A golden light shone as the Heaven's Strikes of all the Flügel converged, spiraling around the spear of light above Jibril's right hand.
A power that could shatter the earth, even a planet, was gathering in her palm.
God's Strike.
This was a power that originally belonged exclusively to the War God Artosh, a power no one else could master.
After being deciphered and transmitted by Su Mo, Jibril had learned it completely and was now using it, driven by her Divinity.
"Although it's definitely not as strong as Lord Artosh's original, if the opponent isn't an entire galaxy, but just a mere high-ranking Old Deus…"
I can win!
The thought flashed through Jibril's mind without a doubt.
The high-ranking Old Deus of the No Game No Life world were generally Tier 4, and strong ones at that, at least capable of destroying continental plates, scouring the surface, or shattering the moon.
With the strength of an ordinary Flügel, it was impossible to challenge a being of this level. Unlike the Dragonia, which had inherent weaknesses, the existence of an Old Deus was generally incomparably powerful.
However, now, feeling the power in her palm, Jibril could finally faintly understand Artosh's state of mind. Her gaze toward the Forge God Ocain shifted from serious to indifferent.
The reason was simple—
"Too weak!"
With a sigh, a blow that could split the heavens and the earth descended. It was an unparalleled power to which all gods must submit.
In a single strike, the Forge God Ocain was annihilated by this irresistible force.
And the aftershock of God's Strike was far from exhausted. It plunged deep into the earth's core, turning the land beneath them into a bottomless abyss, leaving a deep scar on the planet's surface.
It even shook the Elemental Corridors within the planet's interior, nearly severing them.
After the dazzling flash of light faded, what remained in everyone's eyes was the calm-faced Jibril and a massive abyss stretching to the horizon. Light shone from the bottom of the abyss—not magma, but the glow of the Elemental Corridors.
If the strongest core of this planet, which had given birth to all the Old Deus, hadn't withstood the aftershock, the planet itself would have likely been split in two by this single blow.
The Flügel, who had collectively regressed to their childlike forms after releasing Heaven's Strike, watched Jibril in dead silence.
They looked at her with awe and shock, as if they were seeing their Master God in person.
Since their birth, they had never seen the War God in action. This God's Strike from Jibril was exactly the power they had imagined, and even more real, more exaggerated than they had imagined.
"Jii-chan… did you really do that?"
Even Azriel, who loved Jibril the most, no longer looked at her with the doting eyes of an older sister, but with a gaze mixed with a hint of awe and admiration. She spoke to Jibril tentatively, not even daring to raise her voice.
Power commanded respect. With her performance just now, Jibril could even be treated as the War God.
Hearing Azriel's question, Jibril turned her head and looked at her as if she were an idiot.
"Of course it was me! With Master's power, how could I lose to a mere Old Deus!"
After a disdainful glance at Azriel, she flashed over to Su Mo and looked at him with the same reverent gaze.
"As expected of Master! To think you could modify Lord Artosh's skill to the point where even I can use it! But I can't quite remember the details of God's Strike, guhehehe~ Could you teach it to me one more time?"
As she spoke, she wiped the corner of her mouth, a reminiscent expression on her face. It was hard to say whether she was savoring the transmitted knowledge or the feeling of being in close contact with Su Mo.
Thwack!
Hearing this request, Su Mo gave the pervert a karate chop.
"The effect of the transmitted technique has been improved by me. It's impossible to forget." he pointed out.
"What a pity." Jibril lowered her head in disappointment. Her master wasn't taking the bait!
Seeing her perverted behavior, the atmosphere on the battlefield slowly relaxed.
"Phew, looks like she's still the Jii-chan I know, meow!" Azriel and the other Flügel girls breathed a sigh of relief.
Synk, on the other side, also recovered from her intense shock.
"To kill the Forge God Ocain in one hit… and it wasn't even the Master God himself." She looked at Su Mo with utter horror.
Although she had tried to overestimate Su Mo's strength as much as possible, she now knew that her perspective was still too narrow. It was a complete underestimation. No wonder Su Mo could casually grant her the power of an Old Deus; he truly didn't care about that level of power.
Not only did he not care, but he could even give a temporary new skill to a Flügel, which was enough to imitate the power of the War God Artosh and kill the Forge God Ocain.
Having witnessed this strike, Synk knew that even with her one hundred and sixty-eight techniques and the ability to wield the Forest God's Authority, she would be powerless against God's Strike. It was not something a normal Old Deus could handle.
If even Jibril can crush me, what is Su Mo's limit? She didn't dare to think.
At this moment, there was only one curiosity she dared to voice.
"Jibril, you said just now that a power like that is still no match for the War God himself? Are you serious?"
She could accept that Su Mo was that strong. After all, she was his retainer now; the stronger he was, the better for her. What shocked her was that the War God Artosh was also that strong?
Jibril's strike just now was almost on the level of Star-Busting, a crushing victory against a normal Old Deus, yet she said it couldn't compare to him? Was that possible?
Faced with this question, Jibril shook her head.
"I don't know how strong Lord Artosh is, but he's definitely not weaker than I was just now! As for how much stronger… maybe Lord Su Mo knows?"
Synk immediately turned her gaze to Su Mo.
"Ten times."
Su Mo pondered for two seconds and spoke.
"What?! Are you saying the War God's full power is ten times that of Jibril's strike?" Not just Synk, but the other Flügel girls also wore expressions of disbelief. They knew the War God was strong, but they didn't know he was that strong. This was beyond the dimension of a normal Old Deus.
"No." Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Su Mo shook his head leisurely. "I wasn't talking about his full power, but his normal attack… The War God's normal attack is ten times Jibril's output just now."
According to the original author's description, not only could God's Strike easily pierce through a dozen planets, but it was also just the War God's basic attack. His strength was on a whole other level.
