Chapter 298 Xiaoji Mushroom Stew

Although she has always behaved like a bitch who doesn't know what to call it, before she accomplished the feat of killing a superior race alone in the past, Jibril also had the experience of overturning many times, and could only rely on luck to narrowly survive.

But when success became an established fact, those failures also became her nourishment.

If you want to kill someone who is stronger than yourself, the opponent's underestimation of the enemy is a necessary factor.

Otherwise, there would be no chance to find weaknesses and make a reversal. Fortunately, the God Seed would never disappoint Jibril in terms of pride.

Before fighting Roland, she had had the experience of being enemies of the gods. Once with two hundred companions, she ended up losing. Another time, she was one-on-one with the God of incomplete victory.

Although the results were all failures, Jibril benefited a lot.

By comparing it with the experience of a Flügel successfully killing a god before she was born, she confirmed that it was possible for a Flügel to kill a god.

Without even a moment's room for hesitation, Jibril transformed all the structures in her body into Elf Corridor Linking Nerves, absorbing all the power from the source of the Elf Corridor.

Sky strike.

This is also where Jibril mentioned the possibility of victory.

This is the only spell with a name for the Flügel, which symbolizes battle and destruction.

This particularity has always been considered by other races to be the unique talent of the Flügel. This statement is not wrong, but a more accurate statement should be that the power called Sky Strike was born from the technique called Flügel. the result of.

Therefore, they are born in a state of unity of spirit and body, and have eternal lifespan.

All Flügels are a kind of magic woven by the most powerful God of War, and they just gain life.

The essence of this technique is the magic called Sky Strike.

They exist as tools to assist the Creator.

This is also the reason why as the number of Flügel increases, the threat will also increase exponentially. This process will bring them closer to the power of the God of War himself.

When the numbers are gathered to a certain level, the enemies of the Flügel will no longer be fighting against the Flügel.

——But fighting against the magic released by the God of War.

Therefore, even the gods cannot escape the fate of defeat or even death.

This is also why after the Flügel release the Sky Strike with all their strength, their bodies will shrink to a small size and fall into an extremely weak state, because the essence of this strike is to use all their strength to release this spell.

However, when fighting against gods, there is often only one chance to make a move, so Jibril does not worry about this.

She is still the magic released by the strongest god of war. It is enough that the attack issued by the strongest god has the possibility of killing opponents of the same level.

As long as she takes risks and releases this attack at close range, the amount of power does not affect her threat. It is nothing more than changing from a sharp sword to a knife, or even lower.

If the other party is a true god, it is impossible to pierce the marrow to this extent. However, Roland does not exist based on concepts. He does not have the concept of immortality that pins everything on the marrow. This is enough for her. Take a gamble.

In front of the aurora formed by this pure power, the blood-red sky was completely swallowed up.

Everything seems to be frozen in this huge energy, and the scales of time and space seem to be stretched, making the act of escaping become a luxury.

This is not an illusion. Sky Strike is called the nightmare of all races precisely because it reproduces the power of the God of War to cause changes in the world.

It is almost impossible to defend against a locked sky strike.

However, for some reason, Jibril only felt that the sky strike she threw this time seemed unusually slow.

If it weren't for the change in the environment that made her realize that this was not an abnormality, but that her thinking was abnormally accelerated, her confidence would have been transformed into uneasiness.

Then, she clearly saw Roland's funny expression in the space where time was slowed down to almost a stop.

"I just played with you for a while, so I feel that I am only one step away from success. Isn't this kind of thinking too complacent?"

He completely ignored the time scale around him, smiled calmly, stared into Jibril's eyes, and declared every word as if he was showing off how much time he had.

"In that case, let me calm you down a little bit.

——Before you fully realize your weakness. "

The next moment, the frozen time was directly shattered by a terrifying roar.

"boom--!!!"

Suddenly bursting out, soul-shaking explosions filled the atmosphere, propelling them to sweep across the heaven and earth.

The majestic impact rolled towards the surroundings, and the torrent of energy caused everything to collapse. The turbulent air turned into circles of white waves, forming a shape like a lotus.

