Chapter 297 Jibril's Skystrike

For a Flügel, it's easy to understand a fact.

What determines whether this eternal war will end is not the sixteen races that are writing history on the chessboard, but the race of gods.

Only they have the qualifications to hold the Star Cup, because the so-called law is not only the power of the gods, but also the world itself.

The earth has gods, the oceans have gods, and acquired concepts such as war and forging also have gods. All existing concepts are the prototypes of gods.

What determines their strength is simply the degree to which the marrow is activated due to the number of phenomena.

Therefore, in this land that has been covered by endless wars since its birth, the God of War, as their creator, has surpassed all the gods of innate concepts and holds the word "strongest" in his hands. .

Under such superior conditions, Jibril was well aware of even the secrets that were taboo to other races.

"Although I can't find a flaw in you, after all, no matter how I sense it, whether it's breath or strength level, they are all warning me that you are a god."

Jibril smiled and her tone was very calm, as if she was explaining the facts.

"But judging from my past experience, I think you are just like that mythical beast, an unknown existence covered in the concept of divine marrow."

If other people of the same race heard Jibril's words, they would be very surprised.

Having a negative or even skeptical attitude towards known conclusions is something that is difficult for upper-level races to understand. After all, those experiences are based on facts.

As beings, their natural strength and performance are all set. Unless they are special individuals like the first Flügel, they will never behave outside of the settings, such as challenging alone. Dragon spirits breed this kind of thing.

Because that's impossible.

But as the last Flügel created by the God of War with high hopes, Jibril's strength index is also top-notch, but it is still insufficient compared with the strongest number one, but even if she was born far away Although not comparable, her record is no less than that of the other party.

This characteristic of questioning the impossible is precisely her imperfection and the reason why she can repeatedly create miracles.

"According to Sir Artex, although the God of Victory is a god, his power was not born in this universe, and his nature is not so pure. Instead, it is mixed with many concepts, so his incarnation can Possessing the unborn divine essence, he gained the power to fight against the gods."

"This is also the reason why the God of Victory has power comparable to Lord Artho. The superposition of multiple divine marrows makes it far more powerful than other gods."

The pretty girl spoke softly.

"The concept is the soul of the divine species, and the existence of the divine marrow is just the body. Therefore, after possessing the entity in advance, skipping the birth process, and taking out the future power one step ahead of time, the two will naturally merge. As one, there is no possibility of rejection or suspension, because they are all part of the concept.

"But because this crucial step has been passed, the marrow of those divine beasts can never truly take shape, and naturally they cannot be regarded as true divine species."

Jibril raised her chin slightly, with a hint of excitement in her tone.

"Therefore, you, who also wears the divine marrow on his body but appears as a god, is definitely not a true god."

"That's amazing," Roland's face was full of admiration and he clapped his hands gently a few times. "However, telling the truth so straightforwardly will only put you in an irreparable situation? In the end, there is no point in finding the truth. On the level of power, I still have no doubt of divine species.”

"Of course it is meaningful. The process of exploring the noble unknown is enough for me to give everything."

Jibril tilted her head and showed a devilish smile, followed by a sharp murderous aura.

"What's more, there may only be one opportunity in this world to kill the god species. You can't let it go no matter how hard you think, right?"

"Even if the divine marrow is broken, it is impossible to kill the divine species as a concept. There is no doubt about this. However, you are just different because of the divine marrow. Among the divine species, you should be considered a defective product. The gap between being extremely difficult to kill and being impossible to kill cannot even be made up by the gap between superior races like us and those lower creatures.”

With her eyes firmly locked on Roland, the girl suspended in mid-air grinned with an infatuated face.

"Uh heh, uh heh heh heh heh... Such an opportunity has actually been given to me, everyone must be very envious!"

It seemed that she was so excited that glistening saliva even flowed from the corner of the girl's mouth.

Where did you come from as a pervert?

In this world where both the environment and life are somewhat morbid, Jibril's style of painting with such an expression is really out of place.

But thanks to this, Roland understood again.

The individual named Jibril is a true anomaly.

She is definitely not something that can be described as a god-killing vanguard using props.

She is the killing angel.

The reason she chose to challenge Roland was not because of arrogance or obsession, but after rational assessment and clarifying the gap between the two sides, she still decided to gamble her life.

The reason supporting her was also very simple.

Although the possibility of winning was negligible, what if I was the winner?

Knowing that there was a possibility of success but not doing it was a kind of neglect.

"In the next period of time, I will bet everything I have to find the only chance of winning."

Facing the girl's words full of respect and enlightenment, Roland also smiled gently.

The next moment, Jibril's figure disappeared from the spot.

The miracle of space transfer was just an instinctive action for the girl.

The Flügel were nearly immortal life forms, immune to diseases, toxins, and even physical and mental interference. As long as they were not killed on the spot, their regeneration ability could take her back from death.

Using the elves, their bodies could easily break through physical limitations and teleport to any place they had seen and visited, and it was not difficult to cross the planet.

Even without deliberate protection, the Flügel's body is strong enough to withstand the explosion of a hydrogen bomb at close range.

As the best among the Flügel, Jibril's strength is also top-notch. 5% of her strength is enough to reproduce the miracle of splitting the sea, and her full strength under normal conditions can directly evaporate an ocean.

Although it sounds arrogant, Roland also admits that the possibility of victory mentioned by Jibril exists. After all, as long as the plan is perfect enough, it will become a reality for the Star Grail to appear in front of the weakest human species.

"Heh, but the possibility is just a possibility."

Roland smiled and shook his head.

If we really want to talk about it, as he grows up, Killer Queen may grow to the level of being able to blow up the earth upside down, but the process in between is made up of many miracles that transcend the world, which goes without saying.

