I, the Heir of Heroes

Chapter 81 The Joy of Battle

The sky suddenly reverberated with thunder, and the mysterious sea revealed its original vastness and began to boil.

The rumbling sound of destruction dissipated, and the wings of white light that shone extremely brightly in the sun slowly flapped——Jibril was lying in the air, looking up at the sea without moving.

His eyes opened slightly, and the cross rhombus in his pupils shook.

In front of the line of sight, at the focus of the line of sight, countless twigs are pulled up from the bottom of the sea like meteors pulling out afterimages, and hit with a sharp whistling sound.

——The carefully observing eyes saw it.

The originally extremely active elf elements around it seemed to lose their vitality the moment they touched the Qiuzhi, and stopped in place.

——can no longer be approached by it!

Numerous patterns emerged from the woven wings on the angel's back, and the geometric halo floating above his head began to spin rapidly.

The space was forced to open the passage, and Jibril's figure flickered among the countless [secret doors].

Numerous twigs that could smash the mountain range crossed and rushed, and the shadow that seemed to be gradually woven into a curtain was about to cover the sky.

The space for dodging was squeezed, and Jibril, who was performing the phase spell in front of Trasil, was bound in her cocoon, like a prey trapped in a spider's web, firmly restricted by the airtight trap.

The huge sphere made of twigs was suspended in the air, and Trasil, who secretly guided the little wing with his own power, finally wrapped it firmly in it.

However, the wings of killing gods have the power to live up to their name after all.

Since direct elf fluctuations can't affect this special phantasy species, then simply give up fancy spells and use the most concise and pure power.

"Don't underestimate me!"

The heartbeat naturally began to speed up, and the whole body was filled with a kind of excitement like a scorching blood wave that could not be suppressed.

This is a wonderful emotion that Jibril could not obtain through simple hunting for thousands of years.

In this dark and dead sphere, the corridors in the body are restricted by the ubiquitous power with sealing properties.

Then Jibril closed her eyes, crossed her fingers, held her palm empty, and placed it on her chest——

However, in this place where even the space is frozen, there is the faint sound of flesh and blood cracking.

This sound is accompanied by a huge and concentrated light and heat.

Like a long sword piercing a shield, a beam of white light that is brighter than the sun passes through the shell of the sphere.Rough cracks spread rapidly one after another, burning all the ripples and spreading around.

The extreme force rolled up a boiling heat wave, and the steaming water vapor, which was as high as a hundred feet, swept towards the shore unstoppably.

All the intelligent beings have escaped for a long time, and the plants that stayed to witness all this have become victims that no one cares about.

A piece of land near the coastline in the distance was forcibly cut off, and a little distance away, the soil was dry and cracked, scorched and brown.

The instigator who caused all this was panting exaggeratedly, his chest heaved, and he flapped his wings to float.

The load-level activation of the Elf Corridor even showed crystal lines on its lovely and delicate cheeks.

However, the bloody smile on the corner of his mouth destroyed the only beauty.

Extreme light and flame are the nemesis of plants, this power more or less caught Trasil by surprise.

It has already realized the specialness of the Flügel in front of it, which is completely different from what it encountered in the previous battles—spirituality?

Please forgive its lack of wording, it has exceeded its expectations to be able to break through its strangle and stand in place with its own strength.

What's more, the impulsive counterattack has violated the will of its master, and if it launches an attack without knowing what is good or bad, then where will it put the master god?

The curtain fell, and Trasil, who had restrained all his breath, recovered the limbs scattered in the explosion just now with a humble will.Silent and even returning to calm, it silently ignored the arrogant Flügel above its head, and then waited for the ruling of its main god.

The turbulent sea was forcibly suppressed, and a figure on the repopulated island slowly blown away the fog and came out.

Jibril trembled in front of the deities who had long been used to—but never got tired of seeing them.

That is the emotion called excitement.

"Your An, Lord God, the wings of killing the gods - Jibril salutes you."

"I hope you can seriously remember my name this time."

The brilliance subsided, and Jibril, who slowly fell from the sky to the ground, said with a smile on her forehead.

"Are you excited? It always feels like you've been thinking about something bad."

"Well~ but it's not important. Don't worry, I remember your name. But if your movements can be a little quieter, I can remember it more clearly..."

The naked upper body was covered with black and red lines, and after touching the messy hair, Jia Luo looked around and sighed at the broken and clean buildings except for the solid ground.

"Strive for hegemony with strength, appeal with blood, the most essential rules of this world have really been thoroughly figured out by your race. Without power, there is no right to speak, and straightforward recklessness is a manifestation of ignorance."

"Know how to advance and retreat, understand thinking, and know the truth—Yingyi, you are different from your fellow race."

"Ah~ It's a great joy to be praised by you..."

Facing the approval from the Deity before her, Jibril showed a proud and joyful expression.

"So——can you answer one of my questions as a reward?"

Wings retracted, Jibril raised her lips with a light smile and declared:

"It's really pushing the envelope--"