"…" Hearing this evaluation, everyone present fell silent. Even the Flügel found it hard to comprehend a power of this scale.
"To fight an opponent of this level… If you hadn't appeared, my Lord God, wouldn't the only possible winner of this great war be the War God Artosh?" Synk asked in a daze.
With the War God's outrageous strength, all the other races and Old Deus combined probably couldn't match him alone. What was the point of playing a one-sided game? The result was obviously predetermined!
"Rather, if the War God was willing, he could end the war at any time and obtain the Star Grail. He just hasn't done so." As he said this, Su Mo added, "Of course, that was until I arrived."
Just like the Heretic Gods of the Godslayer world, the essence of a god was to manifest their divine essence.
If the Forest God obtained the Star Grail and became the One God, the world would be covered by the concept of nature, and the entire world would become a primeval forest.
If the God of Games obtained the Star Grail and became the One God, the entire world would be covered by the concept of games, and the entire world would become a giant amusement park.
And if the War God obtained the Star Grail and became the One God, the world would not change at all. Because it was already a time of great war, a time when the war divine essence was most thoroughly manifested. This was why Artosh was not interested in the Star Grail.
Even without obtaining it, the state of the world was the same as if he had. In that case, why bother?
Hearing Su Mo's acknowledgment of the War God Artosh, the Flügel first showed expressions of pride, then looked at Su Mo strangely. After a moment of furtive eye-contact, Azriel took the initiative to speak.
"Lord Su Mo, since you know Lord Artosh is so strong, why do you still challenge him? Lord Artosh never holds back in a fight, meow!"
Hearing this, Su Mo asked with some surprise, "From your standpoint, shouldn't you be happy about this? Why are you specifically reminding me?"
"I-I'm just worried that Jii-chan will commit suicide by following you if you're not around, meow!" Azriel's face stiffened, and she quickly replied.
If they really had to take a side, they would definitely stand with their own Master God. But they had a good impression of Su Mo, and they subconsciously felt it would be better if he survived.
"You don't need to worry about that!" Before Su Mo could answer, Jibril approached. "Because Master is guaranteed to win. Not even Lord Artosh is a match for him!"
"Jii-chan, you traitor, meow!" Hearing this, Azriel shot Jibril a dissatisfied glare.
"I'm telling the truth." Jibril took the opportunity to hug Su Mo's arm, then extended an index finger and wagged it gently at Azriel. "Besides, your previous statement was a bit problematic. It's not that Master wants to challenge Lord Artosh, but that Lord Artosh wants to challenge Master… Don't get the positions mixed up!"
Seeing Jibril's serious expression, Azriel was dumbfounded.
"That's too arrogant, meow!" To say the War God Artosh was the challenger was to imply that Su Mo was stronger. How was that possible?!
Just as she was about to ask further, an angry voice interrupted the harmonious atmosphere.
"You guys, that's enough!"
The one who roared with tears streaming down his face was the previously ignored Dwarf genius, Roni Drovnir. As if he had crawled out of hell, he held up a communication device and stared at his enemies with hatred.
"To slay our god right in front of us Dwarfs, do you think we will just let it go?!"
Behind him, the Dwarfs' floating warships slowly rose in the distance, and several golden divine essences locked onto all positions around Jibril.
The immature technology of the Essence Bomb was forcefully deployed. The eyes of the other Dwarfs also burned with a fierce anger. They clearly didn't mind sacrificing all their lives for a spectacular revenge.
Even if they couldn't kill the enemy's Old Deus, so many Essence Bombs were enough to severely injure them, and also enough to kill the Flügel who had regressed to their childlike state and had less than a tenth of their previous strength.
Faced with this destructive power, Jibril was not panicked. On the contrary, after seeing the Dwarf fleet, she looked at them with some surprise.
"I see. So you gave up resisting and chose to use all your power to protect your people."
To have survived the aftershock of God's Strike was not luck, but the life of the Forge God Ocain. It had to be said, this Old Deus had done right by his creations.
"Interesting. But even so… do you think those little toys will work on me?" Jibril's attitude was still very arrogant.
She had used her Divinity to release God's Strike, so she wouldn't weaken after releasing it like she would with Heaven's Strike.
The Essence Bomb technique before them was indeed a destructive power for an ordinary Old Deus, but compared to God's Strike, it was still a bit lacking. Not to mention, the Essence Bomb still needed to be mechanically activated. That much redundant time was enough for Jibril to dismantle their warships.
Hearing Jibril's words, Roni's eyes were bloodshot.
"We'll use as much as we have… We can't let our lord die in vain! All units, prepare the Essence Bomb!"
"Load the divine essence! Ignite and fire!"
There was no room for negotiation, and fearing the enemy would take the opportunity to recover their strength, Roni directly put all eight divine essences into use. If they were to detonate, this planet would probably become even more tattered, but the cornered Dwarfs could no longer care.
And at the critical moment of the Essence Bomb's detonation…
A very gruff, and very familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"Cancel activation! Cease fire! All Dwarfs, stand by!"
A series of commands directly bypassed Roni, the leader, and operated the floating ships from a distance.
However, Roni, who had been "usurped," didn't have time to reprimand the other. On the contrary, seeing the gruff figure before him, his eyes filled with tears, a mixture of doubt and pleasant surprise.
"M-My lord?"
Appearing before him was none other than the Forge God Ocain, who had died just moments ago.
"It's me." Ocain glanced at his favorite child. Then he turned, and under the shocked gazes of all the Dwarfs, knelt before Su Mo.
"The Forge God Ocain, at your service, Lord Su Mo! Thank you for granting me destruction and rebirth."
Hearing this, Jibril immediately understood.
Master has kneaded the Forge God back into existence!