I, the Heir of Heroes

Suddenly, there seemed to be some kind of relieved voice sounding in Jia Luo's ear.

"Unfortunately, that is my strongest attack method at present."

"..."

"You seem to have some kind of misunderstanding about the gods. I am not a gods who are good at fighting. Being able to do this is the accumulation of all my previous years."

"..."

"Let the water go!? I won't do such a boring thing. You should feel lucky that I'm a little better than that god-killing race."

"..."

"Yes, you are right, just treat me as a good-for-nothing god! So, you can solve the next action and return journey by yourself!"

Smiling peacefully in his heart, ignoring the sarcasm in his ear, Jia Luo withdrew all his strength.

In an instant, the space illuminated by the scarlet light opened those chaotic eyes again.

"It's time to start!"

At this point, halfway through the war, an unusually intrusive plenipotentiary entered the game.

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It's really late to come back today, let's talk about typos or something tomorrow, I'm tired, so I slipped away first.

There are no pigeons*^____^*

Chapter 29 The God Species Exposed to Everyone's Eyes

I killed a lot of enemies today.

So I feel happy and feel great.

- Great War.

The gods took the only throne as a bet, and led their families to launch an eternal battle for contention.

All creatures in the world are killing and being killed, and there is an infinite cycle between hating and being hated.

The red ashes covered the sky and the green corpses scattered all over the earth. This was a war that could destroy the planet.

The era of killing each other continues tirelessly and seemingly without end.

There is no blood flowing on the earth, no screams resounding in the sky, only despair, lamentation and resentment fill the world.

The world is like a corpse that is still lingering after death, and no talented poet can sing this history.

In this blood-stained era, in this world that is no different from regions, there is a race living in an extremely pure and happy life.They live easily, comfortably, and more freely than anyone else.

"Listen to me, listen to me! Salazir stole my [Treasure Level 3] head!"

"How can you say it is so ugly, it should be said to be a grab! Hahaha!"

"What? Staying at home is so boring! I really envy Senior Azrael who can lead the sisters out to play! I heard about it! The goblins have created the strongest warship they claim to be, and they want to wipe out the elves Woolen cloth!"

Needless to say, this race is the Flügel.

This is their paradise—the capital built on the back of Avant Heim, a phantom species floating in the air.

The smiles and scoldings of the cute girls filled the room.

Surrounded by greenery, petals flutter in the wind, and beautiful angels soar gracefully in the air with cheering birds.

They are extremely happy, happily singing every day.

They were in high spirits, killing with all their strength in the world full of killings, and enjoying this bloody era to their heart's content.

The heavens, the earth, and the planets are all dying, and they are the only ones who are still enjoying life under these circumstances.

It is they who have ravaged the world in such a way that even the demons of hell can't bear to see it.

They enjoyed and looked forward to it, and today, they also had a lively discussion.

Creatures living on the earth would probably find this kind of life illogical.They live in fear every day, succumbing to despair, cursing their impotence in a dead world.But those bastards in the sky are enjoying life happily every day, in their eyes, it is really unreasonable!

But there are such a group of guys in the world.

Some people live happily, and some people will naturally fall into misfortune.

Yes, so-called happiness is mostly based on the misfortune of others.

The Flügel is driving the whole world into the abyss of misfortune, making the world fall straight to the end of hell.

How unreasonable it is to monopolize the happiness of the whole world.

In the chaos of war, the delusion that either you die or I live hangs over the world.This delusion is the very essence of the Flügel and their creator.

In fact, there is no inconsistency in logic, they are the crystallization of all sentient beings' desire for war.

They spread war on the world and are the embodiment of death.

They are victorious in every battle, and even have a glorious record of killing the gods.

However, just today, the paradise that is always full of laughter and laughter reverberates with panic-filled noise.

It seems that the seniors who went out to fight have returned, but there is no atmosphere of excitement and envy at the fixed teleportation location as usual.