With the War God's power as its core, commanding the Heaven's Strikes of all the Flügel.
This was the power known as God's Strike.
Jibril had also used this skill before. In her hands, this attack was enough to easily slay the Forge God Ocain, its aftershock even capable of piercing through an entire planet.
It was a power that other Old Deus could not hope to match.
However, compared to the output Artosh was unleashing at this moment, Jibril's previous strike paled in comparison.
This was a truly unparalleled blow, one to which even all the gods must submit.
The aftershock of God's Strike whipped up a crimson apocalyptic storm on the planet's surface. It was a pulse of power that could shake the entire planet.
The races standing on the ground could feel the planet itself wailing.
This meant that under this level of power, even a planet with Elemental Corridors could no longer withstand it, and the entire planet was about to be destroyed.
"Heavens, what is that?!"
Even the well-traveled March 7th was shocked when she witnessed this apocalyptic storm with her own eyes. It was the first time she had ever seen a storm capable of destroying a planet.
"The War God Artosh has released God's Strike. The scale of its power… is unpredictable!"
Beside March 7th, Synk, the current Forest God, was completely stunned as she watched the destructive scene before her.
Having witnessed Jibril release God's Strike, she had thought she already had some understanding of the War God Artosh's power. But she never imagined that reality would be at least ten times greater than her expectations.
She had originally thought the allied fleet would surely be victorious, but under this level of power, she began to doubt if her previous arrangements had any meaning at all.
However, the thought of Su Mo being there to back her up subconsciously calmed her down a lot, and she immediately began to command the Elven fleet.
"As planned! Void Zero Protection, all twenty-four shots, fire!"
After obtaining the Forest God's divine essence, she had casually developed a technique comparable to the Dwarfs' Essence Bomb and the Dragonia's Roar: Void Zero Protection.
It was a technique that used the spirit cores of Phantasma as explosives, forcibly releasing their power. Although it couldn't compare to the former two, it wasn't significantly weaker either.
At the same time, sixteen Essence Bombs were also fired. The Dwarfs must have also realized the invincibility of God's Strike and had used all their trump cards at once without holding back.
Simultaneously, ten Dragonia, in accordance with their alliance with the Dwarfs, offered their lives and fired eight Roars.
Each of these attacks was enough to destroy a continent. All of them together were enough to shatter the entire planet.
However, even a power of this scale could not match God's Strike. Let alone stopping it, they couldn't even weaken it. They could only slightly guide it, condensing it into an extremely terrifying energy vortex.
The crimson energy vortex contained the power of God's Strike, the Essence Bomb, Void Zero Protection, and the Roar, and it was terrifying enough to easily destroy a dozen planets.
In fact, even the slightly leaked energy had already pierced through the ground beneath them, covering the entire planet with cracks.
"I-Is this planet going to be destroyed now?" March 7th's face was pale.
She knew it was a world-ending war, but she never thought it would actually be on a star-destroying scale. A decisive battle of this level was extremely dangerous even just to watch.
Seeing her nervous look, Jibril at the side patted her shoulder. "With Senior here, don't worry, we'll be fine!"
At this moment, the aftershock of the crimson energy vortex happened to reach them.
Faced with this corner of the world-ending energy, Artoria finally knew why she had been arranged to be here.
She took a step forward, reached out for her incredibly magnificent scabbard, and deployed her Noble Phantasm.
"The Everdistant Utopia, Avalon!"
Avalon, modified with a divine blessing, instantly enlarged, like a transparent small world, enveloping the entire allied fleet except for the Ex-machina.
This was the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm, capable of ignoring all magical and physical interference, untouchable even by the Five Magics.
Under this defense, comparable to a small world, the world-ending torrent passed directly through the area protected by Avalon and struck far into the distance.
With the entire planet on the verge of its end, perhaps the only safe haven was within Avalon's barrier.
Seeing Avalon's effect, which was far stronger than the Eternal Fourth Protection, Synk's eyes widened, unable to imagine that there was a power in this world that could even defend against God's Strike. The Master God's subordinates are truly unfathomable.
On the other side, witnessing this crimson energy torrent, Jibril turned to look at the loli Ex-machina beside her. "Schwi, how is it?"
Hearing this question, a string of complex data streams flashed through Schwi's eyes before finally stopping. "Analysis complete. Beginning convergence!"
