Even if their creator, the War God Artosh, personally manifested to engage them, fighting a dual-deity composition of this caliber would be an incredibly disastrous endeavor!
"Which one of us takes the vanguard slot?" Sae Chabashira asked calmly, casually drawing a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it, her arms resting loosely over the hilt of her sheathed longsword as she turned her eyes toward Kirukiru Amou.
"There is no need to rush. Let us wait until the true master of this domain registers our presence," Kirukiru Amou replied with absolute composure.
Hearing her response, Sae Chabashira simply nodded, quietly exhaling a thin stream of smoke as she stood at absolute ease.
Behind them, the arrayed imperial high officials and guild executives maintained an entirely relaxed, unbothered posture. With two true deities anchoring their vanguard line, the concept of operational failure didn't even register within their strategic models.
While the imperial forces remained perfectly serene, the opposing line was locked in absolute, paralyzing tension.
Through the frantic mental telemetry transmitted by Avant Heim, every single Flugel on the island had just processed the horrifying reality: the two women standing before them were true, fully realized Gods!
Two independent deities...
Exactly what level of destructive prestige did these extra-dimensional invaders attribute to the Flugel race to deploy an absolute dual-deity vanguard straight to their doorstep?!
The corners of Azril's lips twitched uncontrollably.
A deep, suffocating wave of intense psychological regret began to flood her chest. She realized she had just openly referred to a true, primordial Goddess as a "monkey."
Insulting an ascended deity in such a manner was an absolute guarantee for systematic retribution!
The atmospheric pressure across the field ground down into a heavy, static-laced deadlock.
After what felt like an absolute eternity!
Boom—!
Rumble!!!
The clear sky was instantly blotted out by a sudden, massive convergence of pitch-black storm clouds. Violent arcs of crimson lightning crackled furiously across the heavens, and a deafening, reality-shaking roar of thunder reverberated through the atmosphere as colossally dense lightning dragons snaked through the sky!
The sheer, catastrophic scale of the environmental inversion forced every single individual to instinctively cast their eyes upward.
Through the dense layer of storm clouds, countless microscopic particles of blinding divine light began to filter downward, coalescing rapidly within the celestial vault to smoothly construct a gargantuan, humanoid silhouette woven entirely from raw energy.
Flash!
A few seconds later, the blinding luminescence dispersed cleanly, revealing a middle-aged man possessing an entirely vacant, terrifyingly cold expression standing directly within their line of sight.
This entity was the primordial conceptual source of the Flugel race—the Old Deus, Artosh, the God of War!
Although the entities of the Old Deus were fundamentally the living manifestations of abstract universal concepts, they possessed the absolute authority to project their consciousness into localized, physical humanoid frameworks—a trait perfectly mirrored by Tet himself.
To put it plainly, they were supreme entities who held specialized, system-level core permissions over the baseline laws of Disboard!
Casting his cold, completely detached divine gaze directly onto Kirukiru Amou, Artosh spoke in a deep, booming voice that echoed through the fabric of space: "Are you the deity who has manifested to claim the conceptual authority of War?"
"Precisely!"
A pair of intricate, reality-warping gauntlets materialized cleanly over Kirukiru Amou's hands as a dense, pitch-black shroud of divine miasma began to rise furiously from her arms. "Let us dispense with the irrelevant dialogue! A God of War should utilize the absolute methodology of combat to determine the definitive victor of this board!"
"As you wish," Artosh replied instantly.
In the next microsecond!
CRASH——!!!
An absolutely catastrophic shockwave of raw divine pressure erupted outward, expanding across all four cardinal directions!
The entire geographic layout of the floating island vibrated violently as hurricane-force gales howled across the terrain. Before the arrayed Flugel could even attempt to activate their defensive arrays, the sheer, residual kinetic backdraft of the divine collision sent them flying helplessly through the air like autumn leaves!
Sae Chabashira instantly released a dense barrier of divine ether, effortlessly constructing an ironclad, absolute protective dome that completely shielded herself and the imperial executives from the environmental fallout.
"Disperse and neutralize the remaining Flugel forces," Sae Chabashira commanded smoothly without looking back.
"Understood!"
The imperial high command and guild executives responded in perfect, unified sync, instantly dissolving their formations to hunt down the scattered Flugel across the floating island.
High above the stratosphere of Disboard, within the chamber of the Divine Roundtable.
Observing the apocalyptic visual telemetry displaying the opening engagement below, Tet turned toward Seito with a highly playful, wide grin. "Should we perhaps deploy a structural reinforcement array over the planet's core parameters? After all, if multiple true deities engage in unrestricted combat, the baseline structural integrity of this world simply won't survive the strain."
"Let it be as you say," Seito replied with a calm, relaxed smile.
In the next instant, the two supreme entities simultaneously extended their hands, releasing a massive, surging torrent of divine authority that saturated the atmosphere, systematically reinforcing the foundational core laws of the entire planet!
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