Chapter 248: Artosh's Gift

"Where is he?"

Artosh felt puzzled; He did not think His divine strike had been of any use.

"Over here."

Broly answered Him, having circled behind Artosh at some unknown time, and as he spoke his hand was already placed on the other's lower back, green energy light flashing.

"Boom~"

The coastline that had endured the ravaging of the divine strike was struck again by a Saiyan-powered energy bullet of increased power; the channel originally blown out was now directly lengthened, thickened, deepened, and doubled.

Artosh was blown away, and when He fell to the ground, this War God's back showed a patch of scorched black color.

The eighteen-winged wings were missing more than half, leaving only eleven defective wings hanging behind Him, looking extremely miserable.

However, Broly floating in the sky did not easily approach the fallen Artosh, only because the Qi on the other's body was rapidly becoming stronger, and soon caught up again.

And if there were a high-level Scouter from the Dragon Ball World at this moment, one could discover that Broly's Combat Strength had now reached 190,000, while the fallen Artosh below had Combat Strength exceeding him, reaching a degree of slightly over 190,000.

The concept of Strongest was extremely troublesome; although because Broly did not use Spirit Power, the enhancement effect of this concept could not be achieved in one step.

But even in a situation where one needed to fight and grow stronger, as long as a stronger attack that could not kill Artosh was used, it would only let this War God further obtain even greater power.

Of course, although Artosh's power was becoming stronger, His injuries did not disappear because of becoming stronger, but were still continuously accumulating.

Compared to Artosh's miserable appearance at this moment, Broly had received an effective attack, namely the punch He accidentally took just now.

The damage this punch brought him did not even count as a minor injury; it was just that the corner of His mouth had some color, and He bled a little.

"Still fighting?"

Broly asked.

Just now, if He had only slightly increased the output power of His Qi, the War God might have been directly annihilated.

"Why not?"

Artosh climbed up; His wings had already been destroyed by more than half, and the Spirit Corridor was in a half-damaged state.

However, Artosh felt very good; the power becoming strong again let Him feel something different.

He raised His hand, Qi swirling above it, condensing an energy bullet: "Is this the power you use?"

Broly's energy bullet severely injured Artosh, but in the process of severely injuring Him, it was received by Artosh's Divine Marrow body, letting Artosh's other concept ability take effect.

This was somewhat like the Ex-Machina analyzing others' attacks, except Artosh's was an ability brought by the 【War God】 concept.

At this moment, a large amount of information about the use of Qi appeared in Artosh's brain; it was precisely the combat skill information copied from Broly by the 【War God】 concept, letting Artosh rapidly master the use of Qi.

He tore off the severely damaged wings behind Him, without hesitation pounced toward Broly again, and this time Artosh's flight method changed from manipulating Spirit Power to propel flight, to relying on the powerful Qi within His body to propel flight, with speed nearly matching the speed at which Broly had flown over according to His head just now.

How long this battle between the Saiyan and the War God specifically lasted, no one knew.

The personnel on the battlefield only knew that after the two terrifying existences left for about half an hour, tremors came from the ground.

This was not an earthquake unique to this region, but rather the entire planet seemed to be struck by a huge massage gun, forced to tremble.

And this trembling sensation lasted for more than half an hour before suddenly disappearing.

The War God was immersed in the joy brought by the fierce battle.

His power became stronger and stronger during the battle.

And His opponent was like an unfathomable abyss; no matter how much He grew stronger, the other could produce power even stronger than His own strengthened self.

Just as Artosh thought such a battle would continue until the opponent could not help but use all their strength to resolve Himself.

"Crack~"

His left leg suddenly crystallized, and under a gravity stomp it snapped open.

At the moment His body tilted, Artosh realized that His own battle had ended.

"Unexpectedly, the one who couldn't hold on first would be my Divine Marrow……"

Divine Marrow was the body of a Divine Spirit; it was incomparably hard while the Divine Spirit was still alive.

But everything has a limit; in the process of continuously accumulating injuries and also increasing power.

Artosh's Divine Marrow finally could not hold on when His combat power followed Broly to reach 530,000.

"Won't you give me the final blow?"

Broly's fist stopped in front of Artosh, which made Artosh somewhat puzzled.

