I, the Heir of Heroes

This is an achievement recorded in historical documents.

Although it is not clear why Jibril has never heard Raphael proudly mention such a glorious achievement, but this does not prevent her from casting longing and respectful eyes on such a sister.

"Actually—even now, I feel very strange!"

Stopping the raging memories, Jibril ignored Azrael who weakly returned to her side, and then responded with such a chaotic answer.

"I want to get something from him, get something - that's what my soul and intuition told me at the time!"

"It's better to kill than to think about it~ so I just rushed up!"

With a bright smile, Jibril said so.

Chapter 77 Awakened Wings

Adhering to the veritable creed of the Flügel species, this kind of statement can only make Rafael raise his eyebrows slightly, showing the expression of "I don't know how to preach to you".

Indeed, the upper race has the power to run amok.But this power can only be highlighted by making a reasonable comparison with other creatures.

The Flügel is the apostle of the strongest god Artosh. Given this well-known fact, those existences, even those of extraordinary stature, would not touch their whiskers with their own hands.

However, this time it can be regarded as an accident, right?

Being able to confront the main god, and even further damage the powerful body of the main god, perhaps the gods of this level really have the confidence to confront them head-on and defeat them.

"Hey~ Jeep-chan will also be dominated by instinct! My sister thought that a child as good as Jeep-chan would be able to enjoy it calmly no matter in that kind of war!"

Properly speaking, Azrael strongly wanted to show her sense of existence, but retreated under the serious eyes of the other two wings.

"So, senior, are you always focusing on such meaningless details?"

"Instinct doesn't matter anymore, it's not this that puzzles me!"

Jibril sighed, facing the senior who lacked the majesty of the leader and was trying to attract her attention by showing off his cuteness, she could only flap her wings a few times and move towards the distance.

It seems that he wants to stay away from this shameful thing, so as not to lower his IQ.

"It is impossible to defeat the gods with a single piece of wings, but if we can gather all the power of our Flügel, we can pull them down from the throne. What's more, it is only an incomplete existence manifested by an elf. If you want to compare, then his energy quality and strength may be between the dragon spirit species and the phantom species... However, facing this kind of existence that can be defeated with the number of [-] to [-] individuals, I did not expect to be powerless What's going on at that point..."

No way to start - even that is not enough to describe.

He is worthy of the name and really can't do anything.

Even the [Attack] launched by the descended Deity species is unclear.

Even if the little bird challenged the eagle, he should have made a more decent resistance than himself——

As if feeling that the fact that she almost died was not important at all, Jibril fell into deep thought, her face still full of puzzlement.

It's just—— Facing her figure who muttered [I still don't understand] to himself, Rafael also lowered his shoulders.

"Sure enough, there must be something in it that we haven't understood yet. Jibril thinks that must be attacked no matter what. What do you think, senior!"

However, the next moment, Jibril was embraced by Azrael who rushed over suddenly, and the powerful impact caused the two wings to slide a long distance on the ground.

"What's the matter! You almost died, so why can't you listen to what others say!"

"If Senior Azrael said NO, it means that YES is the correct answer, which means that the Deity species should be subdued. Thank you, Senior Raphael, I will go back soon—"

Those were real tears!

Being tightly held in the opponent's arms, Jibril slapped Azrael's cheek with a mournful expression.

The exposed blue veins and deformed face are enough to show how much strength the arm holding the opponent's head has used.

"Jibril!"

One sentence made Jibril, who was about to start the space transfer immediately, stiffen, Raphael continued.

"Answer me seriously, are you saved entirely by [accident]?"

Rafael continued to say with sharp eyes:

"It took two years for the restoration technique to completely solve your injury. You should thank this stalker, if she hadn't been focusing part of her attention on you on the battlefield, she would have discovered it a little later You may not be saved..."

"Yeah! Don't say these things casually! Doesn't it sound like an overprotective idiot sister!?"

"Azrael, is your mind still normal? Do you think you are something other than an overprotective idiot sister?"

The cheeks were pushed and shouted excessively, and even Azrael's cute retort, which expressed dissatisfaction, changed her voice.

At the same time, Jibril, who was about to perform the spatial phase technique, also stopped.

Do you want me to thank [this] struggling in front of me——

Just when Jibril was puzzled by this extremely difficult and unreasonable problem, Rafael continued:

"—Then let me add a few more points!"

"In order to save you, the Flügel close to Thirty Wings used the Elven Corridor for overload. They have not regained consciousness and are still sleeping in the treatment room..."

"—I'll ask you again, what kind of thinking do you have to challenge that kind of existence!"

If she answered incorrectly, she would be despised by her respected seniors—Jibril knew this very well.

--but

--really