Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Of course he is a life-saving person, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to take the risk to find Jianyu Lei Suo for a chance to become a god right after transmigrating to Orario.

If he could run, if he had a choice, he would definitely run right now without saying a word.

But he had no choice.

The muddy water six thousand years ago has been completely guided to another direction that is [-] miles away from the original historical track under his intervention. Tetu's side is definitely offended, so he can't lose .

To win, this war must be ended.

Chen Mo stood in the air, and the three swords of the essence swirled around his body at high speed. Every time the blades cut through the air flow, they would make a shrill scream.

As the light gun got closer, it couldn't see the original appearance of the long gun. In a daze, it turned out to be like a vast and boundless river, swallowing everything that passed along the way with a loud bang.

Chen Mo reached out and grabbed the green sword forged with the essence of the God of Nature. At the same time, black flames spewed out from his body. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a burning star and rushed into the Milky Way without hesitation.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The power belonging to the god of war penetrated the divine flames wrapped around Chen Mo's body, and burned the light of mind attached to his body, eroding his divine body little by little, making him roar hoarsely.

After a moment longer than ten thousand years passed, at the end of the Tianhe River, a jet-black star that was almost completely transparent shot out, penetrating Artoxiu's soul in reverse.

Then the stars themselves completely exhausted their last trace of strength, burning and dissipating in the halo of the strongest and undefeated God of War.

Chapter 56 Ouroboros

The first thing to notice, is the light.

Bright and brilliant, a light that hurts the eyes just by looking at it.

Intense and fiery, like a torch, it rises like a light that burns everything.

Pure and holy, the light of purification that unselfishly illuminates the universe.

Dark and deep, like stepping into the dirty light in the endless purgatory.

It is not because of the contrast of the surrounding environment that the existence of light is dazzling and prominent, but because in the entire world that is reflected as pure white, the light itself is already eye-catching and distinct enough.

"Xiaoji... are you ready meow?"

On the barren land, Azrael supported Jibril with one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards the sky.

"Spatial transfer - woo meow!"

A large number of elves gathered following her call, and when they came into contact with the severed wings, a burst of condensed bright silver light suddenly erupted from the flat stubble, which disturbed the elf particles and at the same time made her unable to bear it. He cried out in pain again.

"Azrael..."

Seeing the clear and vivid eyes of the Flügel girl gradually dimming, Jibril said with a pale face, "It's okay, the master will never lose, don't force yourself so much... you are hurting so much now." too heavy."

hurt……

Hearing Jibril's words, Azrael suddenly shifted her gaze to the back of her. There should have been a pair of beautiful wings exuding pure white light, but now they turned into bare, dyed wings with no beauty at all. blood skeleton.

In terms of injuries, Jibril was still above her.

"Master is the strongest—he is unparalleled in this world! An existence as small as dust, of course, cannot threaten Master... But, as the sharpest sword in Master's hand, how can we tolerate the presence of foolish people? Their dirty claws are showing in front of the master!!"

Azrael took a deep breath, staring firmly and resolutely at the stalwart figure shining like a morning star on the sky that was dyed white by the brilliance.

"Try again - space transfer!!!"

If the outside elves can't use it, it will oppress yourself even more!

Visible to the naked eye, Azrael's body began to shrink rapidly, from a girl in her twenties to a young girl less than ten years old, and it only took a blink of an eye.

However, it is not enough!

As a type of magic involving space, [Space Teleportation] needs to consume a large number of elves in direct proportion to the distance of the teleportation, and if you want to teleport from the ground to a height of more than [-] feet at once, you must consume an extremely large amount of magic. Sprite particles do.

It is true that in the concept of the Flügel, this consumption is probably about the same as the effort it takes for an ordinary person to breathe, but Azrael is completely unable to connect to the Elven Corridor now. For example, it is like a breathless She is the same as a person, and her act of forcibly using magic is like exercising vigorously on the basis of holding her breath. If it is serious, it is not impossible to die directly.

So when she saw Azrael's body shrinking down to less than ten years old, Jibril resisted the discomfort in her body and pulled her arm forcefully, interrupting her from the state of using magic.

"...Hoohoo...Hoohoo...Xiaoji...you...what are you doing meow!"

Sitting slumped on the ground with her young body, Azrael stared at Jibril half puzzled and half angrily.

Even though she hasn't really used [Space Shift], she is already so tired that she has to struggle to breathe even when she speaks.

"Azrael, calm down."

After grabbing Azrael, Jibril also sat next to her, and said in a serious tone: "If you continue just now, your body will definitely not be able to hold it...you will die!"

Her words are not alarmist. The body of the Flügel was originally woven by Artosh using magic formulas. If the elves contained in it are overdrawn, once a certain critical point is exceeded, the magic formula will usher in collapse—— That is to say, for other races, death.

Azrael was the first Flügel created by God of War Artosh, of course she knew this, but she didn't care.

The reason is also because she is the first Flügel created by Artosh, the god of war.

"...Are you—are you kidding...Xiaoji—!?"

Azrael raised her head, glaring straight at the pale Jibril.

"You mean - you want me to sit back and watch my master be challenged! And do nothing?!"

"No, I didn't mean that, listen to me..."

Just when Jibril was about to persuade Azrael again, a force that shook the entire planet suddenly came from the other side of the cloud.