I, authentic, little sun

The seemingly endless meteorites came into people's eyes one by one, and at the moment of pause, scorching meteor showers fell from the dark clouds, against the backdrop of the blood-colored sky, wrapped in hot flames, and fell to every corner of the ground.

"Meteorite?"

Zhengzong raised his head and looked at the terrifying scene of the meteorite falling from the sky, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Coincidentally, after he got the essence recently, he has a new way of playing with the power of the sun.

For example, affect the surrounding stars, or meteors or something.

After seeing Masamune's expression, Jibril's expression froze, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

The next moment, the sky that was always covered by blood-colored dark clouds was pierced by a ray of sunlight, and then the ray of light shining down from the sun enveloped the meteorite that Jibril summoned.

Immediately afterwards, Jibril's expression changed suddenly, and she realized that the meteorite she had summoned was out of control!

Not only that, the flames burned by the friction between the meteorite and the atmosphere also gradually dyed from red to gold, which is the sun's fire that contains the power of the sun.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a small sun falling!

"—"The Fourth Blessing of Jiuyuan"."

Feeling the approaching hot temperature, Jibril's complexion changed, and within a very short period of time, several magic superimposed defenses were cast instantly.

The Fourth Blessing of Longyuan is the top defensive magic and sealing magic prepared by the elves. When Jibril attacked the elves, it was this magic that blocked her attack.

So Jibril thought about it and snatched this magic to study.

Although it was said that this magic could not defend against her Sky Strike at the beginning, it did not mean that this magic was weak.

The level of magic is one aspect, and the person who uses it is also one aspect. The same magic will have different effects in the hands of different people.

Regarding the magic given to the Flügel by the God of War, Jibril had no choice at this moment, but chose to use the long-lasting fourth protection.

Because she doesn't trust her creator, God of War Artoxiu, the distrust here doesn't mean doubting his strength.

Instead, he doubted that with the character of Artoxiu, the main god of war, would the other party really study the magic of defense, instead of creating it at any time to perfuse them?

Her intuition told her that the latter seemed more likely...

However, this time, Jibril made the right bet.

"Crack--!"

In a thousandth of an eye blink, the meteorite burning with the fire of the sun directly hit the long-lasting fourth protection used by Jibril.

In an instant, there was an astonishing rattling sound, and the defensive magic directly creaked and cracked.

In the next second, the defensive mask condensed by Jiuyuan's fourth protection burst into pieces.

Fortunately, Jibril, who had a respite, used the transfer in time to escape from the spot, otherwise, she would have been severely injured by the meteorite first, and then burned to death by the fire of the sun attached to it.

However, even so, Jibril was still affected by the air wave caused by the meteorite's landing, and flew upside down the moment she moved out, spitting blood in the air.

Fortunately, due to the timely dodge, Jibril's injuries were not considered serious. However, if she had just used the Flügel's own defensive magic, she probably would not be so lucky.

Chapter 532 I am also good at Chapter 14

The ground was shaking slightly... The area within tens of thousands of meters was instantly subjected to a devastating impact.

To be honest, when Sink saw this scene, when he felt the heat wave that swept over him, he almost thought that he was going to die under the aftermath.

Who would have imagined, in the blink of an eye, she found that a light shield with complex runes shrouded her and all the elves without any damage.

The rest of the elves were also sluggish, and wiped their eyes quickly in astonishment, as if what they were seeing now was a hallucination.

"This is……?"

Xin Ke couldn't help stroking the mask with his hands, and intuitively told her that it was something completely different from magic.

In fact, this is indeed the case. This mask is the protection given to the elves by the authentic, so that they will not be affected by the battle.

Although it is said to be a blessing, it is actually an authentic power. It's just that after the integration of the abilities, he used all the previously acquired abilities for his own use and used them more flexibly.

Jibril wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and the calmness on her face had disappeared.

