I, the Heir of Heroes

This is a philosophical and profound question for Jia Luo, and the answer to how to define this question will not be solved in a short while.

At least, he can now be sure that he has the capital to live and thrive in this world.

The fact that the Flügel is very strong, being sung by the world as a god-killing race is enough to show their hegemony and strength.

However, after all, it is just a special individual.

The only ones who can run amok in this disaster world alone are the gods.

and so--

Seeing the wings coming from nowhere in the distance, like the elven beams of starlight shining above the doomsday sky, the corner of Jia Luo's mouth raised a slight arc, and then raised the spear in his hand.

The sudden burst of brilliance, that sacred and gorgeous appearance, is probably a miracle that can only be forged by thundering thunder.

The god-killing spear bought at the price of the golden armor, at this moment in this world once again showed his true face in another state of Lushan.

The flames twisted like countless snakes, and the huge scarlet red that was almost as deep as the abyss spread behind Jia Luo.

The earth melted, the forests died, the ocean evaporated, the sky collapsed...

Under this blow, there is no so-called mercy, and all things are equal in the face of death.

The darkness wrapped around her whole body seemed so weak under such fluctuations. From the erratic shape and the shattered ripples on the surface, she could vaguely see Xin Ke in the center, gradually revealing a painful appearance.

The last strength was all wrapped around his right hand, and "Xin Ke", whose whole body was dyed crimson, finally firmly grasped the sharp gun!

"Show me your valor! Wings! Suns—resign to death!"

"Everyone is ready!"

The ones who suddenly appeared on the battlefield were as many as [-] Wings. They fought separately when they sensed the abnormal fluctuations here, so they immediately used their spells to rush here collectively.

Positioned as an extra individual, it moved to Jibril.

However, what greeted them was the Death God's Scythe that had already cut the skin of the throat.

Feeling the huge power released from a distance, the tense girls didn't even have a chance to think.

Even though they were in a position that seemed to guarantee safety, the instinctive fear made them subconsciously freeze in the air.

However, when a girl floating in the forefront saw Jibril who became extremely weak and slowly fell from the sky behind her, her blood-stained pupils shrank suddenly with a ferocious smile.

The order just now was given decisively by her.

With resolute and sudden outbursts of hatred, anger, and killing intent, she made perhaps the wisest decision in her life during this war.

The millennium-long cooperation has brought about unparalleled trust, and the wings that have spread together will be connected to the girl at the front in the elven corridor that materializes.

All the elves that were drained were gathered in the girl's hands, and the beam of light gun gathered in Jibril's hand just now would appear extremely small in front of it.

"Heaven—hit!!!"

What a despicable fate, just now they were hunting monsters, but at this moment they turned into the weak side with blood as their uniform.

— will die!

This was Azrael's inner thoughts.

The moment the thrown spear of light collided with the sun that appeared on the ground, she understood her own weakness for the first time.

It's like using a "needle" made of wood to hit the hard mudstone ground with a self-righteous mentality.

Besides getting the result of self-destruction, is there any other choice?

That gigantic energy, almost reminiscent of the sea, is also highly concentrated like a diamond, advancing forward without the slightest mercy.

Two huge energies collided, and the space rolled up a storm like crazy.Galo's special move pierces the clear white laser like a sharp sword.

In less than a second, the huge pillar of light has been completely melted away by the mighty power of a higher level.

In just a short moment, it is certain that the group of more than thirty Tianyi who suddenly broke into the battlefield will disappear completely.

The forward momentum only stopped for a short moment, and the flames covering the sky and the sun covered the end of the field of vision in the next moment.

Of course, as long as it is a scene that can be captured with the eyes, there are no colors other than red and burnt black.

All that vanished.

If you look from outside this unknown how vast planet, then you can undoubtedly find that unusually obvious deep black void at Jia Luo's position.

"Sure enough, is it because of the different rules?"

The enemy has escaped. As an excellent fighter, as a leader who is responsible to his companions, when he senses that the situation is wrong, he wisely changes his combat objectives.

Using the strongest blow released by all the elves as fuel as a shield, and using this to create a short blink of an eye, the phase shift was decisively activated, bringing the companions and Jibril who came to flicker out of perception.

He didn't pay attention to the defeated general who escaped from his hands, Jia Luo didn't seem to be surprised at their miraculous survival.

Now, what deserves his attention is the sharp gun in his hand.

The tip of the gun, which occupies half of the gun body, has overwhelmed and broken lines, and the tiny fragments that cracked from the surface turned into a little bit of golden starlight lingering on the handle of the gun.

"It seems that the rules of this world still need to be changed."

Accepting the facts calmly, the pitch-black substance that could still barely make out a human figure murmured.

"..."