The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"...What Master Artosh's abyssal wisdom is thinking, I can't guess." Jibril changed her sitting position and loosened the hair on her fingertips: "But to me, it's more interesting that the war never ends... ...The Flügel are weapons, and the value of weapons created is to kill, there is no need for any reason, we just fight for the sake of war, to present the throne of the only God to the Creator."

She floated slowly: "Knowing that the war will not end, are you disappointed?"

"Not really." Su Bai said indifferently: "War has nothing to do with me, it's up to you."

"The essence of war is plunder and massacre, which is related to every race, and you can't be alone." Jibril said jokingly.

"Then do you want my head?" Su Bai asked directly.

"Yeah." Jibril licked her lips, "This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful head. Although the rarity is not high, it is natural and still has enough value."

"But it's not an honor, it's just out of interest, right?" Su Bai asked again.

"Isn't it my turn to ask questions now?" Jibril raised her cheeks, floated close to Su Bai, and stared into his eyes: "You are so calm, are you not afraid of death? Or have you given up resistance?"

Su Bai smiled flatly, he suddenly raised his right hand, and held Jibril's wrist.

Jibril was slightly taken aback, this action didn't seem to be resistance, she had no resistance to physical contact, and she didn't even launch defensive protection, perhaps because she was too surprised, or because her strength was too weak to hurt her at all.

Jibril opened her eyes wide because of the other party's boldness.

Su Bai looked at the surprised expression of the Flügel, and put her hand on her neck: "I want to take this head away, just take it away...but in the long future, you will definitely regret it."

Jibril didn't withdraw her palm, her pupils overflowed with a cold stream of light: "Regret? God-killing weapons won't regret it."

"No weapons." Su Bai stared at Jibril's pupils, "I think most of you Flügel are impatient, you just kill for the sake of killing, and fight for the sake of war. You are born strong, so you lack mercy and Empathy... don't know if you've ever considered, when the war is over, what meaning is left of you as weapons to trace back."

Jibril's breath was stagnant, and she let out a dazzling sneer: "...do you think such words can shake me?"

Su Bai said noncommittally: "The last question, do you think you are strong or weak?"

The extra individual of the Flügel fell silent for a long time. If it was her before, or if it was another Flügel, she would consider herself a strong person without hesitation.

But now it's different.

"The weak...except for my main god, everything is weak." Jibril said calmly, "Even if there are fools who claim to be strong, they are just weak compared to the weak."

"There is no absolute victory or defeat between the weak." Su Bai let go of her clenched hand and let go of Jibril's white wrist: "Challenging the stronger or ravaging the weaker are different beliefs in survival."

"What do you want to say?" Jibril's tone was a bit unpleasant. Slaughtering the weak, let alone the absolute weak like the human race, is like a human being trampling ants to death. The meaningless behavior is not worth boasting about, and she is not I don't intend to be complacent with this, but I am very uncomfortable with Su Bai's statement.

"It's very simple." Su Bai said one sentence after another: "Give me enough time, I will become stronger, and then challenge you... If I lose at that time, I will offer this head with both hands."

Chapter Sixteen Incomprehensible Loneliness

"Humans, challenge the Flügel?" Jibril lost her mind for a moment, then covered her lips and smiled: "Do you think this is possible?"

"It's possible, but the possibility is very low." Su Bai said flatly: "The decision is up to you. If you really want to take this head, then do it."

The strength of the Flügel is absolute, far superior to most other races.

Because she really did it, there is not much difference between the results of resistance and non-resistance.

Dead is ugly or dead is uglier.

"You're lucky. If it wasn't now, if it wasn't today... Maybe you would have disappeared." Jibril changed her sitting position, narrowed her eyes, and put down her plan to collect heads.

"May I ask what you plan to do next?" Su Bai asked curiously.

"...Go and settle accounts with a reptile." Jibril said lightly and humorously, but the smell of blood in her words was almost overflowing.

She is planning to challenge the Dragon Spirit, this is the sixth challenge.

From any point of view, this is a challenge that is absolutely impossible to win... The strength gap between the dragon spirits and the Flügel is as difficult to bridge as between humans and the Flügel. Even if she has been preparing for a long time, she may not be able to do it alone. The achievement of human slaying dragons, in fact, she failed the first five challenges, and she was bruised and bruised every time, and she stayed in the restoration surgery for about thirty years.

The Flügel of Avant Heim expressed their incomprehension to Jibril's behavior.

It is absolutely impossible for a Flügel riding alone to hunt a Dragon Spirit, the difficulty is as difficult as reaching the sky.

The failures of the previous challenges proved this point even more. The reason why Jibril was able to survive after successive defeats was because she was stronger than other Flügel species, and the white dragon did not kill her... But Jibril's personal Actions are dangerous after all. In order to protect her safety, as the first created individual, the leader of the Flügel, Azrael, even issued a decree strictly prohibiting her from going out without permission. For this reason, the two even had a fight.

The result was a tie, and Jibril stayed in the restoration technique for several years.

It took more than ten years to finally get the opportunity to challenge for the sixth time, and it was a good opportunity for Jibril to vent her urgent need.

The reason why I came to the ruins of the elves' capital twice was just a coincidence.

Suddenly came up with the idea of ​​just wanting to take a look, there was no special reason, but after sensing the fluctuation of the elves, he traveled through the space and came to this abandoned book storage room and saw Su Bai.

That's all, there is no reason for such nonsense as a fateful encounter.

Originally, she didn't come here specifically to harvest human heads, and letting go of a human has no effect on her.

...Because it's insignificant, it doesn't matter whether you kill it or not.

Jibril thought so, but heard Su Bai say eight words.

He said: "When a person is about to die, his words are good."

The Flügel's sight became dangerous: "Who are you talking about?"

Su Bai didn't answer right away: "To be honest, I didn't expect you would really choose not to do anything... This kind of sophistry should be useless to the bloodthirsty Flügel."

"Seniors and the others would indeed not listen to your explanation, but if you think about it more intuitively, they would never come to the ground." Jibril narrowed her eyes: "Because the battlefield of the Flügel is the sky, the dirty Xi's ground is not interested, let alone walking on the ground with both feet."

"But it's essentially the same, the same brutal weapon."

"I don't deny that." Jibril smiled.