Intruders of the Moon World

However, the living body hit head-on by this terrifying blow has not disappeared yet.

In the depths of the earth's crust, in the dark center of the huge void, calm words came out.

"This power is indeed worthy of the title [God Killing Weapon].

but--"

A slender sword light shot out from the darkness, dividing the entire sky into two halves like a silk thread.

"Kah——"

After a slight pause, the space began to dislocate, and even Jibril's body had oblique sword marks from her chest to her waist.

"A simple [weapon] cannot kill me no matter what."

In a flash of lightning, the galloping thunder streaked across the world, and Ye Qing's figure appeared next to the childish Jibril in an instant, raising his blade.

"I lost..."

Jibril's pupils constricted for a while, but she showed a perverted and fanatical smile.

"However, I will not give up. Sooner or later, I will—"

"Om——"

At the moment when the girl was about to be cut in half, the backup measures prepared in advance finally came into play.

The round elf formula on her chest was set before she exhausted her energy to cast [Sky Strike], and now it seems that it is indeed a wise choice.

"Hoo-boom!"

Ye Qing's magic sword pierced Jibril's body mercilessly, and the Flügel girl's body was completely dyed red——

Then, the technique was activated, and the girl with amber eyes gradually lost her spirit and disappeared in the space.

"Hmm...do you want to survive that much?" Ye Qing frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed it.

If nothing else happened, the blow just now was enough to kill the opponent.Even the high-ranking race named [Flügel] is by no means an eternal life form, so it cannot withstand Ye Qing's sword.

"Huh... well, it's barely okay."

Ye Qing stroked his chest, feeling the balance of good and evil in his body that was a sign of getting out of control, he smiled helplessly.

"A Flügel is struggling so much, if it fights with a higher-ranking race, I'm afraid it won't be able to control it perfectly."

According to the information he obtained from the consciousness of the fantasy species, [Flügel] are famous for fighting in groups among the upper races, and their individual strength is not outstanding, and it can even be said to be at the bottom.

Whether it is a [Dragon Spirit] or a [Giant], they can definitely beat the [Flügel] alone.

"It's still necessary to stabilize the balance in the body, or if it gets out of control..."

This world is already riddled with holes, if Ye Qing adds another "fire", maybe it will really...

"By the way, according to that Flügel named Jibril, the human beings in this world...are even considered to be a kind of beast. It seems that the situation is not good."

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The relationship between hunter and prey is not absolute.

The strong have an advantage over the weak, but they cannot always guarantee that they will be the "strong" when they meet on a narrow road.

Except for the great master God of War [Artosh], all strengths and weaknesses are relative terms.

Even the [Flügel] of the upper race are likely to be killed by a stronger race.

In fact, not a few Flügel lost their lives in the war.

They will attack the fleet alone, and they will also form a team to challenge giants and giants, and even dare to kill gods.

A race born for war, whose members die fighting as a matter of course.

Although I don't know when it will be, but as long as the war never stops, it will eventually usher in a day of destruction.

However, on the basis of understanding these, the Flügel is still addicted to the thrill of slaughter and fighting, and has completely assimilated with "destruction".

It doesn't matter even if you die, as long as you can get an unprecedented sense of accomplishment before death and bring glory to the master, it is worth it.

All Flügel have the same idea, and Jibril is no exception—the past.

She is the last individual created by Artosh, the God of War, and the only Flügel who is not "perfect".

The basic ability is weaker than that of the companions, and the way of thinking is also incompatible, so it is called "Fantasy Individual".

However, she is also the first Flügel who has mastered the skill of "learning".

Because I am not perfect, I can improve myself, so I can surpass my original self.

And this characteristic is not possessed by other Flügel species.

As the perfect weapons made by the God of War, they have no doubts about the God of War's spells, and naturally they will not learn "useless" things.

"Ah, it's rare to see a completely unknown existence, and I haven't further understood it, so I'm going to die like this..."