"I want to admire your courage, but this behavior is stupid."

He waved his hand without changing his expression.

The surrounding space was torn apart like a canvas. The solidified atmosphere roared silently, deep as ink, and the edges were filled with twisted and chaotic gullies as if they were going to suck in everything.

Pieces of cracked holes radiated in all directions, splitting the void and spitting out all the blood of the planet.

The dead elves volatilized a large amount of pollution from the spirit bones, and the concentration was so high that even creatures like the forest elves would die immediately after being touched.

The aftermath alone caused the impact and energy to split mountains and rocks, as if to tear the surrounding sky apart. Ordinary small cities would disappear in an instant in the face of such a disaster.

This environment would also die due to the pollution of high concentrations of spirit bones.

"Gods are really polluting the environment when they are serious."

Jibril whispered in her heart with an unknown feeling, but the morbid fanaticism on her face did not disappear.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable to Jibril. This concentration of spirit bones completely blocks her strategy of giving up the materialization and maneuvering. The distorted space only has one place, which is in front of Roland who is waiting safely.

With just a wave of her hand, all her plans have become ridiculous performances, and there is only one possibility left.

A butterfly that falls into the trap.

But because of this, Jibril has a happy smile on her face.

This situation is more to her liking. It is almost impossible for the Flügel to defeat the Deus. All the strategies she has thought of with her wisdom and experience are based on escaping as the condition for victory.

If you want to win by defeating the Deus, there is only one way from the beginning.

With the sound of gurgling water, the wings behind Jibril lit up, continuously compressing the spirits, venting them, and flashing in front of Roland. At this moment, the distance between the two is so close that they can feel each other's breathing.

But Roland did not attack. Instead, he admired her beauty closely with an interested expression, as if he was mocking her and playing with her.

Good opportunity!

After seeing this scene, Jibril took a deep breath, and a fiery and morbid killing intent appeared in her amber pupils.

Whether Roland treated her as an ant or an opponent, it meant her failure. Only by treating her as a toy now could she find a chance of winning.

Jibril frantically extracted her magic power, which was as violent and spiritual as the sea, and wanted to release all her power. However, her body did not respond to her will.

Such a change made the girl stunned, and her pupils gradually dilated.

"What is this...?"

Her body seemed to have fallen into nothingness. She could clearly feel it, but she could not move, as if she was trapped in a trembling quagmire.

"This is the pressure of the soul."

"Stronger mass will bring stronger gravity, which is the same for the body and the soul. Let's not talk about fighting with companions by relying on numbers. If you only use individuals to counter the pressure emitted by my soul, you will fall into such a situation."

"If it is an ordinary creature whose soul and body have not been integrated, if it does not deliberately restrain itself, it will kill anyone who sees me. Thanks to you, a life that transcends the rules and integrates soul and body, you can avoid this bad luck. However, this situation of being unable to move will only be worse for you."

Roland looked at Jibril with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and rubbed it casually.

Whether it is the wall of the heart or the void, they all have special attacks on the soul. The pollution of the concept of beasts has strengthened Roland's characteristics. Even the trajectory of fate will be tilted towards it, not to mention the rules of physics?

Regardless of the wild boar, even the act of launching an attack in front of a single Flügel was a chasm.

Even though Jibril wanted to look away and avoid contact with Roland, the chill that spread to her limbs was still overwhelming for the girl's body.

"However, I still like this courage very much, and you also match my aesthetics very well, and you are also very good in character,"

Perhaps it was because there were too many women with twisted personalities around him, but Roland felt from the bottom of his heart that Jibril in this state was very heartwarming.

"Hmm... As expected, I'd better grab it. We have to face each other in the end anyway, and you don't seem to have any objections."

Roland smiled and stroked the girl's long purple hair, with no intention of getting an answer. It was his usual interest to observe what kind of expression the enemy would show when faced with such a statement.

"OK."

The angel with majestic beauty looked at Roland in front of him with serious eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth never weakened.

The geometric halo on Jibril's head emits a dazzling red light in the high concentration of elves.

Then, in Roland's surprised eyes, the girl who should have been unable to move slightly raised her fingers. Although this movement was very slight, it was as stiff as a patient who had been bedridden for a long time when he moved his body again, and most of his body was still there. Unable to move under pressure.

But it is undeniable that the girl did raise her finger.

In the end, Jibril raised her entire arm slowly but firmly.

The Flügel itself is the magic woven by the God of War Artho.

Therefore, the spell called protective magic represents a part of their self-sustainment, which is always unfolding.

But Jibril actually doubted the power of her creator, learned the magic of other races, and developed more powerful protection. Because of this, she was able to quickly understand the unfamiliar concept of soul pressure when she came into contact with it. Its composition is innovative and uses special techniques to add its own quality.

Converting experience into strength, turning potential into the future, Jibril, who is now in front of Roland, can no longer be treated with the cognitive category of Flügel.

As if she had understood the desire in Roland's heart, the accumulated power in Jibril's raised hand surged crazily, creating a whirlpool in the broken void.

The elves forcibly squeezed from the atmosphere and the planet had already completed the compression step in advance in the previous battle. Therefore, in less than half a second, the glowing elves were transformed into Jibril's hands and shook. There is no fixed spear.

"Then as you wish, if you can take over everything from me, let alone become yours, it doesn't matter even if you want to do whatever you want with this body."

Jibril said words that were as ambiguous as a vow, without even the intention of hearing Roland's response.

With her cold voice, she cast down the nightmares of many races on this planet.

"——Sky Strike!"

In an instant, a roar that made even the void tremble swept through everything.