The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

The Supreme God turned her face to the side, her always silent expression showed a meaningful smile, and she let out a deep laugh: "Since that's the case, then I'll wait with anticipation, my favorite weakling—"

"My lord..." Jibril spoke again at this moment, instead of looking at the fallen Flügel, she sighed: "Actually, I did not accomplish this dragon slaying alone, although from the results It seems so, but I can't do it without help..."

"You can report in detail." Artoxiu really didn't know about this, because she didn't pay attention to it. For the gods, a nap is just a few years.

"Yes...Actually, shortly after the battle between me and the white dragon, Yanlong led seven subordinate dragons to intervene..." Jibril recounted the battle situation, and all the Flügel listened, a little scared, which can be described as unparalleled. crisis of life.

When it was mentioned that 'Su Bai' appeared, the Flügel showed inconceivable expressions, while Jibril, Azrael and the other Flügel noticed the obvious change in the expression and attitude of the main god. Joy, now turned into an expression they couldn't understand, as if it was expectation, as if it was nostalgia... She sighed: "The weak man I love has come back... He has really become stronger, and now he is here... where?"

"I'm sorry, my lord... I didn't take good care of him..." Jibril lowered her head, she had nothing to say.

There was silence.

The Flügel felt the heavy pressure that suffocated them, especially the cold sweat that was already dripping from Azrael's forehead.

Lord Artosh... angry?

She looked sideways slowly, her golden eyes stared at the many Flügel, and a proud voice echoed in the hall.

"Yanlong, where are you?"

"My lord, it has already been subjugated by the Ex-Machinas." Azrael hurriedly said tremblingly, "Forgive me, I don't understand where your anger comes from. That... who is it?"

Artoxiu withdrew his gaze, and the golden feather disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a plain sentence.

"—He is a special individual, different from you."

Watching the Lord's departure, all the Flügel looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Special individual?"

"Is it another extra individual?"

"Are we going to have another sister?"

"No, it sounds like it should be a male, so strange... If it's a Flügel, why isn't it here?"

"I don't know, what does he look like? Didn't Jibril see it?"

"Hey, Jibril, tell us what happened next."

The Flügel spoke to each other, and soon the recovery room became noisy. The words of hundreds of Flügel overlapped, and it was overwhelming.

The girls with an average age of ten thousand years were discussing these matters with great interest.

For them, the number of races can no longer increase, one more individual is something worth celebrating.

In fact, Jibril was born only a few hundred years ago, and no new individuals have been created in these hundreds of years.

"But...he might have been killed."

Raphael's words made the scene fall into silence.

"It seems, yes..."

"Facing the encirclement and suppression of Yanlong and the seven slave dragons...can you withstand it?"

"I'm sure I can't stand it. An ordinary dragon can beat me. I'm in pain. I'm not Jibril."

"The scales of the dragon race are so hard, and they can't even catch up with them. How can they beat them? There are very few races that can single-handedly fight dragon spirits."

"Eh? Everyone, don't say that. Don't tell me you have to hold a memorial service for this junior before you see him?"

The Flügel started whispering again, and the scene became chaotic again.

Azrael, who was supposed to preside over the order, crouched on the spot shaking her hair, trembling all over her body. She finally realized the seriousness of the problem. Even the Lord recognized him as a special individual. No wonder Jibril was so nervous, but she Let Su Bai go to die, before he left, he still laughed at 'what a bastard', now that he thinks about it carefully, he is the stupidest one!

"What, what should I do?" She couldn't speak fluently.

"It's hopeless, wait for death." Jibril crossed her arms and said, "You don't believe me if I tell you to save someone."

"I... I worked hard, sister, I worked hard." Azrael covered her head: "Is it too late to find it now?"

"The place where the Yanlong and the Ex-Machinas fought was scorched for thousands of miles. Unless they survived by chance, if they were involved, they would never even find their ashes." Raphael sighed, "This is really too difficult."

"He always said to raise the ashes... Now someone has really raised the ashes." Azrael stood up staggeringly: "I have to take the initiative to plead guilty to Lord Artoxi, and hope that my lord will not blame me. "

"Don't go now, you didn't mean it." Raphael said comfortingly, "Let's think about what to do later."

"It's too difficult for me, woo woo woo..." Azrael held her little head.

"It's okay, don't cry, don't cry." Raphael sighed helplessly: "Jibril, we're going out first, you stay here to repair it, but don't rush to trouble the dragon spirits after you recover... Remember, don't go out alone."

"……I try my best."

"You should answer 'I know'." Raphael said with a serious expression, "It's been a long time since we Flügel have lost a feather, if this incident led to the demise of a feather, we will definitely have a grudge against the dragon spirits, Afterwards, we will conduct a crusade against the dragon spirits, and you can participate after you recover, but don't act alone, it is very dangerous."

Jibril lowered her eyes: "I understand."

"Take a good rest." Raphael supported Azrael, and moved out of the recovery room along with the other Flügel.

Jibril whispered silently in the room: "I don't believe you will die like that..."

Chapter Three Hundred and Nine

The thinking is activated, the consciousness is online, and when you move your fingers, you can feel, feel pain, and respond... Fortunately, there is no cold.

Su Bai opened his eyes: "Unfamiliar smallpox... eh? Where's the ceiling?"