Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

The studious Zhu Bi has been observing silently, and asked curiously: "[Question] Is this the sad feeling when parting?"

"Sorrow is a kind of human emotion. Zhu Bi, I look forward to the next time we meet, you have already found your 'heart'."

"[Hesitation] Will this machine say 'thank you' at this time?"

Siji laughed, waved, and walked towards the door.

Seeing the back of Siji walking out of the room, Coronne plucked up the courage to ask loudly: "Master Siji, how long will the war last?!"

Siji's footsteps paused, and he replied affirmatively: "Don't worry, it won't be too far away."

Walking to the door, Shiji seemed to think of something, looked back at the three people in the same conference room, and showed a wicked smile: "Riku, ShuVi, Corone, I look forward to meeting you next time Oh scene!"

Until Shiki's back disappeared in the corridor, Riku still had a look of deep thought on his face.

Coronne asked, "What's the matter, Riku? Without Shiji-sama, you have no confidence?"

Riku did not refute such a superficial provocative method, but replied thoughtfully: "His last look... made me a little uneasy."

Back in her room, Siji found out that Jibril was really "concocting" Azrael. I don't know what potion she put in. The poor green-haired loli was tossing in the cauldron, with two white wings They were all drooping, like a drowned chicken.

Emotional Jibril's so-called "making a pot of delicious chicken soup" is such a thing...

Chapter 32 "Why do you defile people's innocence?"

"It's too much, meow!" Azrael, the leader of the Flügel who has been raging in the Great War for more than [-] years and can be said to have walked through mountains of corpses and blood, is now accusing Jibril of her snot and tears. Atrocities, "Throw me into the pot and boil it, just treat it as a bath, meow, there are so many strange seasonings..."

"Anyway, no matter what you do, Senior Azrael is a dark dish." Jibril looked sadly at the annoying creature that was clinging to her, unable to shake it off, "Also, can you Don't touch me casually, can you? Senior is so annoying!"

Although Jibril had a smile on her face, she looked at Azrael like she was looking at a piece of garbage.

Azrael swayed, and obviously received a mental blow from Jibril, and shouted: "Meow? Why meow! Can that man touch casually?!"

Seeing the flames of war burning on him, Siji, who was watching a play, retorted: "Hey, I've never touched it, why do you defile people's innocence?"

Jibril spread her hands and said with contempt: "Comparing an idiot with Master Siji is really insulting."

Azrael was hit hard again, and her whole body was shaky: "Xiao Ji, you are too much, I am your big sister at least."

"Although this is true in terms of seniority, senior Azrael is neither charming nor stupid. It is really difficult for me to respect you."

"Pfft!"

Azrael, who received a knowing blow, finally fell to the ground.

There was no unknown object under the tube, Jibril suppressed her laughter, and asked seriously: "Master Shiji, are you planning to return to the city-state of Avant Heim?"

Avant Heim is the capital of the Flügel and the location of the God of War. The purpose of going there for the four seasons is self-evident.

Azrael, who was struggling to get up, couldn't help but tremble when she heard the news. In the previous glimpse, the heavy pressure of the four seasons, like the abyss and the sea, really made her feel irresistible, but her own Master Artoxiu is the god of gods, the king of kings, and the supreme existence. No one can challenge his status!

Ravaging everything in the world with overwhelming force is the reason why the master, Artosh, is "the strongest".No one can resist the divine power of the master, not the strongest dragon in the past, the final dragon, not the gods who hide behind the race and lose their courage, and neither can the people in front of them!

Azrael believed in this concept devoutly, but another voice in her heart told her that Four Seasons might be able to fight her master.

This conflict between unconditional faith and reason made Azrael feel restless.The Flügel is a tool to win for the master, a kindling to spread the flames of war, and his mission is to command all the Flügel to do their best for the master.However, now that I have sealed my strength, I can't even beat that group of humans, so I'm probably only cute.

'It's just——Xiao Ji, why are you doing this? '

Four Seasons shrugged and said: "It was originally planned...but the plan didn't change quickly."

Jibril naturally didn't know what was going on in the mind of Azrael, who was regarded as a fool, she was asking doubtfully, "Master Four Seasons, what do you mean?"

Due to the aftereffects of the Sky Strike, Jibril, whose strength had shrunk, did not notice the point of light that was rapidly approaching on the horizon.

Siji didn't let it go, pouted and said: "Here, our transportation is here."

Jibril followed the direction indicated by the four seasons and looked into the distance. Soon, the powerful eyesight of the Flügel found the target. A huge shining object flew under the clouds at high speed, and its silvery white scales shone in the sunlight. In a flash, it was as flawless as the morning sun, it was - the dragon spirit!

Jibril immediately became excited and licked her lips: "A silver-white dragon spirit? It's really a rare big guy, it should be a member of Conglong."

There are three dragon kings in the dragon spirit species, but since the god of war Artoxiu defeated the final dragon Hatilem, the only dragon spirit species participating in the battle are Yanlong and its subordinates, but Yanlong's subordinates are all black. In the crusade by the Kai species, the final dragon has no subordinates. It can be said that the dragon spirits encountered today are basically the dependents of the clever dragon.

The speed of the dragon spirit is extremely fast, like a meteor across the red sky, spread its wings, and quickly land in front of the three seasons - in fact, the dragon spirit moves by space repulsion, and the movement of spreading its wings is more like subconscious .

The dragon in front of him was as huge as a hill, and he unconsciously exuded a sacred majesty. He lowered his elegant dragon head, "Hello, respected strongman, I bring greetings from Mr. Conglong, and I invite you to go to the Dragon Clan holy place."

Four Seasons nodded, "I see, let's lead the way."

Jibril and Azrael were reflected in the golden vertical eyes of the dragon spirit, "Please wait, these two Flügel are not within the scope of invitation."

Jibril was keenly aware of the hidden malice of the dragon in front of her, so she couldn't help asking curiously, "Do we know each other?"

The coercion exuded by the dragon spirit became stronger: "The wings of the hollow god, do you still remember the white dragon that you killed?"

"Ha, I can't even forget this familiar tone." The cross star in Jibril's eyes sparkled excitedly, "I still remember his name is Lihangelti, which means unreachable He is also Cong Long's subordinate. I see, you know Lihangelti? Why, are you going to avenge him?"

Looking at the dragon spirit in front of her, Jibril felt eager to try, and a turbulent fighting spirit was brewing in her chest.Even though she was in a period of powerlessness after the Sky Strike, Jibril still couldn't help but want to fight the dragon in front of her to verify her progress over the years.

The dragon in front of him exhaled two streams of white air: "That's right! Lihangerti is my Asrielte's best friend!"

"Asriel? The dawn of dawn?" Jibril showed a provocative smile: "Anyway, it's sunlight, why don't you just call it 'sunlight'? Well, look at your shiny silver body." It's not bad to call it 'Silver Light'."

Dragons have never been a good-tempered race. Faced with Jibril's provocation, the huge silver dragon was unsurprisingly enraged, "Disrespectful Wings, disappear!"

The remnant power from the creation of the world began to work. The most primitive language of the planet, the dragon spirit, exerted terrible destructive power. Everything around Jibril, the ground under her feet, the invisible air, and the intangible space instantly turned into rubble and dissipated. up.

For other Flügel, there is no other way to resist dragon language magic except to rely on force stronger than coercion, but Jibril was an accident, and she was defeated by the white dragon Lihan Galti five times in the past. Her subordinates are very familiar with the power of dragon spirits.