And in the blink of an eye, this form was like the cracked earth, disintegrating in an instant, and the black ash of the spirit corpse was squeezed into smaller dust particles, which were continuously blown away to form a fine film, absorbing all the surrounding light. Covered, leaving only darkness.

After releasing this blow, Jibril immediately fell into a state of weakness, falling continuously, and her hair was dazzled by the strong wind, but she still tried hard to resist the feeling of weakness that surged from her limbs, trying her best to Maintaining one's own time hanging high in the sky.

She had the vision to see the target clearly even through the smoke of several hundred meters, but she could not see through the divine ritual.

However, even if she had this ability, there was no spirit in her body for her to release the perspective.

Therefore, Jibril could only wait in silence, feeling her uneasy heartbeat.

Even without Roland's influence this time, she felt that these short tens of seconds were extremely long.

Uncontrollable thoughts flashed through her mind.

Did she win? Or, the unknown that she had never glimpsed was more terrifying than the greatest divine species in her cognition?

The next moment, her expression moved.

Faint roars continued to come from the landing point of the sky strike, ringing in Jibril's ears, each sound was closer than the previous one, and each sound echoed clearly in her heart, as if the noisy rain could not stop the thunder.

"Bang——"

Accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, the god who stepped out of the darkness without any trace stared at Jibril below with his true red eyes, laughed, and made his second action in this battle.

Roland gently waved his arm at the sky covered by smoke and dust.

A sound like a breeze suddenly sounded, and the crushed spirit body, the violent energy, and even the distorted space around were integrated into one, disappearing into the depths that Jibril could not peek into.

Then, all the sounds disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

The sky strike that had not yet fully spread out disappeared directly like a withered flower, leaving only the ravaged atmosphere as evidence of its existence.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the black gap that covered the blood-red sky outlined a teasing smile that was exactly the same as Roland's before.

"Then please give me your guidance in the days ahead, Jibril?"

As he spoke, Roland slowly descended, and finally landed in front of Jibril, and picked up the young girl directly.

"However, although I already know, the characteristics of the Flügel are still very strange."

Even though she was a plump girl before, Jibril now looks like a child, with a fair and cute face, a tender body, and even the dreamy purple-pink long hair has shrunk in the same proportion, becoming more in line with her current appearance.

And the originally loose clothes became tattered under the release of energy, making her only a step away from being naked.

As if she hadn't digested what had just happened, Jibril frowned slightly and pouted subconsciously.

"Well, but she's still cute after shrinking, right?"

Roland stroked his chin, carefully looking up and down at the little girl in his arms, without any scruples, curiously touching the fine hair on Jibril's wings behind her waist.

Attracted by the itch on her back, the little girl regained her senses and looked at Roland, who was close at hand. She immediately stared at him with her moist eyes and made a pitiful expression. If it was an ignorant person, it would be easy to be sympathetic.

"I lost... Then, do you want to start now?"

Hearing the dangerous words spoken in such a childish tone, even Roland couldn't help but be stunned.

"You are the one who provoked me, why do you look like a victim?"

"Because this childish attitude is the only thing you can use. In this war, killing and being killed are common things. Only by not letting go of every chance to survive can we call it a struggle."

"You are really open-minded..."

Roland looked down at Jibril's fair and cute face, and laughed helplessly... Then he mercilessly tickled her feathers.

"Hahahaha——"

Jibril, who was unable to resist, laughed crisply, but soon turned into a breathless panting.

The wings of the Flügel are the main passage of the Elf Corridor and their most sensitive part. Although they have been teased by the elders of the race when they were unable to resist, they are completely different from Roland's methods.

"What...what is this?"

Through the rhythmic rhythm and the skillful methods, Jibril, who was breathing rapidly, showed an excited look.

"It's just a skill from another world. Although it's just massage, it's also a super high school level talent," Roland curled his lips, "However, for you who are currently using all technology and development for war, this should be knowledge from another world."

"You actually admitted it..."

"There's nothing to hide, right? After realizing that I'm unknown, didn't you understand this?"

Roland is from another world.

Let's not talk about the Earthly Wrong and Type-Moon, in the world of No Game No Life, this is not difficult to detect.

In this eternal war, all chess pieces have traces of existence, and adding or subtracting them will attract widespread attention, especially the more powerful the object.

