I, the Heir of Heroes

[Language] itself is a kind of magic, with the help of the resonance with the elven corridor, it plays a song that restores one's own thinking in the material world.Therefore, this magic has an upper limit.It's like it can provide you with services, but it's impossible to make it commit suicide with just one sentence.

However, the [God Species] in front of Jibril did it, and the world faithfully and conscientiously carried out the order he issued to the myriad phenomena.

"—Hiss... ha... ah!"

Jibril also understands that there is no other way to resist the mighty power of the gods except to resist with a force stronger than its coercive power.

In an instant, she caused the source of the elf corridor to rush, and gathered the elves that could dry up the surrounding space.

In the nothingness where everything had disappeared, she gasped and endured with difficulty.

"...Ah Lala, you are such a narrow-minded god! To be honest, you have condescended to such a level and you can still master such power, which is really beyond my expectations!"

But Jibril still smiled stubbornly, but her eyes were full of surprise.

At most, it was only a clone, but with just one sentence, it was able to severely damage Wushuang's weapon, the Flügel incarnate of death.

Jia Luo probably felt a little unnatural from the Flügel in front of him, so he said:

"Broken Wing of the Hollow God Mansion, are you alone?"

Not caring about the unwilling ridicule in the other party's words, Jia Luo cast a flat and boring look at the struggling young girl.

"Xin Ke"'s mouth was still tightly closed, but what echoed in the space at this moment was the language of the Flügel.

It should have been said intentionally using the words of the Flügel, but these words stepped on two mines of Jibril.

"Actually... dare to call my monarch an empty god's mansion, and call me Broken Wing—really, how daring!"

When Jibril, who was covered in wounds, heard these two names, her killing intent only increased.The body that seemed to be mixed into the quagmire of the void struggled violently, not caring at all about his cracked skin and splashed blood.

Jia Luo's attitude changed again, from surprise to interest.

"Hey~ So you don't understand? That's a miracle! As the creatures closest to your own creator, you don't understand His thoughts and desires at all. It seems that you are negligent of your duties as ministers. "

"What do you know!?"

With a distorted angry smile, Jibril walked out of the shattered space step by step.

"Do you know what is the biggest enemy of longevity species?"

"..."

"—It's [Boring]."

Gallo said so.

"When life becomes boring and meaningless, living is the greatest curse to yourself in this world. Instead of spending time with me here, you should learn how to become stronger and create fun for your creator...Of course , These are just my one-sided words, and my understanding of Him is only limited to other people's memories and descriptions from history."

"Then——you can't help but worry about it even more. You'd better go back to your lair and sleep until your old age."

"You seem to have bad thoughts about me!"

From Jia Luo's perspective, that young body exuded endless malice.As a matter of course, this is enough to make the weak creature's deadly breath point directly at his position.

"I want to throw you to the ground... Specifically, I want to cut off your head. It must be very rare to make a specimen of the head of a life that once lowered the gods!"

To put it simply, Jibril was already furious.

She trembled all over, desperately suppressing the urge to kill the individual in front of her on the spot.She needs time to replenish the power that was consumed by the god's words just now.In other words, in order to unleash the most powerful blow, and accumulate strength at full speed.

Looking at her, it seems that she has no idea what it means to do this, and what are the consequences of doing so.

"Xin Ke" was holding the sharp gun with his palm raised and lowered his index finger, tapping the handle of the gun lightly, silently staring at the wings in front of him, his intellectual and calm eyes seemed to reveal helplessness.

Because there is no such thing as respect, there is no common sense fear.

Because of his innate nobility, he prides himself on being superior to all things.

Their gods have reached the apex of this world, so what they bring is only the stagnation of this race that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

——If possible, Galo actually doesn't want to get involved in this meaningless war.

Jia Luo's strength is very [weak] - because as a [Evil God], he does not have the powerful means of destroying the world by the God of War Arciut, nor does he have the wisdom and miraculous hundredfold magic formula of the Sen God Cainas.

He is only a representative, a representative of half of all existence in the world.

He has only a few, [Domination], [Power], and [Absolute Evil].

The real [Evil God] will never rely on pure brute force to publicize his existence, showing his authority is the essence of the Demon God.

Therefore, this is Jia Luo's greatest reliance to run rampant in this strange world.

No matter who the enemy is, no matter how many enemies there are.

With the power of the BUG level rules engraved into his soul, his worst result in a battle is just a draw.

"Ah~ Is it so difficult to maintain reason and rationality in this world? Sure enough, such a deformed worldview needs to be changed."

Jia Luo's eyes, which had completely seen through the world, were filled with helplessness, and the reverberating exclamation caused the shaking of the space.

Jibril was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the shaking of the space was caused by the exclamation of the gods.After understanding, she suddenly laughed, the smile was quite gloomy.She had to admit that she was afraid in the face of a force that was too unimaginable.

However, as wings, when will they shrink back in a daze because of this emotion.

— Kill it immediately.

——It’s just a doppelgänger.