Only then did Synk notice that the Ex-machina legion had been exposed outside, not taken in by Avalon. "What is this?"
After a moment's pause, she immediately realized something. She looked up, and sure enough!
"Passage Control!" "Energy Convergence!" "Design and Analysis, Deploy!"
As the familiar Ex-machina techniques were deployed, the apocalyptic storm, a vortex of various powers including God's Strike, was actually being completely converged, bit by bit!
The power that could have easily destroyed a dozen planets was completely converged and absorbed under the interference of the Ex-machina legion.
Recalling the Ex-machina's ability to easily copy and learn any power they saw, Synk suddenly understood. "Jibril, was this our real purpose?"
The apocalyptic storm, a combination of God's Strike, Essence Bomb, Roar, and Void Zero Protection—if the Ex-machina were to learn and replicate it, wouldn't the resulting power surpass these techniques themselves and reach an even higher level?
If so, how terrifying would the Ex-machina be now? Wouldn't even the War God's God's Strike be no match for them?
Synk shivered for a moment, finding it unimaginable.
Seeing Synk's expression, Jibril pouted. "Although I don't know what you've misunderstood, I must remind you that a power obtained through mere imitation and learning cannot defeat Lord Artosh."
She had personally arranged this situation, so she naturally knew that the Ex-machina could obtain a terrifying skill in this battle.
But she understood one thing even better: whether it was the Elves, the Dwarfs, or the Dragonia, including the Ex-machina, all beings in this great war were nothing more than an atmosphere team.
"The only one who can achieve victory is, and can only be, Master!" she said with an extremely devout attitude, gazing at the distant battlefield.
Just then, as if to challenge her conclusion, the Ex-machina legion combined their efforts to create a silver spear and aimed it at the War God.
"Is this the little experiment you were talking about?" Artosh looked at the formation displayed by the Ex-machina legion with an interested expression. He had watched these Ex-machina analyze and converge the power he had released without any interference.
"Mm. Although it won't have any effect on you, it's a rare star-destroying weapon." Su Mo nodded, his expression also very relaxed. "After reorganizing all the previous energy torrents, it can probably exert about one hundred and eighty percent of its power."
If the previous apocalyptic storm was enough to destroy a dozen planets at once, then the power, strengthened and reorganized by the Ex-machina, could erupt with almost twice the force.
Just as he finished speaking, a young goddess crossed space and appeared behind Su Mo, affectionately tugging on his sleeve. "Report: This technique is temporarily named Lösen: Org. 0000: Stalemartyr. Does the Master God have any different opinions?"
"No." Su Mo shook his head. "Fire it directly."
He thought Holou was done, but to his surprise, she didn't leave immediately, still staring at him with wide, expectant eyes.
Seeing that Su Mo didn't react, the young goddess had no choice but to speak. "Hint: Holou has been very obedient. Having completed the task, she should be able to receive a reward from the Master God!"
"Mm, alright. You did a good job. I'll reward you later." Su Mo finally understood what she was thinking, patted her head like he was petting a pet, and casually agreed to her request.
Only then did Holou leave, satisfied.
Watching Holou, the God of Doubt, who had suddenly appeared and then suddenly left, and the Ex-machina legion in the distance, Artosh glanced at the exhausted Flügel lolis all over the ground outside his sky throne, his gaze slightly fixed.
A few seconds later, Holou, surrounded by the Ex-machina, pulled the trigger on Artosh without any expression.
A star-destroying weapon capable of annihilating dozens of planets erupted in an instant.
Lösen: Stalemartyr!
BOOM!
The power that could destroy stars was condensed into an extremely small beam of light. The energy that had been absorbed by the Ex-machina legion erupted at once and was returned twofold.
There was no doubt that this was a power that surpassed the previous apocalyptic storm. It was also the product of the "little experiment" Su Mo had mentioned.
Faced with this power, which even surpassed his own previous God's Strike, Artosh let out a battle-crazed laugh.
At this time, all the Flügel were already exhausted, and the scale of his divine power was only twelve percent of what it was before.
From a purely mathematical point of view, the current Artosh should not have been able to withstand the power of Lösen: Stalemartyr.
However…
"The strongest is the strongest because they are the strongest. In that case, what meaning do numbers have?"
With this declaration of an overlord, the War God Artosh raised his spear, which burned even spacetime, and met the star-destroying blow head-on.
And at the moment of impact, he annihilated it.