I, the Heir of Heroes

Last come first!

In the established destiny, even with the blessing of his strength, the fragile elf body cannot forcefully follow the attack of the god-killing clan.

Well, since you don't want to escape, you can just change your fate.

The god-made weapon burning with scorching sun pierced the disrespectful man's chest, and the tip of the gun, which was bubbling with transparent red flames, was eroding the girl's wound and advancing like torment.

Jia Luo's flat eyes stared at the blushing cheeks without any emotional fluctuations. The girl who was gradually losing strength opened her small mouth, and boiling blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

Her sluggish gaze was full of confusion for unknown reasons, and the hands subconsciously pressed on the tip of the gun were useless except for continued burns.

Until the chest was completely penetrated, and then pulled out mercilessly.

The blood sticking to the sharp spear was all evaporated the moment it was drawn out, and the Flügel girl who lost her support then fell to her knees powerlessly.

The knee slammed into the hard ground, and dust and blood rolled everywhere.

Jia Luo looked at the girl who fell at his feet, and the sharp gun in his hand was skillfully spun in the palm of his hand, then he held it backwards and pointed the tip of the gun at the ground, pointing at the weak girl.

"Farewell, Wings of Ignorance."

The last farewell of the mourner, the fiercely burning spear stabbed fiercely towards the ground.

However, the scene of the head being pierced was replaced by surging elves, and the dazzling pure white light of chain explosions completely filled Jia Luo's field of vision in the next instant.

The spear in his hand fell to the ground, but only pierced through the sunken ground again.

When Jia Luo looked at the world again, the girl who was weak at her feet had already flickered into the distance.

"Hey~ It seems to be my mistake. I think that piercing the heart can know your life with my outdated concept - I will pay attention next time."

The face covered by the pitch-black substance lifted up, and the eyes full of evil completely covered Jibril's body floating in the air.

The pierced chest was healing at an extremely fast speed, and the wings condensed with brilliance seemed to be the gathering point of the opponent's elven corridor.

It seems that if you want to kill the opponent completely, the most direct way is to completely tear the opponent's wings.

At the same time, the piercing killing intent also nakedly proved how weak the girl who was lucky enough to save her life was in front of the gods.

"Ha ha……"

Panting heavily, Jibril had fear in her pupils, but a masochistically excited smile on the corner of her mouth.

The right hand held on her chest was released, and the spark that had been hindering her recovery had been extinguished.

—almost literally died.

If it hadn't been for the deity species to draw back the weapon, perhaps there was no need to destroy her spirit corridor, Jibril would be reduced to ashes under the burning of the flame in her body.

However, it's different now.

With the pleasure of vengeance, Jibril saved all the power of words, and tremblingly condensed a light gun that was more dazzling than the sun in her other hand.

Chapter 27 Taste the Mercy of the King of the Gods

A pattern of crosses appeared in the amber pupils, and the spectral-colored hair fluttered up and down in the powerful waves of air.As if she was licking the blood that slipped from the corner of her mouth, the girl was laughing excitedly and madly at the face that God was also obsessed with.

The breath of death that just brushed past his ears was subconsciously ignored, and the number of dances on the tip of the knife was no longer like this once or twice.They are [Flügel], and they are the strongest weapons entrusted with the mission of killing gods.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how wise the enemy is, with the mighty power bestowed upon them by their master, they will turn into dust and disappear into the sky as always.

——【Sky Strike】!

A powerful skill capable of smashing continents, vaporizing oceans, and falling stars.

Even if it is as solid as the world, it will be shattered into a nightmare scene of tiny chunks under the light of this miracle.

The wings lost their shape as if spraying particles. Jibril joined together, and in the hands that were raised above her head, beams of light like guns swayed.

The blood-stained cheeks were slightly weak, but the wanton smile on the corner of the mouth looked so sick.

—and die under the blow!

Thinking of this in her heart, Jibril continued to increase the output of the few remaining elves in her body, and the light gun in her hand was magnified geometrically.

However, if there is no subtle tremor between the arms and wrists, the convincing force may be a little higher.

As the strongest god-killing weapon, they will not fall until they die, and they can still fight bloodthirstyly before they fall. As long as they are still in the middle of the battle, it is impossible for their bodies to appear like this Classes are prone to erroneous responses.

Jibril herself didn't know what she was hesitating and struggling with in her heart.

——It was because of the words of the Deity in front of me just now! ?

No, it's impossible, as members of the Flügel, how could they not know their mission?

Isn't it what they have been working so hard to kill, massacre, and solve all the enemies that will stand in front of them to please the [strongest] existence, and then enshrine the throne of the only god?

but--

Is it really?

If her lord 【Arset】 really wants to take the throne into his arms, he only needs to step down from the king's room and come to the battlefield alone. I am afraid that within a day, there will only be three races left in the world. it's -

The only [God], [Sky Wing], and the [Phantasy Species] under their home.

This is a fact, a fact no one can deny, no one can refute the strongest.

So--