Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

Interfering in the past and changing history may cause the butterfly effect to cause the collapse of the current world. This is originally not allowed by the world, and it must have the power of correction.It is a pity that the three instigators are too powerful to interfere at all.

Recalling what the final dragon Hatilem said, the fierce fighting spirit surging in his chest made Artoxiu's golden eyes burn like two blazing fires, and said: "Can you interfere with the past dragon? I really look forward to it !"

After pondering for a while, Artoxiu finally gave up the idea of ​​looking for the four seasons, "Forget it, I'll be waiting for you on the throne, looking forward to your arrival."

Quiet was restored in the capital again, and the Flügel finally woke up from the changes in Artosh, the god of war.

The first individual, Azrael, yelled with sparkling eyes: "Master Artosh laughed meow?! And still laughed out loud meow!! It's unbelievable meow!"

The others nodded subconsciously. Ever since they killed the final dragon Hatilem, the master had been in a deep state of burnout. Except for Jibril who smiled, her face was always cold.

Azrael showed a ferocious smile full of fighting intent, without even the mouthful "meow", "Very good! It's rare that the master is so happy. As a celebration, a hundred Flügel were dispatched. It's time to let those fragile goblins You know, their so-called latest warships are nothing more than scrap metal! How dare you attack our companions, it is unforgivable!"

Although the number of [-] Flügel was small, the last time they were dispatched, they easily broke through the elite defense line of [-] elves, killing them bloody, including a controlled phantom species.

This is the power and terror of the god-killing vanguard Flügel.

The ferocious smile, the rough smile that was supposed to destroy the beauty of women, was unexpectedly suitable for the Flügel.It was a kind of distorted beauty, and there was nothing more suitable for this kind of bloodthirsty and warlike smile than the Flügel who were the vanguard of the godslayer.

Someone next to me suddenly started counting: "1, 2, 3..."

Unsurprisingly, Azrael's original stern expression changed to that of a slut, drooling, and a suspicious blush appeared on her face: "Jibril will turn into a young girl after using "Sky Strike", right? Ahhh Ah, just thinking about that cute look is unbearable."

"I knew that at the beginning, the individual was just a fool who was less handsome than three seconds, or a little Jikong."

Siji didn't bother to care about the disaster he had done before, which caused a devastating blow to the goblins. Anyway, he wasn't the first to find trouble.

Beside him, Jibril looked at the weak figures in the distance, and asked with a puzzled look: "You came all the way to this place just to see these monkeys... Well, humans are looking for food?"

Jibril subconsciously uttered a disparaging term for humans, but she wisely changed her words after halfway through.

After spending the night in the study of the Four Seasons, Jibril is naturally hungry for knowledge of other worlds. It is precisely because of this that she discovered many things, and even her three views were impacted. One thing is certain , Four Seasons definitely has a certain degree of affection for the human race.

'If human civilization can really reach the level in the book, how about recognizing you as the sixteenth race with intellectual wisdom? '

The five adult men who wrapped themselves tightly in animal leather and goggles naturally didn't know that what they were doing was being watched by two terrifying guys. They were concentrating on searching for this abandoned battlefield. Food - Hundreds of people in the tribe are expecting them to bring food back!

It is a pity that in this ruins, no matter whether it is the covered food or the surviving animals, all of them disappeared.

The moment they noticed this abnormality, the human beings in the lead gave the order to retreat decisively.No matter what kind of situation it is, in terms of human strength, it is impossible to participate in it, and even a little bad luck will bring disaster to Chi Yu.

"Do you want to move the tribe again? God, no matter who you are, please bless us!"

It's a pity that the god of mischief responded to him, and there was a strange howl outside the ruins.

Chapter 10 He is like a god

"Huh? This voice...is it a demon species?"

Jibril showed a slightly disgusted expression.

The demon species are monsters created by the mutant individual "devil king" of the fantasy species. Basically, they are monsters with low intelligence, and it can be said that they are beasts with half-wittedness.If it weren't for the fact that the high-ranking monsters are still intelligent, this race would have been thrown out of the fifteen races long ago.

Even so, the current Jibril doesn't really care about them, and even ignores them subconsciously.Even if the elves in her body were sealed by the four seasons, and there was no strength in her body, and relying on her body that was so strong that it was close to the physical limit, Jibril still didn't take these salty fish seriously.

To Jibril, ordinary demon species can only be regarded as weed-like existences, but to humans, demon species possess terrifying power, no matter what type of demon species they are, once encountered, go out The search team could be doomed.

The search team naturally understands this simple truth, so the person in charge before him gave the order very decisively: "All team members, retreat separately! Good luck to everyone!"

All the humans immediately dropped the work at hand, and left around the observed escape route like a rabbit.

Reserve the retreat route in advance, not be too curious, clean up the smell before returning to the tribe, etc. In this dangerous world, these survival skills are all exchanged by human beings with life and blood.

There was a sound of wreckage falling to the ground, and a ferocious bear-shaped monster, like a tank, rampaged through the ruins, roaring and chasing one of the humans.

Four Seasons raised his brows: "A giant monster among the demon species?"

Although this kind of monster is only the lowest level among the demon species, it still has a huge body three times the size of a human being and powerful strength. Human beings will turn into pieces of meat as long as they are touched by them.

Seeing the choices made by humans, Jibril asked the four seasons in puzzlement: "Why don't you resist? If so many people work together, as long as they flexibly use their size and flexibility, relying on this complicated terrain, they want to kill just one There are not many spiritually intelligent demon species, so it’s okay, right?”

The Flügel is a bloodthirsty and warlike race, and Jibril is no exception. She was born as a special individual, and her desire to fight even exceeds that of her sisters. Naturally, it is impossible for humans to choose before they see the enemy. .

Hearing the disappointment in Jibril's tone, Shiji spread his hands and asked back: "So what if you have paid a lot of casualties and killed it? The movement of the battle will attract the surrounding monsters, and the death of subordinates may attract high-ranking monsters." attention, and even exposed their own tribe, so it is not that human beings cannot resist, but it is useless to resist."

Unlike humans in other worlds who can become powerful through magic, martial arts, technology, etc., humans in the current world have neither the talent for using magic nor the keen perception and physical performance of the orcs. Lost in the war.

Perhaps the biggest mistake is being in the same world with so many monsters?

"Wouldn't it be nice to die hunting or fighting?"

"..." Four Seasons shrugged and didn't bother to answer. This is probably the racial generation gap. People can't understand each other, let alone humans and Flügel who are very different.

"Ow!!"

In order to protect his teammates, the former leader-like middle-aged man was unable to escape and was blocked by monsters. The man who was forced to a dead end pulled out an old dagger from his waist, "Even if I die, I, Piccolo, will die." Leave some memory on you!"

Jibril blew a whistle. Obviously, she admired the ruthlessness of this human named Piccolo.

After taking a deep breath, Piccolo relied on his flexible movements to avoid the huge fist of the troll, circled around its back, and climbed onto the troll's body in an instant. His goal was the troll's eyes.

It's a pity that Piccolo underestimated the troll's reaction speed. Hearing the sharp wind coming from his ears, he cut the troll's back neck quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, bringing up a pool of stinky blood. .Then, he was hit.

Even in the second before being hit, Piccolo's rich fighting experience made him subconsciously protect his vitals, but it was useless. He seemed to be hit by a speeding heavy truck, and he flew upside down up.

"Ho... woo..."

Piccolo, who fell heavily to the ground, was lying in a pool of blood. The power of the troll turned him into a mass of rotten flesh, and he couldn't even speak.