"You have already lost, haven't you?"

In Broly's perception, Artosh was like a leaking balloon, with the Qi within His body rapidly decreasing.

"Yes, I have already lost, but I am somewhat curious: just how much strength do you still have that you haven't brought out?"

"Probably about half left."

Broly was not too sure either; it was also his first time fighting like this with someone in reality.

Hearing this, Artosh was stunned, and then smiled wryly.

"Unexpectedly, I used all my strength and merely forced out half of your power, failing to let you enjoy yourself; I am truly sorry."

"It doesn't matter; anyway, I don't really like fighting either."

"Don't like fighting?"

The War God's mouth corner twitched; it could be seen He wanted to retort, but before He could retort, Broly asked first.

"Since the win/loss is now decided, the matter of Jibril becoming My Wife—You, as the Creator, shouldn't stop it anymore, right?"

"You actually care about this?"

"If I don't care about this, what do I care about? This is the most important reason for my battle with you."

Artosh was somewhat speechless; among the Divine Spirit Race defeated from ancient times until now, He was probably the one with the most bizarre reason for being defeated.

"Fine, I indeed will not continue to stop Jibril from becoming your wife."

Artosh gave an affirmative reply.

Broly swung his fist, clearing away obstacles to inviting Jibril to join the Crystal Palace afterward, and felt pleased about it.

"Can you get back up on your own?"

After the excitement, Broly asked Artosh on the ground again.

"What's wrong?"

Artosh was confused by the question.

"The seawater over there is surging in; if you can't get up on your own, I'll carry you away."

Broly and Artosh's battle directly pushed the East Sea coastline of this continent inland by over a thousand kilometers.

Now black seawater was rushing in from afar with a splash, filling the low-lying areas that had been blasted out, but it was still slower than the speed at which the two of them had blasted out those low-lying areas.

"I can't get up anymore, but it doesn't matter whether I leave here or not, because I'm about to die."

The War God replied. "Hmm?"

Broly looked at Him in confusion.

"Seeing your expression, you probably don't know about the Divine Spirit Race's death situation, right? As long as the external Divine Marrow is destroyed, that is the death of the Divine Spirit Race."

"And from my battle with you, my Divine Marrow has already entered a state of collapse; when this body of mine is completely crystallized and shattered, my consciousness will fall into a long sleep."

"Then how should I save you?"

"Save me, why would you save me?"

"You gave Jibril life, so you must be Jibril's father; your death might make Jibril sad, and I don't want her to be sad."

Broly said, and had already begun releasing his own life energy toward Artosh, but it was completely useless.

At this moment, Artosh's Breasts were like a funnel, constantly overflowing with all kinds of energy; the energy he poured in could at most slightly delay the time for Artosh's consciousness to break free from the Divine Marrow body.

"Sadness……"

Artosh pondered; the Flügel were, in short, killing god weapons created by Him, and He had never thought that His own death would have any impact on the Flügel Jibril and the others.

"It's useless; the collapse of the Divine Marrow cannot be reversed, but if possible, please take me back to Avant Heim……"

Feeling the healing Broly was attempting to conduct, Artosh shook His head; before nearing death, He suddenly wanted to return to Avant Heim and look at His creations.

Broly agreed, but did not stop the act of infusing life energy; He directly hoisted Artosh on the ground onto His back and returned to the battlefield side.

"The War God has been defeated……"

The scene of Broly flying back carrying the War God caused some commotion among the Elves and Dwarves who discovered this scene on the battlefield, but they dared not make any moves.

And seeing the War God's miserable state, the Flügel retinue of the War God gathered over; a group of Flügel in young girl forms acted vigilant toward Broly yet seemed to want to approach this side.

"The win/loss is decided; I have already been defeated; he is bringing me back, he is not your enemy."

Artosh's words made the Flügel temporarily put away their hostility.

"How could this be, Lord Artosh; how could you possibly be defeated?"

A group of Flügel young girls who leaned over found it hard to believe the news that their own god Lord had been defeated.

"Why would it be impossible to be defeated?"

Artosh refuted with one sentence.

"You are the Strongest God who possesses the Strongest Concept."

Azriel said.