She patted the plump pair on her chest lightly as if taking a breath, and sighed in a thankful tone: "It's really dangerous, there is almost no scum left..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at Zhengzong below, only to find that Zhengzong's figure had disappeared at some point.

"Huh? Your Excellency God?" Jibril asked subconsciously.

"Are you calling me?"

The sudden voice from behind made Jibril's whole body freeze, what a disaster!

After such a thought flashed through her mind, she turned around abruptly, her pupils constricted violently, because what greeted her was a whip kick like a swimming dragon!

"Boom--!"

In an instant, an astonishing muffled sound appeared, and a violent shock wave erupted from here, and the huge force wrapped in the whip leg rolled up an explosive air wave.

Jibril, who had no time to react, subconsciously put her arms in front of her body.

Immediately afterwards, the sudden pain in her arm caused her body to tremble slightly, and she unconsciously let out a cry.

"As expected of the Flügel of the 'God Killing Weapon', the speed of reaction is really beyond imagination."

However, although Masamune praised the other party without hesitation, he showed no mercy in his strikes. He kicked again when one kick failed, and kicked again heavily on Jibril's blocking arms.

"Crack-"

The next moment, there was the sound of bones breaking, and a stream of blood splashed into the sky. Jibril turned into a beam of light, and was kicked heavily from midair to the ground.

Immediately afterwards-boom! ! !

There was an explosion that resounded through the sky, and the dry ground below instantly cracked open, spreading to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dust filled the air, and Jibril stepped out of the smoke in a bit of a panic, her hair was disheveled, and her whole body was covered in dust.

But the most important thing is that her arms just hang down naturally, the broken bones are faintly visible, and blood is constantly dripping.

However, the recovery speed of the Flügel itself is extremely good, not to mention, Jibril also applied healing magic to herself.

Looking at this scene, Sink and the other elves finally realized what the number one invincible race in the sequence is.

In their eyes, the Flügel, who were completely irresistible, had suffered repeated setbacks in front of this newborn Deity, and so far had not been able to cause the slightest damage to it.

Of course, Sink was obviously thinking too much. If the gods had the same bug as the authentic one, Artosh, the God of War, wouldn't be so lonely and begging for defeat now.

However, Jibril stared at Masamune even though she was seriously injured.

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, her face flushed abnormally, and said obsessively.

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being a god. There is a sense of crisis everywhere. This feeling of dying if you are not careful is really fascinating!"

"Tsk..."

Zhengzong clicked his tongue, and secretly slandered in his heart: You deserve it, Jibril.

This existence, nicknamed Xiaoji Stewed Mushrooms by the majority of sand sculptors, is undoubtedly the dual personality of an idiot and a sick girl.

But what this guy is obsessed with is the unknown, sickly... probably because of the racial talent of the Flügel species, but her severity is much higher than other Flügel species, and she even looks a little perverted.

This is also a matter of course, after all, the Flügel's racial declaration is, "Whatever you want, killing and taking it is no different from receiving a gift."

"Aren't you admitting defeat?" Seeing Jibril in a state of distress, Masamune joked in a playful tone, "If I die, I won't be able to study my body anymore."

"Hey, that's not enough."

The wings on Jibril's waist trembled slightly, and she flew into the air again. Her eyes were filled with "desire", which was an extreme longing for the unknown.

She moved the arm that was barely recovered by the prosthetic surgery, and said it as a matter of course.

"Although it's great to be captured by Your Excellency just like this, I still want to capture Your Excellency more, because only in this way can I wantonly study Your Excellency's body~"

During the war, the winner can get everything, and the loser will lose everything, and become the winner's "trophy".

However, the existence that can make the Flügel a "captive" has not yet appeared.

That is to say, if Jibril wins, then she can study the unknown brought by authenticity anytime and anywhere.

On the contrary, she can only place her hope on the favor of the "Master", which is obviously not what she wants to see.

