I, the Heir of Heroes

That is the hypothesis that can answer Rafael's long-standing questions.

The strongest god who will never fall for thousands of years, Artosh-sama.

With just one hand, he can make everything in the world surrender to his own, supreme existence.

Rafael suddenly thought, what is the reason why he, Jibril and Azrael created the Flügel?

【Inferring the Lord's will is a shameful act, but—】

Rafael regards trying to understand the Lord's will as a form of faith—however, this is not calculation, but thinking.

[Because that would be too boring—is that the case. 】

Smiling in relief, he looked at Azrael who was secretly looking at him without any breath of fear, and Raphael showed a dazed expression as if he was suddenly remembering something.

"Ah~ I forgot to tell you, Jibril had already set off when you were meeting the Lord, Azrael!"

"Eh!!!"

"Jibril is one of the rare activists! After listening to some of the things I explained to her, I said [I want to witness it with my own eyes] or something, and I set off immediately!"

"Go...to find that God Seed!"

"Um~uh~"

Smiling and looking at Azrael with a dull face, which seemed to have turned into a white plaster color, Rafael nodded affirmatively.

"Ahh~ Jeep sauce!"

The wings spread completely in an instant, accompanied by the transfer technique.

"It's really the same character!"

The familiar aura dissipated in the distance in the next second, Raphael thought so as he looked up at the sky and the place where Azrael was standing just now.

Chapter 79 Special Individuals

In the world covered by death and flames, on this planet that is slowly dying, a beautiful scene that has never been seen before gradually appears.Thousands of years of continuous wars have brought about nothing but cruel devastation and destruction.

For nearly two years, this quiet peace allowed the elf elements flowing in the air to heal the surface of the planet that was riddled with holes.

Once again, the tall mountains and the continuous greenness, this is a clear and refreshing taste.

Although the scars once engraved on the ground gradually healed, the large pieces of [scabs] still showed the intensity of countless battles not long ago.

"Today's weather is really good!"

Looking up at the sky with patches of clouds happily, Jibril was taking a tour flight.

Once crazily obsessed with the Flügel's instincts and traditions, their lives are pitifully useless except for hunting and being killed.

But the scene in front of her surroundings gave Jibril a rare touch.

"I haven't been out for a long time. Although I haven't recovered to a perfect state under the restoration technique, I am happy to be able to get rid of that fool of the senior... Well, that's right!"

Whispering to herself, Jibril might be covering up something.

She was born as the final extra individual, but she has never experienced the war that the Flügel race has participated in since birth.Naturally, she would not understand the truth hidden under the silly expression of that naive leader.

She could see through the hypocrisy of that skinny acting, but unfortunately, when faced with that appearance, Jibril's mind could do nothing but be dull.

Desperate and terrifying, mechanical and pale.

Maybe that's how the Flügel should behave.

However, an individual named Azrael took this pathology to the extreme.

Of course, it is impossible for her, who is also a Flügel, not to care about her master.However, rather than offering her loyalty mindlessly—the trust in Artosh made her more able to come up with a reasonable answer.

【Rafael who was able to kill time here and chat with them, didn't he show the result from the very beginning! 】

——Injury is a fact, but it is only limited to that.

The strongest is the strongest, and she was able to imagine the scene of the battle through Raphael's narration.

A complete victory without any suspense, and a crush that lasted for thousands of years.

This must be the end of that battle.

However, even so--

"I still can't see any hope of victory... It's really in a state where I can't burn at all!"

Jibril pursed her lips and muttered with a dejected expression.

"Well~ why do you think so much, just adapt to the situation!"

That's right, the end point of her trip is the God Seed who gave her [Glory] defeat a few years ago.

Coordinating the doubts that have appeared in her mind countless times, she has reasons for having to meet him and find answers from him.

As for how to get a glimpse of the other party's traces from this vast and boundless world——

The wings on the back were completely stretched out, and the complex and huge elf corridor emerged shining with brilliance.

Jibril, who was floating in the air, put her hands on her chest, sensing the vague connection, she cast her gaze into the distance.

The exquisite and perfect technique shone, and her figure instantly disappeared in place.