What's more, in the magic system of the elves, there are techniques that use the properties of another world, and this concept is not unfamiliar to them.

The only thing that makes Jibril doubt is how Roland did it.

Unlike the God of Victory who claimed to have woken up from his deep sleep and found himself in a strange and alien world, Roland's attitude made Jibril much more excited.

The knowledge and power from another world made Jibril, who loved knowledge more than killing, an almost irresistible temptation.

She immediately gave up the idea of ​​using the remaining spirits in her body to leave a communication spell, although it could not be released again for a while after being forcibly interrupted by Roland touching his wings.

Roland, who noticed this, couldn't help but laugh.

"You gave up struggling just because of the knowledge of another world and handed your life to others. Should I say you are too pure? Or too gullible?"

"Losers shouldn't ask too much. Rather than saying that I'm gullible, it's better to say that I lost to you, so I have this sense of being captured. Appropriate mystery is very attractive to the opposite sex."

Jibril's childish voice was full of seductive color, and her eyes were fixed on Roland.

"If it were those low-level races with pointy ears, I would rather self-destruct than endure even a moment of humiliation. By the way, if you plan to take me away, you'd better act quickly, because there is a troublesome senior who is always worried about me. After sensing the energy of the sky strike, he will definitely follow the traces to find me."

"If you are late, you will have to face the army of the Skywing species. Although you will not be afraid with your strength, the big noise will cause a very troublesome chain reaction later."

"Which side are you on?"

Roland shook his head helplessly and rubbed the girl's soft hair.

"But, whatever, I was planning to go there anyway, and you are here, so it's not empty-handed."

"Empty-handed?"

Jibril had not yet understood what Roland meant by this word, and she exclaimed in surprise in the enveloping darkness.

——

"Rick! It's almost here!"

"Rest here for a while, then it's time to go."

The boy wearing a mask and goggles raised his head and responded to his companion's call.

Although he told his companions to rest, he did not do so. Instead, he observed the surrounding environment with an expressionless face to see if there were any changes, and weighed the bag.

Although the situation of humans has improved a lot compared to when they were young, they have no reason to relax at all because they were born in such a world and have no right to choose.

The understanding of the war situation, the plan for future survival, and the most realistic thing is not to starve.

As a person chosen by the gods, all these difficulties are on the shoulders of the young man as the leader.

Although the safety of humans has been greatly improved in recent years, the problem of resources is still a threshold they cannot cross.

Food will not appear out of thin air. Even if he has already controlled this trend, it is common for him to risk collecting food like today.

Fortunately, the rich harvest still gave Rick a lot of comfort.

Although this is not close to the area of ​​the forest elves, due to the environment, there are still many mushrooms left. If the distribution quantity is controlled well, there may be some left to serve as future rations.

While Rick was thinking and observing, the scene in front of him made his body stiffen.

He didn't even blink, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I..."

Before Rick called out to his companion, the other party's eyes were cast over, and this action made the boy swallow the words in his mouth.

Although the other party looked not much older than him and was also a human, the confident temperament from the inside out was definitely not something that these humans who were struggling to survive could imitate.

And although the concentration of spirit bones here was not high, it would be difficult for humans to breathe without protective gear.

But the existence in front of him with a leisurely smile obviously didn't care about this. He walked towards Rick easily and stood in front of him.

Such a performance made Rick's heart sink. It was not that he ignored them as ants, but this was the worst case.

Even if he didn't need to overlap the person in front of him with the scene ten years ago, Rick guessed the other party's identity. In fact, when he saw the wings behind the little girl who was held by the other party with one hand and the halo on her head, he confirmed this.

Without a doubt, this was an event that would change his life again, but he was powerless to resist it.

Just as he took a deep breath and prepared to ask the other party's intention and purpose with the most humble attitude.

The young man who seemed to be radiating brilliance took the initiative to speak.

"I am Roland. This is my first visit, and I haven't had time to prepare any gifts."

Then, under the gaze of the confused Riku and the incredulous Jibril, Roland mentioned the girl of the Flügel with a smile.

"If you don't mind, take this little Ji that I just caught and stew mushrooms."

"Huh?"