Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

"Hey? Isn't this the lord of the gods~~ What a distinguished guest~"

Beside Jibril, the magical light of space warp dissipated, and a girl with the same beauty beyond the ordinary as her stepped out from it.

A light wheel with complex geometric patterns rotates slowly above the girl's head, and a pair of wings protruding from her waist seem to be woven by light.

However, unlike Jibril, the girl's hair and pupils were as clear and bright green as emeralds, and a small and cute horn protruded from her hair.

The girl flapped her wings slightly and floated in mid-air, looking extremely sacred and solemn. When the light wheel above her head rotated, the gentle gaze in the two emerald green eyes was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to hold her breath.

"Although it's really nice to meet again after a long absence~ But Xiao Ji really brought a great big shot this time~~"

"Azrael..."

Seeing the Flügel girl approaching her intentionally or unintentionally while talking, Jibril held her forehead and sighed helplessly.

And just after these two sentences, one after another space warping magical lights lit up around, the first girl named Azrael raised her head slightly, looked at the bright and shining eyes in the midair with a smile God's halo.

"Then what is the purpose of the adults who don't know the gods come to the den of our group of wild cats who have lost their owners?"

"Don't you think it's too pitiful for a wild cat that lost its owner?"

Surrounded by the divine ring, Chen Mo lowered his eyes and looked down at the Flügel girls who were staring up at him. After a slight pause for two seconds, he continued, "Why indulge in the sorrow of the dead? Give me everything, and then Surrender."

Chapter 29 Ways to please

The fantasy species [Avant Heim] is the second-ranked race beyond the fairy species at the end of the fairy corridor, and its existence itself is the true embodiment of the word [magic]. Directly, it will be distorted, so even at an altitude of [-] meters, the sky that should be dark still maintains a clear blue.

However, with the appearance of the aura of the gods, the world distorted by the fantasy species began to show signs of shattering. Countless dark cracks loomed on the edge of the sky, and the fantasy species [Avant Heim] twisted uncomfortably every time. As soon as he moved his body, the surrounding space would tremble violently, and even the elves of the magic catalyst were flying around trying to escape from this place.

And the chief culprit who caused all of this, he was still quietly floating in the air, waiting for the answer from the Flügel.

"...Are you kidding meow?"

Azrael looked up at the sphere of light emitting radiant divine brilliance, and it took her a long time to come to her senses.

"I'm serious."

"..."

The calm and determined words from the ball of light caused the smile on Azrael's face to slowly disappear, and at the same time, the other Flügel around them also showed hostile eyes.

"The Lord of the Spirit Kind is really domineering meow~ You don't think you can make us surrender meow just with this one sentence?"

"of course not."

Surrounded by the divine ring, Chen Mo raised a smile slightly: "In the name of [Gods], I will challenge your entire Flügel race, and the winner will dominate all the rights of the other party... how about this?"

"Life and death are also included, meow?"

"Including life and death."

"God species... It seems that the collection progress is still zero so far~?"

Azrael smiled, releasing a huge deadly killing intent from her body, while laughing, she saluted the ball of light in mid-air: "Thank you... thank you for your generosity meow~ My—the Flügel Eighteen Wing Council The speaker, the full-wing agent of the race—Azrael, will definitely cut off your head very carefully, and decorate it in the most prominent position in the entire Abant Heim meow~~!"

Ahh... the sense of sight.

Chen Mo glanced at Jibril who was standing next to Azrael.

Sure enough, the Flügel are all head fetishes obsessed with collecting heads?

The next moment, he said in a flat tone: "Okay, if you can win, it's up to you."

And hearing Chen Mo's indifferent attitude, the light wheel of geometric patterns on Azrael's head suddenly spun rapidly, and at the same time, the smile on her face became even more dangerous, and a blush of excitement appeared on her fair face , as dangerous and alluring as a beautiful poisonous rose.

"You seem very confident meow~?"

"A group of ignorant waste, stinky fish and rotten shrimp. If you want to win, I will ask your creator to come out. Who is your creator? Let me think about it... Oh, yes!"

When Chen Mo said this, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Artoxiu, I remembered, that trash god who was played to death by mere human species, but that's right, the trash race created by the trash god is a pile of trash. "

"You...you really dare to say meow!"

Even though it has been more than [-] years, the passing of [God of War] Artosh is still an indelible scar in the hearts of all Flügel. Hearing Chen Mo mocking her creator like this, Azrael exploded in a circle In the aftermath of the air explosion, countless elves whizzed and whirled around her hands, and the dazzling sword of light loomed in her hands.

"Why, are you angry now?" Chen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you are angry, come and challenge me—come and try, challenge the gods."

"The chairman of the Flügel Eighteen Wings Council, Azrael, applied for a racial challenge resolution meow."

Azrael slowly raised her right hand, holding her palm in mid-air, and the sword of light was completely solidified.

"The third wing of the Flügel Council of Eighteen Wings opposes the resolution."

"The eleventh seat of the parliament, agree."

"The sixth wing of the [-]-wing council agrees to the resolution."

……

The eighteen-wing council with nine members who survived from six thousand years ago had four votes against and three votes in favor, except for Azrael who challenged the resolution.

"The Eighteenth Wing of the Flügel Council of Eighteen Wings, Jibril..."

Standing next to Azrael, Jibril looked up at Chen Mo, who was shrouded in the halo of divine light, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Aren't you just bullying people...

"—agreed to challenge the resolution."