The moment the Flügel witnessed Jibril'sHeavenly Smite—
Their expressions changed drastically.
There was no need for Azriel to give orders.
Every single Flügel immediately activated their own Tenkyū (Heavenly Smite precursor).
In the next instant—
Led by Azriel, they combined their power and unleashed another Heavenly Smite.
Two godlike attacks collided.
At that moment—
The entire planet trembled.
This clash was far more terrifying than the first one.
The Flügel, having forced out such power in haste, were completely drained.
Their energy was exhausted in an instant.
And then—
One by one—
They began falling from the sky.
Like dumplings dropping into a pot.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
They piled up on the ground—
Having all reverted into young girl forms.
Despite crashing down, they still looked up at the sky.
Because above them—
The collision of the two Heavenly Smites had reached its climax.
BOOOOM—!!
A catastrophic explosion erupted.
Across half the planet, every race could see it.
Space itself was shattered.
A violent storm swept across the world.
Even Avant Heim, at the edge of the blast, began to tremble violently.
Inside the palace—
Artosh watched the scene with surprise.
"So… you granted her that level of power."
"It seems letting her follow you was the right choice."
Jibril's growth had exceeded his expectations.
Izumi smiled.
"She always had that potential."
"I merely gave her the means to bring it out."
Then his gaze sharpened.
"Now… let's begin our battle."
In the next instant—
Izumi vanished.
Appearing right before Artosh.
He threw a punch.
Artosh laughed.
His wings spread wide as he raised his arm to meet the attack.
BOOM!!
The collision instantly destroyed the entire palace.
A violent shockwave tore through everything.
With a thunderous blast—
Both of them shot into the sky.
Then—
They clashed again.
And again.
Each impact produced terrifying shockwaves.
As their battle escalated—
The entire world seemed to boil.
Below—
The fallen Flügel stared in shock.
"…No way…"
"How can a human… be this strong?!"
From the moment Izumi appeared—
They had sensed it clearly.
He was human.
Even Azriel, the First Unit, was stunned.
Since when…
Had humans become this terrifying?
At that moment—
Jibril suddenly appeared beside her.
"You should worry about yourself instead of looking up there."
"Well, well… you've finally fallen into my hands, you big idiot."
Azriel, having exhausted her power, had also reverted into a small girl.
Seeing her like this—
Jibril smiled mischievously.
This was the same Azriel who had always teased her before.
And now—
The tables had turned.
Meanwhile, the Ex-Machina descended.
They surrounded all the fallen Flügel.
But instead of attacking—
They simply captured them one by one.
Izumi had already given the order:
Capture them all.
Azriel struggled furiously.
"Damn it, nya!"
"Jibril, let me go!"
"I can't fall into the hands of those scrap machines!"
"I need to go help Lord Artosh!"
Even now, she refused to give up.
But Jibril didn't listen.
Instead—
She pulled out a rope.
And tied Azriel up without hesitation.
Then—
She dragged her away like luggage.
"Be quiet."
"Wait until Izumi-sama finishes his battle."
One by one, the Flügel were brought aboard the warship.
Honestly—
They hadn't contributed much to the battle at all.
After a brief exchange, they had tried to fight back—
Only to exhaust themselves with their own Heavenly Smite.
In a way—
Azriel had unintentionally doomed them.
They could have escaped using spatial transfer.
But instead—
They chose to clash head-on.
And ended up defeating themselves.
At the same time—
Many Flügel were deeply shaken.
Jibril, after using Heavenly Smite alone—
Showed no signs of exhaustion.
The difference in power was overwhelming.
They could only be captured, one after another.
Meanwhile—
Izumi and Artosh had moved into outer space.
After another exchange of blows, they paused.
Izumi let out a breath.
"As expected of the God of War…"
"You're incredible."
Artosh was the type who grew stronger the more he fought.
Every clash—
Pushed him further.
Izumi felt his own blood heat up.
This was the true meaning of battle.
Artosh stared at him, eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"You are strong."
"Let us proceed to the second round."
"O boy from another world—defeat me!"
As his words fell—
A terrifying attack formed.
Heavenly Smite.
The same technique that required all Flügel—
Yet in his hands, it was effortless.
Facing it—
Izumi grinned.
Then he spoke loudly:
"All Ex-Machina—observe closely."
"Analyze every bit of power I release."
At that moment—
A radiant beam of energy erupted from his hand.
It clashed head-on with Artosh's attack.
BOOM—!!
A massive explosion tore through space.
Below—
The Ex-Machina raised their heads.
Their eyes filled with streams of data.
They recorded everything.
Analyzing.
Processing.
Storing.
Thousands of units working together—
Their analysis speed was beyond comprehension.
While they couldn't perfectly replicate Izumi's abilities—
They could simulate similar techniques.
Turning them into new weapons.
Across the world—
All races watched in horror.
"…Someone… is actually fighting the God of War on equal footing?"
"…Is this battle…"
"…really going to end with that mysterious man's victory?"