I, the Heir of Heroes

The flames are still spreading, and the buildings built with tall trees as the main body have become the best combustibles now that they have lost their protection.

From time to time, there was the sound of heavy objects crashing, and crackling arcs of fire lingered with thick and unpleasant black smoke.

"It sucks!"

The more you wander around, the more hopeless you become. Under such destruction, this cute young girl Flügel no longer has any hope.

The smoke and dust blocking the view is really annoying, Jibril frowned, and then there was a terrible wave on the fairy corridor on the small wings extending from her waist——

With a light blow, the strong wind that turned into a sharp blade tore the ground apart, and the smoke and dust that covered the sky dissipated without a trace in an instant under such spit.

"That's much better."

The eyesight obviously opened up a lot, and Jibril, who was able to observe this civilized city carefully again, grinned happily.It seems that there are not a few buildings that are well preserved under the range of the shock wave, especially those exquisite buildings with a bright appearance, but covered with a little dust. The treasures inside will definitely attract her.

only--

Suddenly, Jibril's skin felt a sharp and piercing threat.

Subconsciously and resolutely activated the phase transfer magic, Jibril grasped the scythe instantly, and came to a height [-] meters away.

She looked towards the source of the gaze.

At the center of the explosion just now, at the bottom of the super-large pothole where the smoke and dust had cleared, a figure in a state of disarray was reflected in Jibril's pupils.

"Aha...ahaha...interesting, interesting!"

As if seeing some incredible scene, Jibril showed an excited and ferocious smile.

The petite body was twisting due to excitement, and the scythe in his hand was waving up and down to vent the emotions of the holder.

"Not only in wisdom, but even strength is a special individual that is different from the same race! It's really rare!"

Jibril's eyes lit up and she licked her lips.

The head of a pure elf species is not eligible to be put into her collection, and the so-called high rating just now is only because the other party seems to have the identity of the leader of the race.

This is no small plus.

However, that doesn't mean Jibril is bound to win.

But it's different now.

The rubbish that was bound to evaporate in common sense stood there without much damage, and even cast such incomprehensible glances at it...

——There must be a satisfying secret about her.

Jibril was convinced of that.

Jibril was extremely curious about this.

"I've decided—you are eligible to be my collection!"

Killing is worse than thinking, this is the creed of the Flügel.

Adhering to the motto of their race, Jibril immediately jumped into action just as willfully as before. Jibril, who had fully spread her wings, disappeared in place in an instant, and then flashed in front of Xin Ke with her forehead drooping.

"Be proud!"

Holding the sickle made of elves with both hands and twisting behind her back to accumulate power, Jibril stared at the indifferent girl with a cruel smile in satisfaction.

Her sickle cut towards the fragile neck with an arc that pierced the sky.

However, the reality did not proceed step by step as she had imagined.

"Eh!?"

The slender palm was raised in Jibril's eyes that didn't know what to do, and then grabbed——

Yes, I caught it, and simply and easily grasped the sharp edge that was about to touch the neck just by relying on the tender white fingers without any characteristics.

The drooping forehead was slowly raised, and Xinke's eyes finally met Jibril's.

What eyes are those!

The windless hair fluttered automatically, and the pure black chaos filled the entire eye sockets, and the oppressive sense of doom like an abyss suddenly hit Jibril.

--Danger!

The pupils that suddenly shrank into needlepoints reflected Jibril's heart, and the instinct carved into her body by hundreds of years of fighting made her ready to launch the next attack decisively.

However, an unimaginable force was transmitted from the blade held only by the fingertips.

The situation was out of Jibril's control in an instant.

The sluggish eyes were empty, and she didn't react, and she was thrown to the ground like garbage.

The huddled body cut a long scar on the ground at a speed of dozens of revolutions per second, and it didn't stop until it shattered a distant mountain peak.

Chapter 24 Command the Language of the World

When the eyes were opened again, Jia Luo's perspective had come to another place from the hollow world of scarlet sun.

The devastation of the war filled the whole land, and on the ruins full of gunpowder and smoke, there was only the silence of withered life accompanied by the obsession with a better future.

"Whoo~"

The girl's consciousness sank into the deepest part of her body, and it was the gods who came to save her who were in charge of the body.