I, the Heir of Heroes

This group of war hounds is everywhere, and they are the strongest god-killing weapons, and they are not something that elves who are not fully prepared can deal with.

Hesitation means defeat, defeat means death - and there is only one life!

Xin Ke immediately decided to give up everything, and prepared to return to Nina with the magic of multiple phase shifts.

As for her target Ronnie this time?

Life and death are up to fate, who cares about him!

The soul stone on his forehead exuded a dazzling light, casting spells that squeezed out his potential regardless of the consequences, so that Xin Ke could stay away from the scene as quickly as possible.

A picture appeared in the sky above his head as if time was still, and the space became fragile like glass under the manipulation of the god-killing weapon.The fleet that was slowly falling in the sky also turned into garbage because of the disgust in the corner of the other party's eyes, and all evaporated in the mere aftermath.

War between two races is child's play in each other's world—simple, crude, and uninteresting.

From the corner of the eye, she caught a glimpse of the fireworks that exploded one after another, Xin Ke bit her lip, and then decisively changed the direction of jumping.

Jibril didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the retreating elf troops, and disappeared in place after completely disposing of the half-dead and dilapidated warships.

Her eyes sparkle with the desire to seek knowledge, which is the desire for endless unknown!

At the same time, this is also her contempt for the lower races. Playing with them like a cat and a mouse is just to satisfy her boredom for a long time.

"Why didn't you run away? Jibril is super~ super happy today! Your head can definitely reach the [rare degree 3] level. After I have completely extracted the knowledge in your mind, you will be my latest Keep your collection in the locker!"

Pure strength is nothing but violence, and Jibril has been pursuing to arm herself with knowledge and skills.

This is her mission as an extra individual.

Of course, it's what I think.

However, the atmosphere at the scene was a little delicate. Jibril, who was holding a two-meter-long scythe made of elves, narrowed her eyes slightly.

Xin Ke, who was standing on a building, seemed to have been waiting for a long time, staring straight at the Flügel who had been late.

"We're not in conflict."

"It's your fault that hurts the lovely Jibril..."

——So that's the case, Xin Ke, who had been a little confused since just now, finally understood the reason of the matter at this moment.

[Has it been affected by the spirit damage technique?!Ah~ just because of this damn coincidence? 】

but--

Don't underestimate us!

Knowing that there is no possibility of communication between the races, and betting everything on the last trump card, Xin Ke activated the magic formula buried under his feet with a mad smile.

The heart seems to be held, which is an unspeakable tension.

The fleet of goblins has long been destroyed, so why not replace the gift prepared for it with the one who sent it.

"Hey~ They all died together! It's such a pity—this kind of thing is not enough to watch!"

The young body floated quietly in place, and Jibril stared at the aurora shining not far away with a disdainful smile.

She didn't care about it at all, allowing the destructive shock waves spreading around to wrap herself inside.

Chapter 23 Gods Fall

Jibril couldn't feel the feeling of fighting at all, and she didn't enjoy it at all.

Just waving your hands a few times can't be called a battle, at best it's just a warm-up activity for preparation.

As the wings of the most powerful spirit species, even if she gave up resistance and refused the use of the elves, it was unknown whether such a pure energy attack could even scratch her delicate skin.

As if floating in the turbulent sea, Jibril pursed her lips and floated into the distance following the impact listlessly.

The exaggerated impact endowed it with huge kinetic energy. During the process of flying backwards, she also adjusted the direction according to the trend, and caught a few unlucky ones who escaped from the team.

"Wait, if... if this is the case, then wouldn't it be...! Ahhhhhhhhhhh~ my books~!!!"

Jibril seemed to be belatedly realizing that under such a suicidal attack, the knowledge she was going to collect would have already been "destroyed together".

While talking to herself, Jibril clenched her fists excitedly and angrily, and the head of the elf in her hand was crushed like a balloon.

"The intersection of souls! Desperate for life, blood spattering collision! But what is this self-destruction! Woo~ unilateral ravages are really boring... How is this different from pouring hot water into an ant nest and watching ants struggle... Ah~ this seems interesting too? Hehehe!"

Of course, this is just a metaphor, Jibril has not actually done it yet.

Then it's a pleasure to try it out.

"Well~ But forget it, let's try our luck, maybe we will find something amazing!"

As for the elves who had just activated such a technique, Jibril had already left them behind.

As a lower race still at the level of material life, being able to possess such wisdom is already a miraculous reappearance. It is obviously impossible to survive that kind of explosion.

Thinking of this, Jibril slowly descended from the sky leisurely, as if she was going to take advantage of the fire, and searched for her favorite toys in the empty city that was only left intact.

All in all, the result was not much different from the situation she was after.

Fight, kill, destroy, proclaim your own existence, and then find your own fun...

They are such pure and simple terrifying weapons.

With fluttering little wings hanging her small body, which was a little bit interested, Jibril flew towards the center of the smoky city with a light-primed sickle in her hand.