"I want me, 'Jibril', to be your servant willingly. If I don't take this blow, it won't work~"

Jibril smiled slightly, and then, the wings around her waist spread to the maximum, and the gradually distorted space began to gather in her hands.

Then the geometric light wheel above her head began to multiply, and the elves that were forcibly extracted from the atmosphere, the planet, were constantly being condensed and formed in the girl's hands.

The glowing spirit, the light gun flickering in Jibril's hands already appeared.

This is the strongest blow of the Flügel, transforming all the structures in the body into the connecting nerves of the elf corridor, a pure burst of energy.

It is the trump card of the entire Flügel, and it will only be used when the enemy is determined to be worth destroying, or when it is necessary to use all its strength.

It is also a trick to destroy the elf capital in one blow under the defense of the long-lasting fourth protection in the original book.

It's called - Sky Strike.

"Sky Strike...?"

Looking at the swaying light gun in Jibril's hand, the elves closed their eyes, as if recalling that purgatory-like scene again.

However, Zhengzong laughed very happily, playing with light guns, I am also good at this thing!

Chapter 533 Chapter 15 The confrontation of the light gun

The Sky Strike is the ultimate move of the Flügel species. It is a strike that compresses all the energy. There is no warlock involved in it, and there is only pure energy. It is because of its purity that it is so powerful.

Generally speaking, if you don't make any reservations, after spending all your strength to launch the Sky Strike, the Flügel will turn into the appearance of a young girl due to excessive strength loss.

It can be said that it is a blow that condenses all the energy and spirit into it.In the face of the Sky Strike, even the Dragon Essence had to be careful.

As for Jibril, as an extra individual, her initial strength is not considered the best among the Flügel, not even the average level of the Flügel.

But Jibril is good at learning, integrating things from various races, filling herself, and gradually becoming stronger.

From a poor student at the beginning, he has grown to a top existence among the Flügel.

Just like the magic of elves, ordinary Flügel are extremely disdainful, but Jibril will actively hunt down elves to obtain magic books.

The ancient fourth protection used is stronger than the defensive magic given by the god of war.

Of course, the reason why Jibril is a poor student is probably related to the so-called emotion or belief.

Although the other Flügel also have their own ego, they are more like weapons. Apart from the orders of the god of war, Artosh, and their innate desire to kill, they seem to have no more desires.

"Sky Strike?!" Through the magic of hearing enhancement, Sink clearly heard Jibril's words. Her face was pale, and she was completely out of breath from the force fluctuations above.

She looked at Zhengzong with a slightly worried look. It was this move that destroyed the capital of the elves. As a new god, Zhengzong, can you deal with it?

As we all know, the spirit species can be said to be the embodiment of the concept of the essence, so naturally it is not static.

The longer it survives, the stronger the strength of the gods will be as the concepts increase and complete.

Even the god of war, Artosh, was not as powerful as he is now when he was first born.

It's just that due to the unfolding of the Star Cup War, the concept of the God of War seems to have reached its apex, and it has become the strongest species of god.

Therefore, although the newly born gods have the highest level of power, it does not mean that they will not be threatened by the fully grown dragon spirits, fantasy species and other high-level races.

Otherwise, if the Deities were really that invincible, the Flügel would not be able to achieve the great feat of killing gods.

Jibril's right hand swung down at such a speed that she seemed to forget those words.

"—"Sky Strike"!"

In an instant, the world turned pale.

The blood-red sky also became extremely gray at this moment.

"Om--!"

Facing this shocking scene, Zhengzong's body suddenly flashed an armor shining like gold.

But in the next moment, neat dividing lines suddenly appeared.

Along the neat dividing lines that suddenly appeared, the golden armor disintegrated piece by piece, like pieces of paper, blowing up with the wind and gathered in Zhengzong's hands.

It formed a huge and gorgeous long spear with lightning flashing all over its body and exuding a terrifying atmosphere of destruction.