Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

The boy who was obviously more approachable than Jibril squinted his eyes, and then pointed his finger at those races who were dressed in a somewhat astringent manner.

"I'm very happy to be praised like this."

The Flügel girl who wasn't pleased by someone's compliment spoke with a pretense.

Jibril is indeed a very beautiful woman.

He has an excellent appearance, with a faint glow from his waist, and his long flowing hair, even in a windless environment, still flutters. Whenever the hair sways, it reflects the light like a prism, making it look like a rainbow.

But Flügel is the weapon of the god of war, and the virtues of the weapon should be sharp, strong, and terrible.

A beautiful appearance is actually a shame for the Flügel.

Men are strong and powerful.

This is the idea of ​​Artois.

The Flügel was too weak to reach his expected level at all, and not worthy of being set as a male.

"I'm just thinking about the effect of the combination of the ultimate weapons of the major races."

Very lighthearted, the boy said such words.

The ultimate weapon that unites the major races?

The words that sounded very easy and unbelievable fell into Jibril's ears, making her heart skip a beat.

In this world, different races have their own finale stunts.

The divine strike of the gods.

The roar of the dragon essence.

The zeroth protection of the elves from the void.

Goblin-species marrow burst.

......

Each has the power to end the beginning of a continent. When they are connected and released together, the world may irreversibly die.

So, what kind of existence is worthy of a guy who seems to be a god, the ultimate weapon that connects different races?

An existence that requires the other races of a world to resist together.

The figure sitting on the throne appeared in Jibril's mind.

The answer has already emerged.

Chapter 5 Dire Combat (I Seriously)

"Can you tell me why you did this?"

Quietly, the girl who spread the news with the unique contact method of Flügel smiled sweetly at the boy who had dominated a fleet of goblins and elves at that moment.

That smile was so beautiful, like a flower.

It's just that the species of that flower is probably the other side flower.

Bloody, dangerous, and full of crisis.

"Do you still need to ask about that kind of thing?"

As if he had seen a Polish donkey, the young man raised his eyebrows very beautifully.

He opened his mouth and said.

"In this world, everyone is trying to seize the sovereignty of the star cup that symbolizes this universe, isn't it?"

"Isn't it common sense for the weak to unite to kill the strongest on a battlefield that doesn't require morality?"

Hearing those words, Jibril's pretty face suddenly turned cold.

The Flügel was created by the god of war Artosh to kill the god's weapon, that is, to dedicate the throne of the only god to Artosh - the sword that was born for this purpose.

As weapons, they have absolute loyalty to their masters.

Jibril is indeed an outlier who can strike at the God of War, but that doesn't mean she doesn't respect the God of War.

Like her compatriots, she respects her master immensely.

At least, that's how it is now.

She clearly heard the existence of a new-born deity who said that she would be the enemy of the God of War, her eyes slightly opened, and there seemed to be a quality killing intent in her sight.

"It's a funny enough joke to want to be the enemy of my lord."

"If I can, I don't really want to fight with your master, miss."

The boy who had never liked the use of force smiled and scratched his head in distress.

This is a fact, the combat power of Ares is a mystery.

In the description of the plot, although he defeated the union of all races by himself, showing a decline, it seems that the level of combat power is still at the planet level.

However, in his setting, it is clearly written that he is stronger than the only god.

Stronger than the one God who binds all the concepts of a world into one.

The reason is that fighting is the source of the power of Artetho's soul. When the enemy becomes stronger, he will also become stronger. Even if he encounters the only god who can restrain all the rules, he can still rely on his combat experience and soaring divine power to fight against it. .

That guy's upper limit of combat power...

is a single universe.

Li Zihan would definitely be too lazy to pay attention to a certain guy if he didn't need the star cup that can be used as a carrier of li to become his holy relic, and then use it as a "seat" to cover a variety of things.

Who wants to fight with such a buggy character with uncertain combat power.

