Transmigrating sounds interesting, but Eight-cloud Ink is really tired of it.
Luckily, he has Ikaros by his side this time. If it's a boring world, like the last one where there's no life, Eight-cloud Ink won't be bored by being alone.
It's just that there are many interesting situations that come up when transmigrating. Eight Cloud Ink is still fine, but Ikaros' appearance as an angel is bound to cause a commotion in many worlds.
But the world and even the place itself is not under Eight-cloud Ink's control, which makes it easy to cause unnecessary conflicts.
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"So, what's going on?"
The sky is gray.
The howling wind seems like it's going to overturn the whole world.
The sea is churning, huge waves are constantly hitting the small island that looks like it's going to be submerged in the next moment.
Between heaven and earth, the heavy rain obscures the human's vision.
"Master …"
Ikaros flew to Eight-cloud Ink's side, her indigo eyes turned bright yellow, indicating she's ready for battle.
"… There's danger!"
"Ikaros?"
"There's danger!"
Ikaros is not good at explaining, so she just repeats these three words.
Then, the bright yellow eyes, indicating she's ready for battle, turned into a terrifying blood red.
Her pink wings began to grow, and gradually turned into a pair of wings of light.
Looking at Ikaros like this, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly laughed.
"Ikaros, you have to believe in your master —"
Raising his hand, he pressed on Ikaros' head.
"— — Danger or whatever, when I first arrived in this world, I already sensed it."
“master？”
"Ah, yes … … That kind of aura that makes the blood in a demon boil."
The aura of a god.
"Boom!!!"
In the sky, a ferocious lightning struck down, illuminating the whole sky.
Eight-cloud Ink saw that in front of them, where the heavy rain obscured their vision, there's a person who looks like a giant standing in the rain.
He's dressed like an ancient god of war, with an arrogant expression.
Then, in front of the giant, in the sky, a handsome young man in a white robe stood in the air.
Gods, two gods.
However, it was different from the deities of the Fantasy Village, Yabaka Jinako and the others.
"That … seems to be just the clone of a god."
Eight-cloud Ink squinted and looked at the two gods who were confronting each other.
Then, the giant god turned around and looked in the direction of Eight-cloud Ink.
"Oh? Who dares to disturb the battle of the gods? Is it the Godslayer? "
The giant's voice was like a clap of thunder in the sky, spreading throughout the sky.
"God slayer? I see! "
Eight Cloud Ink raised the corner of her mouth.
"It's such a world!"
Verethragna, the handsome young god, also looked at Eight-cloud Ink.
"He doesn't seem to be a godslayer … nor is he one of our kind … What a strange existence!"
"That winged girl isn't an angel … but … she's very strong!!"
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're planning to fight with those two first? "
Mekael glared at him with dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong with that? I only want to lose, the more opponents the better! "
Taking Ikaros with her, Yakumo flew towards the two Divinities.
"You've got guts! Intruding into the battle of the gods! "
Mekael's voice was like a bell, looking down at Eight-cloud Ink and Ikaros.
"Who the hell are you?"
"If I say, we're just passing by, would you believe me?"
"Hahahaha …"
Mekael laughed out loud.
"You'll be punished for messing with the gods!"
Eight-cloud Ink chuckled, "The gods of the Fantasy Village are much cuter than you."
Mekael heard this and suddenly threw a punch without warning.
The wind brought by the punch was strong enough to destroy a reinforced concrete building.
Eight-cloud Ink raised his right hand, five fingers open, palm facing forward.
Space rippled, and Mekael's fist strangely stopped in mid-air.
Seeing this, Welleslana on the side was amused, he waved his hand and pointed to the sky.
Thunder roared.
Lightning as thick as a bucket struck from the sky, mercilessly hitting Eight-cloud Ink and Ikaros.
"Absolute Defense Circle (Aegis)!"
Ikaros opened up the Absolute Defense Circle in an instant, blocking the lightning that struck from the sky.
Eight-cloud Ink's body instantly appeared in front of Welleslana.
Her obsidian-like eyes faintly carried the blood-red color of the Flower Tyrant's fragrance.
The aura created by the battle between the gods, the moment Eight-cloud Ink arrived in this world, it constantly stimulated his monster blood.
He reached out, opened the gap, and pulled out [Ninth Heaven].
Using the umbrella as a sword, Eight-cloud Ink stabbed at Welleslana's chest.
The black monster energy attached to the tip of the umbrella made Welleslana's eyes filled with unconcealable excitement.
"I've never seen such power before! It's not a curse! Interesting! Too interesting!! "
A gorgeous golden saber had appeared in Welleslana's right hand at some point in time.
He swung the sword and slashed at Eight-cloud Ink.
"Permanent Air-to-Air Missile (Artemis)!!"
Countless small missiles flew out from Ikaros's opened wings.
The missiles hit Welleslana's body one after another.
"Boom!!"
The smoke and dust dispersed, Welleslana, who was almost uninjured, looked over with a carefree smile.
"Do you also want to kill a god and become our enemy? If that's the case, asking for help will definitely not succeed! "
"God Slayer?"
Eight-cloud Ink stroked his long hair in front of his chest with one hand.
"I'm not interested in that kind of thing."
He was a monster, not a human, who knew if he could become a god slayer after killing a god.
Besides, with Eight-cloud Ink's perception, the two gods in front of him were actually about the same strength as him, maybe even a little bit weaker.
Killing such a deity and obtaining the authority to become a godslayer did not necessarily make one much stronger.
"Oh? You're not interested in our power? This is already the second time you've blasphemed a god! "
Mekal laughed.
"Are you ready to receive my punishment?"
"Mekal! He's my prey!! "
Welleslana snorted with dissatisfaction.
Mekal didn't compromise and confronted Welleslana again. Eight-cloud Ink looked at the two gods in front of him and suddenly grinned: "No need to fight, both of you can come together."
"Huh? Strange creature … "
"Are you sure you want to fight two gods at the same time?"
Mekal and Welleslana didn't laugh at Eight-cloud Ink for overestimating himself.
As gods, they could naturally vaguely perceive Eight-cloud Ink's strength.
Eight-cloud Ink didn't directly answer, but his eyes that signaled Ikaros to retreat said everything.
— — After being a monster for so long, except for when he was not strong enough and fought to his heart's content in the elemental world, he had never encountered a situation where he needed to go all out.
Just how far had he grown?
Eight-cloud Ink also wanted to know.
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