Without a doubt, the emerald-haired Flügel was issuing a threat of death. However, the vermillion-haired Ex-Machina, or rather... Schwi, had no intention of answering.
Her gaze was fixed on the pink-haired Flügel who was standing next to the arrogant Flügel—Jibril.
Schwi still remembered her name. She seemed very familiar, but if you were to truly comment on the relationship between them, even until Jibril no longer appeared in the settlement, they were not familiar enough. It was the kind of relationship where they could say a few words to each other if Su'er or Riku were present, but if they were alone, they would only be silent.
She was looking at her, and she knew she was also looking at her.
"Hey~~~~, little rat~~~, can you hear me, Nyaa?" A certain Flügel who couldn't stand being lonely was still trying to make a sound.
[Warning: If you are hostile to this unit, it will be considered a declaration of war against the entire Ex-Machina, and corresponding measures will be implemented.]
It was a way of speaking that she had not used for too long, like a real machine without any human touch. No longer looking at Jibril's expression, Schwi said slowly and coldly.
"Pfft, hahahahahaha, hey, hey, hey, you should look at the situation when you lie, Nyaa?" Azril laughed out loud almost as soon as Schwi's words fell. The other Flügel were also laughing together in a group. Azril wiped away what seemed to be tears from the corners of her eyes. "Seriously, the Ex-Machina always act in a cluster and don't scatter. But there is only one Ex-Machina here... If that's the case, how can this be considered hostility against the entire Ex-Machina?"
"Wait, Nyaa!" Azril suddenly raised her voice and shrieked, as if she had discovered some shocking secret. "Then wouldn't this be an incredibly, incredibly rare collection, Nyaa?! Especially now that the Ex-Machina have defeated the Dragon, this type of head is becoming more and more valuable, Nyaa!"
Azril's words undoubtedly caused an uproar among the Flügel. Almost every single Flügel looked at the small Ex-Machina below with sparkling eyes. The greedy gazes almost drowned her.
'So scary,' Schwi couldn't help but wail in her heart. Although there were no human nerves for such perception, her skin, exposed to the gazes of the Flügel above, made Schwi tremble uncontrollably.
The argument in the sky had now progressed to who would get to take the head of the Ex-Machina below. If it weren't for the fact that this trip was a direct order from the God of War Artosh, these Flügel, who were arguing until their faces were red, would have immediately started a fight here.
"Stop arguing, Nyaa!!!" Azril used her loudest voice to overwhelm her companions. She forcefully wiped the drool from the corners of her mouth and shouted, "Don't forget our master's order! Our master's order!"
The God of War's words were quite important to these fanatical Flügel. They could cool down their minds, which were burning from the thought of a priceless collection, to some extent. However, those eager eyes betrayed the true thoughts of these warlike individuals.
"Although I don't know why this piece of scrap metal is here, it must be you who has been constantly appearing around Lord Avant Heim all this time, Nyaa," Azril nodded with satisfaction. Things were going so smoothly that she was in a good mood. "I don't understand who the master's enemy is at all, Nyaa. Is there really an existence in this world that can rival our master?"
"Well~, seeing a world that we cannot see is also a part of our master's greatness, Nyaa. In any case, since you appeared around us for the master's enemy, then killing you like this must be considered a greeting, Nyaa?" Azril nodded to herself and said.
The logic of the matter was completely clear to her. The mission would be completed so smoothly, and her master would surely be satisfied. So, what the Flügel, as weapons, needed to do next was very simple.
"Now~, then~, that lonely piece of scrap metal~~~, please just stay there quietly and don't resist, Nyaa~~. I will try to be very gentle—!!!"
A sharp, explosive sound that directly pierced the air. The blade made of Elves seemed to have a threatening aura, but Azril just raised her hand slightly and scattered such a weak attack. The only thing it did was interrupt her words.
"...In a hurry to die, are you? My ores," The expression on her face suddenly turned cold. Azril finally condescended to give a contemptuous look to the Dwarf who had been quietly observing all this.
The attack just now also came from the leader of these groundhogs standing at the front.
"Well~, how should I put this?" The red-eyed Dwarf, who seemed to be very troubled, took two steps forward. He rested his greatsword on his shoulder and sighed. "Actually, there are two main reasons... First, it's already quite annoying that you suddenly appeared and tore off our ceiling. It's really irritating that you've been ignoring my existence all this time, isn't it?"
"As for the second, guys like you who stand on high and talk to me... are really annoying?"
The one-eyed Dwarf kept sneering. And as he spoke, the entire ground began to tremble. The city, which had already been ravaged beyond recognition, cracked open again. From inside the city, from the edges of the city, large and small land-subs emerged from the ground, and even a huge airship flowed out from the soil.
Silent steel declared power, bringing confidence to all the Dwarf.
"Is that so?" Azril sneered without any fear. She spread her arms, and as she moved, the other Flügel also spread their wings—except for Jibril.
"I was originally a little curious about what this piece of scrap metal and these stupid groundhogs were meeting about in secret, but thinking about it carefully, it doesn't matter, Nyaa?" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on her face. The light circle on Azril's head had already spun into a dazzling spot of light that was almost impossible to look at directly. A vast amount of Elves gathered in her raised hand. The Flügel were also waiting, waiting for the trumpet that would start the war.
"...I just need to kill all of them."
A declaration so cold that it did not contain a single emotion. The torrent of light poured out from Azril's hand, tilting downwards like a waterfall.
"Heavenly Smite!"
"You're going to push it back for me!!!"
A voice that was not at all inferior to Azril's. He even deliberately used an Elf amplifier to completely overpower it. The one-eyed Dwarf standing on the ground, who was undoubtedly Lóni, was roaring.
In an instant, even the pitch-black cannon barrels turned dark red. The heat generated by the firing raised the temperature of this entire area by a few degrees. It was also a torrent of light. The Dwarf retaliated with a momentum that was not at all inferior!