I, the Heir of Heroes

Jibril desperately squeezed the elf's accumulated power.

However, Jia Luo spoke again:

"Let me ask you, Feather, do you think you can defeat me by yourself?"

A single word from a god can destroy the world, and it can be called the ruler of the sky.

Jibril tilted her head when she heard that, her distorted smile became brighter.

"It's so boring that I can't stop laughing. But since you asked, I'll answer—of course not."

"but……"

The majestic fluctuations slowly set off around Galo, Jibril then said quietly:

"It doesn't matter if I can beat you or not."

That's right, victory or defeat is not important, there is only one thing that matters.

"Since I have the opportunity to kill the strong man in front of me, I will not let it go."

This is [Battle], the battle where Jibril's souls collide.

Chapter 26 Sky Strike

With a simple and clear answer, Galo understood.

But Jibril herself did not understand.

She does not understand the different nature of the act, the contradictory ideas that surround it.

Not all pure means good things, pure "battle", meaningless "battle" is just rampant ignorance.

Facing the flush and excitement on the cheeks of the girl in front of him, "Xinke" just closed his chaotic eyes lightly, and the black material that turned into a cloak began to extend again, and then wrapped the whole body from head to toe.

The appearance of a male creature can be vaguely seen, it is the figure of a black hole that attracts and devours everything, the strong brilliance held in the hand and the huge sense of existence exuding an extremely evil atmosphere, as if the whole world is shrouded under it.

However, there is a quiet peace in His body like refutation, which is incompatible with the atmosphere that makes the world fear.

"Yingyi, let me ask you—do you know the meaning and purpose behind your actions."

"Huh? Do the gods like to say some inexplicable words? Let's stop here with this look of winning! Come—"

The violently inflated Elven Scythe had doubled in size. Compared to it, Jibril's figure, which could barely be more than ten years old, was too young.

However, on such a cute and attractive appearance, with disrespect to the gods, he returned a ferocious smile.

"—Let's fight. Fight to the death!"

The corners of Jibril's mouth turned up, and she couldn't tell whether she was angry, scared, or confused now.

The wings at the waist spread wantonly, and the substantive elven corridor flashed with exquisite and beautiful lines floating on the wings.The sickle in his hand pierced the sky and cut off the atmosphere.With the roaring sound behind her, Jibril disappeared from sight in an instant.

Just like that, with no tricks or techniques, only relying on the most direct brute force and speed, the blade once again killed the host of the gods.

"【Compilation of the Wedge of Destiny of Birth】"

However, the god had already spoken before the Flügel girl made a move, and the echoing murmur in an unknown language brought a violent chill from the bottom of her heart.

He just raised his spear very slowly, stopped in front of him and stabbed at will.

Jibril instinctively withdrew half of her power for defense, and the god's response in an instant caught her by surprise.

——A lesson from others, a teacher from others.

The unknown language has unknown power, just like just now, it will make a space fall into death and turn into barrenness.

However, during this time of thinking flow, nothing happened.

The god is still standing in the same place, and everything about her is still intact.

"Tch~ playing tricks!"

The movement was only a beat slower, but it did not affect her continuation of the violence just now.

Longing for slaughter, longing for blood, longing for the despair of the enemy before death.

The god who opened the empty door seemed to have sent the head to Jibril, and she swung the sickle again with a bloody and ferocious smile, and cut it fiercely towards the fragile neck.

"Successful!"

Jibril was thinking this excitedly, and at the same time, an extremely familiar and fascinating voice came from her ears.

- Pfft!

It was the sickening sound of flesh being pierced.

The plasma with a little bit of brilliance spewed out, and the elf's light on the stiff wings began to dim.

The sickle in his hand could no longer be held firmly, and the moment it lost its holder, it was clinging to Jia Luo's neck, and then fell to the ground powerlessly, and then shattered like a mirror falling to the ground.

——【Compilation of the Wedge of Destiny of Birth】

As the Supreme, Sulfan originally hoped that Ormazd, who represented truth and light, would be born first to become his elder brother, but Angramanu changed the fate and pushed away Mr. Ormazd to be born in the world.

The legend turned into a brilliant crystallization of history, condensed into power and engraved in Jia Luo's body at this moment.

There is only one effect of this inherent skill, that is [change the order of development of all things in the world], among which, the most direct usage is——