A single Elf or Dwarf, or too few of them, were undoubtedly no match for the Flügel. But at this moment, with the collective power gathered, the energy that the Dwarf could release was in no way inferior to the Flügel's signature move.
Lóni's process of researching the unactivated Divine Core as a weapon also brought a whole new way of using energy to the entire Dwarf race. The other technologies that were developed during this process also greatly enhanced the strength of the entire Dwarf.
Unlike the Elf, where a certain Elf who did not want to reveal her name developed a large number of healing and defensive incantations to take care of a certain fragile man and maintain his life, in terms of attack power alone, the Dwarf had undoubtedly surpassed the Elf who were currently going in the direction of stacking on thicker armor.
This way of thinking, while giving them the combat power to contend against the Flügel for a short period of time, did not at all prevent the nimble Flügel from easily destroying them like chopping vegetables when they got close to the ships.
This sudden war advanced to a fever pitch from the very beginning. Every explosion meant that a life was vanishing. There was no composure and no peace talks. In this war whose goal was to become the One True God, there was no retreat. Retreat meant death. Just as Azril had said, no matter what kind of conspiracy the enemy was preparing in the dark, they just needed to kill all of them, and the conspiracy would be solved easily.
This was the favorite era for people who did not want to think and had immense power.
The Dwarf, who now had a Divine Core as a weapon, were in a stage of extreme self-confidence. After mastering a weapon that could almost destroy the world, they needed to find something to test it on, to take another step forward on the great path of ending this war for their race and their beloved old father.
Explosions, dense and loud explosions like firecrackers, were enough to make a fragile creature feel unwell and even bleed from their eyes and nose. In such a close-quarters battle, the Flügel, who had an overwhelming output capacity, just needed to get close to a Dwarf ship to easily crush a large piece of scrap metal.
The most terrifying thing was that for these Flügel who had a very high spatial manipulation ability, getting close to a Dwarf ship was an incredibly simple thing. Even though many of them were left behind to guard Avant Heim, there were only about twenty Flügel who appeared here with Azril, but these demons, who were traveling through the battlefield, had already proven with their wild laughter that numbers did not matter.
They were not without the power to fight back. Whether it was the Dwarf who did not hesitate to detonate their ships when they knew they were going to die after being approached, or who poured a torrent of energy into the area where the Flügel were. The Dwarf's target was not a single Flügel, because it was too difficult to lock on to these guys who could traverse space at will. They simply aimed their attacks at an entire area of space. Every shell was aimed at destroying the space itself.
It was an attack that even the Flügel could not escape. But for these fanatical war believers, death was not to be feared. When they knew that their lives were coming to an end, they would not hesitate to use the last of their Elves to trigger a huge explosion that seemed to want to destroy everything, dragging the Dwarf who could not escape to die with them.
With the Dwarf's call, in a very short amount of time, even a Phantasma had rushed here and joined the battle. The enemy's reinforcement did not make the Flügel feel any fear or retreat. Instead, a few Flügel tacitly went to face them.
Flipping her wings and skillfully dodging the light streams that brushed past her, Jibril flashed and swept along the edge of a rushing airship. A huge opening was torn in the steel wall of the ship, and it also inevitably tilted. In a series of explosions that boomed on the wall, it began to spin. From time to time, screaming Dwarf would jump out from the gaps and openings, and Jibril had no intention of finishing them off. She just let the airship spin and fall to the ground.
She was like a ghost that did not exist on this battlefield, but she was truly present here. The desire for such a grand war was burning inside her body. Even the corners of her mouth couldn't help but carry a bloodthirsty smile. She destroyed, she slaughtered, and she enjoyed the pleasure of walking on the edge of getting hurt.
But... why did she feel like she could not fully immerse herself in this feeling?
She could not deceive her own heart. Jibril could clearly feel that every time a pure white energy light ball near the ground gradually swelled and expanded, her attention would uncontrollably be focused on it, so much so that she almost got hit by the Dwarf's attacks several times.
Or to be more precise—on that small island that was no longer surrounded by lake water, that inconspicuous wooden house whose exterior was covered with green moss.
The Elven characters, like dense tadpoles, covered the entire exterior of the house, along with the ground in front of it. It was undoubtedly the most advanced sealing magic of the Elf, and its main purpose was only one, to protect.
Although the runes on the incantations were flickering in the torrent of energy set off by the explosion, like the light of a lighthouse swaying in a storm, it did indeed protect everything that needed to be protected.
Even Jibril herself was not aware of it, but every time she cast her gaze over, she would unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
She saw Azril's figure.
The emerald-haired Flügel, like a hawk, pierced through space and appeared just in front of the Ex-Machina girl. When the other party couldn't help but show a panicked expression and hurriedly turned back, she once again appeared in front of her. She even had the malicious pleasure of putting her face close to her, enjoying the fear and helplessness that should not have been enjoyed from the Ex-Machina.
These emotions that she had always thought would never appear on the cold faces of these pieces of scrap metal that only lived by logic and reason.
Without hesitation, Schwi directly killed the Elves around her. She used the energy that would be released when these Elves died to pierce Azril's face. However, such a rough and shallow way of using Elves did not pose the slightest threat to Azril. As the first Flügel created by the God of War, the leader of all the Flügel, Azril possessed strength that was worthy of this title.
As if dancing, Azril spun in mid-air and landed a seemingly effortless kick on Schwi's waist. The result was that the Ex-Machina was sent flying into the ground like a cannonball.
Boom!!!