I, the Heir of Heroes

"Failed, is that the case?"

Based on the subtle touch on her back and the red sky reflected in her field of vision, she simply understood the fact that she was lying on the ground, Jibril said to herself in a daze.

Not only did he lose the strength to move, but even the sensation of his hands and feet disappeared.

Maybe it's really missing hands and feet.

— still alive.

Regarding this fact, Jibril was filled with anger and lamentation, and at the same time felt extremely strong regret.

Because this means that the final blow of the self-collapse, the rewriting of the core technique has failed.At the same time, the decisive blow of the enemy still has the strength to speak.

"It's a blow comparable to the brilliance of the sun, Jibril, I can feel your will."

Yes, the other party's tone of satisfaction seemed to mean that the crusade had also failed.

In the weak sense of hearing, Jibril's dull eyes were a little moist when she heard a voice that seemed to be a god-like species coming from a distant place.

"At the very end, did you lose this gamble? Really, it left a regretful ending..."

——The Flügel is a magic woven by the strongest God of War, Artosh himself.

The [Central Core] of God's Domain woven by the Lord, I also thought that it could not be rewritten so easily.

Even so, it's impossible to try if you want to find an excuse.

So it can only be played on the spot, as the last gamble.

However, just as Jibril sighed like that.

"Why do you close your eyes, why do you feel sad...Put your chest out proudly, and look at it carefully, the enemy you regard as [absolute] is dead."

Puzzled by this sentence, Jibril tilted her head, and instinctively used the last strength in her body to look in the direction of the voice.

In front of the hazy field of vision, the head of the monster that fell to the ground could be seen—the pale, godless head was gradually disappearing into the void as particles of light.

However, there is a force that suspends this dissipation.

"Be proud, Yu Yi, you have successfully passed the test. This emotion that makes you feel supremely joyful is considered a gift this time."

As Galo said, Jibril was proud of herself.

The highest achievement instantly filled his heart, and just realizing this fact gave a tingling sense of happiness all over his body.

Feeling an irresistible drowsiness at the same time, Jibril slowly closed her eyelids.

She was assured quietly.

These eyes will probably never be opened again.

The rewriting of the formula is not complete.

However, the all-out efforts to successfully defeat the monsters, and the feeling that the elves fell off from the body, unable to maintain and gradually melted into the void, were declaring the fact that he would die soon.

In the closed field of vision, his consciousness gradually faded, but Jia Luo, who was still attached to the wreckage, continued to say:

"In a challenge I once challenged a strong guy, someone wanted to understand from me what the so-called [strong] really is."

"...That's true, is there still such a free person?"

Hearing Jibril's weak voice answer, Garo burst out laughing for some reason.

"A person who is neither destined nor rational is truly powerful, you said so."

"Woo~ It seems like I said it?"

Jibril's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Then let me ask you again, what is the meaning of being powerful without destiny and principles, that is, without meaning?"

"A powerful meaning that has no meaning...? God, you are still unwilling to change this style of speaking until the end. But, if I really want to give an answer——"

Jibril smiled feebly, and said as if blurting out:

"—It doesn't matter at all, so I'll just answer you like this."

"As long as you are in front of Master Artosh, everything in the world is equally weak."

Facing the sky covered in red dust, Jibril continued:

"I challenged [a stronger existence], lost many times, and finally won. It was a very happy and touching day. It was really a very pleasant battle. Even if I die, I will never forget this battle. Fight, but Lord God, you will probably remember this battle as a farce from the ages."

After hearing this sentence, Jia Luo felt a little helpless.

"Farce? Feather, this battle is not as unbearable as you imagined. If it's just to pass the time, I don't need to accompany you to confront here. In fact, if I have any malice towards you, the moment we first met , you can already say goodbye to the world.”

"Haven't you realized? With the acquiescence of your master Artoxiu and me, what exactly does your victory mean?"

Jia Luo rarely explained calmly like this.

"A measure of strength itself has no meaning at all. It is just a subjective description of all intelligent beings, but all creatures in this world have materialized this word. They use the definition of strong to Individual explanation, thus giving up questioning, giving up thinking, giving up challenges, led to the current class fixation, and even continued this boring war for thousands of years."

Therefore, the strongest Artosh is unlucky.

As the strongest, he couldn't find an answer that could be explained, so he fell into a life of sorrow and sorrow.

"Stubbornly pursuing the Star Cup? Entrusting the entire meaning of one's life to such useless things, how boring are these years!"