Feeling clearly that her life had come to an end, Jibril felt a little bit of regret and loneliness.

It would be great if she could figure out why that unknown creature was so powerful——she thought so.

After learning more about the opponent and analyzing his fighting style, I should become stronger.

However, she no longer had this chance.

That person's merciless slash had completely cut off her vitality, and if even the "nucleus" was broken, it would be the end for the magical lifeform.

Just when she was immersed in a touch of sadness and regret, some annoying voices came to her ears...

"Meow? Hey, how did you make it like this?

Meow—have you met a dragon spirit?Come here, everyone, Jeep sauce is going to die meow... how about dead?

Well, all in all, come and help me! "

What, is it senior...

Hearing the familiar voice, Jibril just lost her final consciousness.

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"Uh-ah!"

When Jibril woke up, what she saw was a gorgeous and huge dome, as well as tall stone pillars emitting a faint cold light.

This is an incomparably vast space, reminiscent of the vast universe.

"Here is... ah, that's right."

Consciousness was blurred for a moment, but she soon came to her senses and recognized that this was the residence of the Great Master—the Throne Hall.

"Meow~ are you awake, Jeep sauce?"

"Well, thank you, Senior Azrael."

Jibril stood up and looked at the Flügel girl next to her.

Azrael, the strongest Flügel at first, the most shining wings of the master.

Although he has always looked unscrupulous, and every sentence has a strange idiosyncrasy, but his strength is beyond doubt.

"No, no, I have no ability to save your situation. Instead of thanking me, I would rather thank the one who completely restored you—our Lord."

"That's right."

Jibril half-kneeled towards the Supreme Throne respectfully, and her two wings bowed obediently.

"You are laughing at my embarrassment, my lord.

To bother you to do it yourself, Jibril really lost her composure this time, please punish her. "

"It's okay, Jibril—the tail end of my wings, the incomplete [extra entity].

When you encounter an enemy stronger than you, you will naturally fail. "

The man sitting on the supreme throne has muscles as strong as a rock.

The gigantic body is twice the size of a normal person, and the black beard that seems to be forged from steel hangs down naturally. On the back is a full eighteen light wings, wrapped around the body like a gorgeous cloak.

The facial features are profound, the eyes are sharp and deep, and the golden pupils look down on everything in the world. Just a casual glance is enough to feel the breathless oppression of "God Slayers" like Jibril and Azrael.

He is the strongest god-species, the man with the title of "God of War", and the incarnation of all disasters and wars in the world - Artoxiu.

The power of the God of War cannot be predicted or measured. He is like a bottomless black hole. The strength that the enemy can feel is only where they can see it. It is just a tiny manifestation of the power of the God of War.

【The strongest】!

——The perfect interpretation of these two words, the invincible, the powerhouse who surpasses everything, this is Artosh, the God of War.

For thousands or tens of thousands of years, he sat on the throne melancholy and lazily, thinking about something, just propping his cheek in boredom.

But now, he showed a happy expression and looked at his last creation.

"Fanwai individual, what killed you?"

He didn't use the words "injury" or "powerlessness", but said the word "kill" very bluntly.

And Jibril wasn't surprised either. She raised her head to look at her master, and said seriously, "It's an unknown lifeform that looks no different from a human being."

"Human...unknown?"

"Yes, although he claims to be a human being, that combat power is undoubtedly not something that a human being can possess.

Among the races that can't even defeat the rubbish of demons and vampires, it is absolutely impossible for a strong man like him to appear.

Although the time of the fight was very short, I could feel that the other party seemed to have not tried their best.

In other words, even if only a part of the power is used, it is enough to completely suppress me. "

"Oh~ an unknown life form that claims to be human, and has the fighting ability to kill you? Interesting."

God of War raised the corners of his lips after a long absence: "However, you may have misjudged one thing, Jibril."

"Ok?"

"The individual who beat you, since he claims to be a human being, there should be nothing wrong - he is a human being."

"Ugh?!"