The Endless Shuttle

This was the surrounding Jibril saw after waking up again.

The girl sat on the chair in a daze, and it took a while to sort out her thoughts.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Flügel to be shrouded in the state of "trance", but the god species named "God of Disaster" took away all her extraordinary power in the dream, which made Jibri Now Er has become like a girl who is really powerless.

Novel experience.

"Is this the so-called "game"... That Deity made something amazing..."

Touch, smell, hearing, and the preserved sensitive perception are all telling Jibril that this is a world that really exists here.

Even though she knew she was in a dream, she couldn't dispel the reality.

This is something Artoxiu will never be able to do.

After admiring the power of the God of Disaster in her heart, Jibril stood up from the chair, subconsciously wanting to spread her wings slightly.

but no.

Looking at the white wings that disappeared behind her, the girl fell into deep thought.

Was it cut off by...?

"No."

Rope's voice rang in Jibril's mind.

"This is a dream, I not only deprived you of your strength, but also made you unable to "fly". After all, if this game allows you to retain your flying ability, it will become very boring... Don't worry, everything will return to you after the dream ends and returns to reality. "

Jibril sighed.

"Master God of Disaster, if you want me to play your game, you should at least explain the rules of the game?"

"The rules are simple."

The gods said quite playfully.

"As long as you kill all the monsters you see, you can win. Of course, some monsters are too powerful for you now, and during the killing, you will also get some unique powers to fill your gaps."

The corners of Jibril's mouth twitched slightly.

Killing is something the Flügel have been doing all along.

Killing monsters, killing giants, killing dragons... the killing angels who hunt the heads, what they are best at in their lives is to bury their enemies.

The girl brushed her long hair and said confidently.

"Sealing elves, sealing physical fitness, sealing flying ability, these are indeed a bit tricky, but if you think that I will be difficult by some monsters, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed..."The weak overcome the strong", this is my The original purpose created by Artosh-sama. "

"I'll wait and see."

Luo Pei's voice disappeared, and Jibril quickly sorted out her current situation.

Apart from the above, she could clearly feel the fragility of this body.

This also means that the attacks of those "monsters" who have never met before may kill her completely in just two or three hits.

Although it was unlikely that the god of disaster would let her die in the dream, Jibril didn't want to try such a shameful result.

"I'm a little bit interested."

Bored Flügel have found new fun toys.

She casually picked up an iron infusion stand in the room, at least in Jibril's judgment, this was the most lethal weapon in the room.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, the smell of blood blew in the cool wind.

Walking forward slowly, Jibril was vigilant, just like when she challenged the dragon spirit alone, she was 100% focused.

Soon, the sound of the beast's claws touching the wooden floor was heard.

Are you coming?

Jibril clenched the weapon in her hand.

At the next corner, the maiden saw her first enemy.

In the dark room, there are beasts like hungry wolves. It was huge, covered with long hair, its scarlet eyes exuded greed that would tear apart all living things, and its sharp claws were stained with blood, as if telling the unlucky ones who had died in its hands.

In terms of "games" alone, it's too detailed.

"Isn't this really a 'world'? "

While muttering to herself, Jibril put the iron frame on her shoulders and walked straight towards the beast.

The enemy's attack method is the same as its identity, just the physical attack of the beast, and the weakness is the same. Jibril knew this the moment she saw its size.

The experience advantage brought by the long war.

"Roar!"

Seemingly entering the attack range of wild beasts, the wolf-shaped monster roared and rushed towards Jibril.

The speed was extremely fast, so fast that even Jibril's weakened nerve response could not catch it.

But the girl felt quite bored.

At the moment the opponent jumped up, he knew exactly where the attack would come from and where the opponent would land.

The God of Disaster game... only this level?

Thinking regretfully, Jibril leaned back slightly to avoid the beast's claws, and then used all her strength to smash the iron frame towards the monster's neck.

Even with the current body, dropping the spikes on the iron frame with all its strength is enough to tear the monster's fragile neck to shreds.

The truth was exactly as Jibril thought.

The iron frame hit the monster's neck, and the monster fell to the ground wailing.

"Master God of Disaster, you'd better increase the difficulty of your game a little bit. I'm afraid even a beastman can easily solve this simple action."

"Well, I'll think about it. But Jibril..."

"yes?"

"I'm sorry I didn't explain just now, unless this "game" is a specially marked "available weapon", the "damage" caused by other things you pick up with your bare hands is the same... In addition, you just missed an enemy being killed Chance of "Fatal Attack" after being knocked down. "

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