I, the Heir of Heroes

It is an undeniable fact that they will lose to Artosh, the god of war, and among the Flügel who have turned this idea into a creed, Jibril is the one who is out of place.

But today, she was finally able to completely believe that her thoughts were absolutely correct!

And the rest is the verification later.

With such thoughts in mind, Jibril raised the weapon in her hand and charged towards the Deities not far away.

There is no retreat in the soul of the Flügel, if you are at a loss, just find yourself in the battle.

However, the way of fighting is not as exciting as imagined.

"Eh!"

The head was seized by something pale.

What seemed to be vaguely glimpsed out of the corner of his eye were long claws.

Dead silence, no breath, just like a puppet that has lost its life and soul.

The body rushed straight to Jia Luo who was sitting upright, and the scythe swung downward suddenly included the forehead of the god species within the attack range.

Immediately, nothing could be done.

The shadow shrouded Jibril's small body, and the huge irresistible force spread along with the loud sonic boom.

With a bewildered sound, Jibril was carried to the far sky by the head of the special creature that came suddenly.

In the vacuum created by the burst of power, the whirlwind of the vortex fills the unbalanced space.

Jia Luo raised his hand and waved it in front of his nose, blowing away the gradually fading dust.

Not far from the throne, there is a huge void that appeared under the force. It was some local characteristic "toys" that he had created with his own blood.

Of course, its personality and power level may be able to surpass the weak dragon spirits.

"If I just died outrageously after being praised like this, wouldn't the time I spent be wasted!"

The last little black spot completely disappeared, and after he could hardly feel Jibril's aura, Jia Luo sighed helplessly.

"So, let's meet again another day. After we really understand each other, no matter how many times you challenge, as long as you still uphold this will, I will never be disappointed."

The thick fog on the sea gradually emerged again, and the original blazing sun also began to hide its own brilliance.

"Even so, I don't think that wing can survive under your creation, Lord God."

Trasil, who was silent, made a sound, and the thick tone echoed on this man-made island.

"Want to bet?"

"..."

The surrounding breath paused.

"If it is your will, the Lord God, I am willing to obey."

"So it's just compliance, not a change of opinion!"

Jia Luo smiled, and then raised his arms again.

"Well, it's good, it has a will of its own, very good. If you get those habits of other races in this world, I will have a headache."

"Just stick to your own views and beliefs, and then keep going, one day you will get what you want."

"I just want to see your victory, Lord God."

"Victory? Well, that's it!"

Without denying it, Jia Luo replied casually.

"Don't discuss these meaningless things. There is no doubt that the wing can survive, whether it is by virtue of its own strength or the strength of the race, it will not take long, and she will continue to come to me."

"Besides, the false strongest has already asked me a question. It seems that the challenge on the spur of the moment is not meaningless."

"Since they have all started to take their own steps, we can't stop there."

Jia Luo's eyes looking towards the sky seem to see countless futures.

"How is the development of the technique going?"

Trassil knew what his main god cared about.

"Everything is going well. According to the current progress, it is close to the end. As expected, you will be able to hunt and kill the Sen God in at most one year, and start the prelude to the war."

"So—very good, then I will quietly wait for your good news."

"Don't let me down!"

"understand!"

The sky was gradually swallowed by darkness, and the sun that lost its brilliance was like Jia Luo's closed eyes.

The island shrouded in dense fog fell into silence again.

Chapter 83 How the Weak Sharpen Their Minions

Is this the first time you have opened your eyes tiredly?

Thus, the decisive difference exists despite the following myth.