"Indeed, but unfortunately my Divine Marrow could not support my concept to the extent of completely surpassing the other party's strength; my defeat is simply because Broly is stronger than me, nothing more."

"Wait, Lord Artosh, what happened to your Divine Marrow?"

"Nothing, it's just about to collapse."

Artosh said very calmly, as if saying that a mere fatal injury was nothing.

The Flügel who heard His words were first stunned; after reacting and realizing Artosh's situation, they became somewhat anxious.

"Lord Artosh, are you going to leave us?"

"I cannot stop the collapse of the Divine Marrow; this is unavoidable."

"Then please let us go with you."

"Why?"

"We are Your Wings; we are Your Blade; the meaning of our existence is to serve You, but now You are about to leave this World, so we Flügel have no meaning to continue existing either."

Artosh was the Creator of the Flügel, the old Father of the Flügel, the meaning of the Flügel's existence; now that He was about to die, all the Flügel seemed to have the resolve to die and follow their serving Divine Spirit away.

After Azriel expressed her stance, Broly's face almost had a question mark on it; he hurriedly looked toward Jibril's direction and found her face full of sadness, and her Happiness Value unsurprisingly dropped straight down.

"Lord War God, pull yourself together; you can't just die like this!"

After discovering Jibril might suddenly die, Broly immediately knelt down and increased the output of life energy to Artosh lying on the ground; with just one push, the dying Artosh sat up, seeming to have recovered.

However, this was only the Final Flash of Life; the Qi inside the other party's Body was still rapidly fading.

Artosh looked at the group of sad Flügel beside Him, thinking of the long years they had accompanied Him, those bits and pieces of Memories, which made Him feel some reluctance.

Artosh moved His Mouth; just as He was preparing to issue His final command as the Creator, preparing to command His Retinue to survive, He suddenly saw Broly sweating on his forehead beside Him, more nervous than when fighting Him, and increasing the life energy output, and suddenly He had a better idea.

"Cough cough, listen to me; you still have meaning to exist."

Hearing this, the Flügel all looked at Him.

"You serve the Strongest God; now I have lost, but the Strongest God has not."

Artosh said thus, and under the gaze of many Flügel, actively peeled the Strongest Concept out from within His Body.

"From today on, the Strongest God is him; he will become the New God you serve."

Artosh directly slapped the Strongest Concept He had peeled out onto Broly's body, then lifted the boy up before the group of Flügel and loudly introduced him.

Broly: "???"

【Obtained World-Class Rule 'Strongest Concept'; this rule was bestowed gratuitously by War God Alteus of the M12 Low-Dimensional World.

Upon obtaining this rule, the Host will automatically gain the identity of the Strongest God in the M12 World, and obtain the Strongest God's power.

This rule will be Weakened upon leaving the M12 World, but the property of growing stronger when facing stronger opponents is retained.

World-Class Rule "Strongest Concept": When encountering a stronger Enemy, automatically Amplify the power of the individual holding this rule.

Amplified power within the M12 World is permanently retained; Amplified power outside the M12 World exists Temporarily.

Amplification effect strengthens as Battle time continues, until surpassing the degree of the Strong Enemy.】

This is the first time the Crystal Palace has actively given an information prompt to an existence that is neither the Host nor the wife.

Broly suddenly obtained a Passive Concept Skill that might be of no use to him, and stared wide-eyed at the group of Flügel before him who had the appearance of young girls.

"Lord Artosh, this is the one who killed you, how can you let us serve our enemy?"

Azriel immediately Indicated opposition; if not for the clear Cognition that she could not defeat the guy before her who had defeated Lord Artosh, she would have Directly chosen to attack Broly.

"Enemy? I do not think so.

The long years I have lived since birth were precisely to wait for such an Opponent to appear.

It is precisely because of his appearance that my long Own God Life gained Meaning.

For my own slumber, I have Somewhat regret.

But for him, I feel Gratitude.

Azriel, can you all understand this Mood of mine?"

Azriel and the other Flügel who were resistant to the command to serve the New Gods could not answer their own Divine Spirit's question.

"If you cannot understand, then Attempt to understand; this is the final command I give to you all."

With a Scream from the Fantasy Race Avant Heim, the War God's Consciousness departed from his own Divine Marrow and scattered with the Wind.

(Chapter End)