The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

On Avant Heim, the Flügel lived a peaceful and happy life.

In the years of long wars, the sky was covered with red ashes, and the earth was filled with blue spirit skeletons. The wars that almost killed the planet itself continued. In these years that can be called purgatory... Tianyi The species live in a paradise.

If you want to fight, go out and find a fight, everyone wants it, find a target to fight, there are no rules and restrictions.

After being injured, he returned to the city-state for treatment, and after finishing hunting, he went out to hunt again. When he encountered a strong man, he called other Flügel to form a group.

From time to time, there were some strange sounds.

"Ah, who stole my head of rarity level four!"

"It's too ugly to say stealing. That's not called borrowing, it's called robbery."

"Attention everyone, those who want to destroy the goblin fleet gather here."

Winged, beautiful women like angels are flying and laughing.

The seemingly coquettish attitude is ten times more terrifying than the bloody Rakshasa ghost.

They are smiling butchers, the 'weapons' themselves that are still enjoyed in this unreasonable era of war.

As the instigator of destroying the world like this, he didn't have the slightest bit of self-awareness, but continued to destroy everything he saw with pleasure.

As cruel as this may sound, cause and effect are reversed.

Because the war started and the war came, the god of war was able to appear, so the Flügel was created, and the Flügel continued to kill and war.

In other words, the Flügel and the God of War are such products... Whether it is reasonable or unreasonable, this is trivial for the Flügel and even for the God of War.

Today, in the floating city, it is still peaceful.

Between the thrones inside the city, there is a figure sitting on the supreme throne.

In this room, all the cheerful atmosphere was swept away, leaving only the heaviness and solemnity... Under the jade throne, the Flügel bowed and knelt in submission.

"Wings, the crusade has been hard."

The figure surrounded by light spoke, and the voice was hard to distinguish between male and female, and it carried eighteen wings.

As a deity species, there is no concept of gender, and even this posture is fabricated.

"Then, let's report the results, the first individual."

"Yes!"

Azrael lowered her head and reported the unexciting battle situation in detail.

The God of War's gaze has not changed at all, and is still majestic, but this majesty is full of slack and laziness.

"This is the end of the battle report." Azrael finished the report.

"That's enough, step back..." Artoxiu still didn't change his movements.

"My lord, please allow me to report another matter..." Azrael gritted her teeth, and said, "About the extra individual going out without permission, this time he left again before he fully recovered..."

"I already know about this." Artoxiu remained calm: "The extra individual is special, if she wants to do something, let her do it."

"But, but..." Azrael said in a low voice, "It's a bit overwhelming to challenge the dragon elves by riding alone."

"The first individual." God of War uttered, interrupting Azrael's narration.

"Yes." The first created Flügel lowered his head, not daring to speak any more.

"The weak challenge the strong is an eternal truth." Artosh raised his eyes and looked down at the mortal world: "Knowing such shallow truths, step back."

The Flügel didn't dare to question the Creator's decision, and retreated from the throne room in fear.

Azrael walked last, and before she opened the space passage and left, she seemed to hear a sigh.

Artosh got up slightly and left the throne.

"It's enviably stupid."

"When will I meet the next underdog."

God of War looked under the empty throne, thinking.

Perhaps compared to waiting, there are other options to relieve this long slack and boredom.

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At the same time, on the ground, two weaklings were walking forward in the black ash that filled the sky.

"It's just ahead..." Silver Wolf raised his hand and pointed to a basin in the mountains: "That's where the orcs live."

"Looking at the terrain, it's still quite secretive." Su Bai quickened his pace, his coat was gone, and there were not many that could cover the black and ash, so he could only cut off a piece of demon skin to use as a cloak, except for the smell Aside from being a bit heavy, it can resist the erosion of black ash, but it can't last long. After all, it is still a flesh tissue, and it will be corrupted sooner or later.

The two arrived at the main gate of the tribe after crossing a pine forest that blocked the view.

The door here is made of wood, and the two guards were watching the surroundings at the door. They were a little lazy at first, but when they heard the movement, they immediately looked at the location where the footsteps came from.

"Who... huh?" Even with the black ash, the orc's eyesight was enough to accurately capture the armor pattern on the figure, and his expression immediately changed: "The silver wolf mask, it's Chu Lai!"

"I, I'll inform the others." Another guard turned his head and entered the tribe.

Silver Wolf walked under the cover, shook the black ash on her body, and took off the silver mask. She let out a breath, smiled at the guard, and showed a relaxed expression: "Jiro, I'm back..."

"Well, well...we all thought you died outside." The guard nodded, and he touched his nose: "I heard that you lured away the demon species by yourself, and you were injured, everyone thought... But it's good to be alive, and the rest of the hunting party will be happy."