The Endless Shuttle

I see, is this the source of the "abnormality"... With such a weak aura, it's no wonder that Senior Azrael's "horn" can't accurately judge it.

Jibril's cross-patterned pupils stared at Lopez.

On the contrary, the black-haired youth didn't move much, just looked at her calmly.

"The Flügel...Jibril?"

"Huh? Have we met?"

Jibril was surprised that the other party took her own life.

Lopez shook his head, turned around and continued to look at the throne of "God of Nature" Cainas.

"It's just that I've heard your name before. It's not something worth caring about. I don't intend to interfere in this war between the Flügel and the Elves. Just do what you should do."

"Sure enough, it's a spirit species..."

The statement of the black-haired youth confirmed Jibril's guess.

Which one is it?

In the temple of the elves, is the "God of Nature" Kainas?

wrong.

Jibril immediately vetoed this guess. She had heard Artosh dictate the divine power of Kainas, and she would never show it in this way. "Forging God" Okan is even more impossible. Even though the appearance of the gods can change in an ever-changing manner, Okan's heat is enough to forge the world, so there is no reason why he should not be melted at such a close distance.

"What? Aren't you going to join the war with your sisters?" Rope asked again.

"Those bastards with long ears, without me, the seniors can take care of it."

Jibril threw away the head of the elf in her hand, and after the splendor of the elf passed, the blood on her body disappeared without a trace.

"Compared to that, you are the one who makes me more curious now, the unknown master of the gods. I heard that the creator of the moon chant on the red moon still exists. Is this your identity?"

"Ah……"

Rope smiled and shook his head.

"It's commendable that you didn't see me as Kaynas, but...Miss Jibril, have you heard such a sentence?"

"What?"

"—curiosity is the poison to death."

As if time and space are dislocated, the space surges instantly.

The god species no longer hides its power, showing its authority over everything. Around the area where Rope stood, physical erosion occurred, corrupting the rock of the temple.

The enormous pressure in the air pressed Jibril to the ground, causing the bones of the Flügel's wings to creak.

The girl gritted her teeth, as if unwilling to admit defeat, she barely raised her head and stared at the god in front of her.

"As a Flügel, all you can think about in your mind is fighting and hunting. What kind of thinking is it like, "I'm so lucky to meet the Deus, why don't you try and kill him?" "

Rope said helplessly.

"I advise you to put away this delusion. Your lord is the one who stands at the same starting point as me. And you, you can only work hard to kill a dragon spirit who is not even a "Dragon King". The opponent is not qualified enough. "

In the original book, Jibril's power is really good.

Not completely surrendered to Artoxiu, not rigid in thinking, and even has the ability to go beyond the common sense of Flügel and independently hunt dragon spirits.

But if Jibril is moved up, her strength will not be enough.

As the evil god of the multiverse, Rope is the god of disaster, fear and dreams in this world. The only ones who can be his opponents are the living gods.

The black-haired youth pointed to the gate of the Cainas Temple.

"The suggestion I just said is still valid, leave this door, and we will act as if nothing happened."

His current target is Cainas.

The Flügel faction of the "God of War" Artosh exists, and Lopez intends to deal with it at the end.

If that star-studded hunk was fully engaged, he really wasn't sure how the two of them were going to compete. But if we can kill the remaining two gods before Artoxiu, and destroy the essence to absorb their power, I am afraid that the winning rate of the battle will increase by a considerable number.

This is his plan.

One word, stable.

"This power... so you are the God Seed Senior Azrael mentioned..."

It can also be considered that the Flügel is not afraid of death and is a characteristic of a fanatical fighter. Under this situation, Jibril can still laugh.

"Spirit of the Gods... I am the first person besides Artosh-sama to have seen you since I was born... It is really not reconciled to let me retreat in despair..."

From the eyes of others, Jibril's idea is simply unbelievable.

If you don't give up despite the obvious gap, it can be classified as "stupid".

But who made her Jibril, the "extra individual" created by "God of War" with full of expectations.

Following the rules of strength and weakness is the thing she hates the most.

It was also because of this that Jibril was able to attack her lord time and time again, even facing the phantom species and dragon spirit species who were clearly above her own existence.

Even if the winning rate is one in ten million... What if the victory can belong to oneself?

"Artosh did unnecessary things... Well, that's why you are the unique, highly popular Flügel Jibril."

Lopez smiled and said something the girl couldn't understand.

"It's a boring time, let me play with you."

"Unfamiliar Lord God, please don't use such a tone that seems to be familiar to me... I will be angry."

Jibril struggled to raise her slender arms, and in her palms, a dark elf aggregation like an electric spark was shining.

It wasn't the Flügel's ultimate move "Sky Strike".

She has only used "Sky Strike" against the God of War countless times, and she knows very clearly that "Sky Strike" cannot cause even the slightest damage to the gods.

There is only one chance to make a shot.

To miss is to die.

The unprecedented pressure made Jibril's blood boil. Maybe she couldn't see it herself, the smile on the corner of her mouth had reached the point of exaggeration.