Are you bored?

Wouldn't it be nice to go home and eat hot pot and sing songs with my sister?

Although I don't know if it is the enemy of the master, but must it be the enemy?

Hearing the boy's words, Jibril's gaze was so indifferent that it could freeze time and space.

"Haha, you are really humorous enough to dare to say such words in front of the Tianyi clan."

"Sometimes joking comes with a price."

Without any hesitation, Jibril launched an attack on the god who was rude to the god of war.

A huge amount of elf particles gathered in her hands and turned into a long sword of light.

She swung her sword, and the continuous elf particles were a torrent of light, smashing towards the boy who was still chatting with her just now.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Moses divided the sea.

In an instant, a roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the continuous explosion of strong light replaced the sun and illuminated everything.

The aura seemed to destroy everything in front of him, and the ferocious power of the god-killing race was vividly displayed here.

However, someone's response to the blow was just a wave.

As if the winds of the whole world had been gathered together, a terrifying storm surged up, roaring like a storm dragon, blowing away the light and heat from the Flügel.

"As expected of a goddess."

Jibril, whose attack was blocked, was not angry because her attack was easily blocked.

The upper races are also divided into three, six and nine.

No. [-] god species is completely unmatched by other races (you say yes, Titu).

She flapped her wings, which were completely unable to support flight from an aerodynamic point of view, and suddenly appeared behind Li Zihan. Her fists wrapped in elf particles shot out like sharp arrows, targeting Li Zihan's back. .

A knife in one hand suddenly slashed with the fist that attacked his master, with the power of Moses dividing the sea, to split the delicate Flügel girl in two.

Jibril, who obviously did not intend to take a strong blow, once again activated the ability called Tianyi to escape from the sword energy.

"boom--!!!"

After Jibril escaped, the terrifying fluid stretched out for thousands of meters, and the ground along the way fell apart, leaving a deep ravine behind.

In the face of such an attack, Jibril was indeed not afraid at all. The golden elf particles gathered in front of her arm, instantly forming a circular magic square that shone with golden light.

The golden wheel surrounded by a circle released strong shocks and light, making the surrounding air seem to be covered by heat waves, the light and shadow became blurred, and the space... began to distort irregularly.

The golden ball of light suddenly rushed towards the enemy in front of him like a courier from the east, spitting out an explosion of light and heat.

"Should it be said that it is a god-killing race? The strength has completely crushed the emperor-level Honkai Beast, and it is comparable to the judgment level."

The young man who felt that the starting combat power of the Flügel race was a bit terrifying stunned.

However, it didn't take long for the expression on his face to become indifferent.

After all, the Flügel was not too outrageous, and the strength was probably only half a god of disobedience with a brain.

The impression of the god of disobedience is that the boy of the god whose brain is full of water stretched out his hand and called out his Noble Phantasm.

Immediately after that, the scorching flames lit up in the sky, like molten iron, but with the brilliance of the sun.

The terrifying flames easily dyed half of the sky into terrifying red gold, rushing through the world like a tsunami composed of magma, engulfing the golden ball of light, and then rushing across the ground.

Imagine the whole sky is completely dyed red.

In that scene, Jibril, who was a Flügel, was in a cold sweat.

If you don't use some special abilities, you will definitely die ugly.

Jibril was not afraid of death, but she hated dying without success.

Those who die like that are unqualified weapons.

So, just let yourself use that.

With a choice in her heart, Jibril once again launched Sky Shift to escape the hot tide that engulfed her spells all at once, transformed all the structures in her body into elf corridors connecting nerves, and gradually absorbed power from the source tide of the elf corridors. Compressed, concentrated and condensed.

A wobbly, shapeless spear appeared in Jibril's hands. It was called Sky Strike, and it was the biggest and strongest strike of the Flügel.

As long as it can hit, even a god will be disheartened.

With the belief of mortal death, the Flügel named Jibril raised his spear.