I, the Heir of Heroes

——Jibril still didn't understand 【Why she was blamed】.

"Although it's a bit impolite, but Senior Rafael, I want to ask you the other way around."

Therefore, this time she simply asked the question in reverse.

"Why do you conclude that you can't attack a higher existence by yourself?"

After listening to Jibril's question, it was Azrael who was still despised to answer.

"Because [it was like that]! Why do you need such a natural explanation now!?"

Maybe because he felt the same feeling, Rafael also nodded slightly, and said that [common sense]:

"Even the weakest individual of the Deity species is the embodiment and representative of a certain concept in this world. Even if Jibril's [Sky Strike] is twice as high as the average—let's say it is [Ten], then at that time The god incarnation equivalent to the dragon spirit species is [1000 million]... If you don't concentrate your power, there is a fundamental deficiency. You probably don't know this."

Yes, Jibril is of course aware of this fact, and launched a reckless attack based on this premise, that is because——

"That doesn't make sense."

——Definitely.

Being denied this [common sense], both Azrael and Raphael widened their eyes in surprise.

However, Jibril continued as if she was telling some self-evident truth:

"If that's the case, even if we gather fifty bodies—fifty times the power of a mere area, it's just a drop in the bucket. It won't even be able to penetrate the opponent's surface-covered defense, let alone cut off the flesh and blood inside. The bones are gone. If it is said that the strength is insufficient, then the predecessors existed in the historical wars. After all, they broke the meaning of this value and completely penetrated the essence of the gods—please explain.”

"……Well"

"Ah... this... this is..."

Azrael really couldn't say it—[I don't know] these words seemed extremely heavy.

She didn't know anything except the violence of numbers, the power to strike and kill them.

But—Jibril gave a reason for this [unknown]—put forward a [hypothesis].

"If five hundred individuals of the Flügel can challenge the target, then even I alone should be able to cause a certain amount of damage. But the reality is our result—"

Why do we have to say that this is a matter of course?

Jibril seemed to find it inconceivable from the bottom of her heart——with a questioning look full of "why don't you understand?", she said:

"I think there should be conditions. Any enemy has its own special and hidden weaknesses. A simple frontal attack is just a crushing of pure brute force. If I find this vital point with skill and knowledge, then even I can complete five The great cause of the Hundred Wings and Feathers Crusade—I don’t know if you can understand it?”

——After a moment of silence, it was Rafael who smiled wryly.

"Well, it is indeed an acceptable explanation. I admit, little sister, you are indeed the most special individual among us. The problems we think about have never been on the same level. So, maybe these problems will be solved soon. I can find the answer in the future, but what I have been concerned about is other more important things..."

Rafael paused, hesitated for a moment, and then made up his mind to continue:

"Did you know? Not long after you fell into a deep sleep, our city was attacked by the god you met. Lord, he was wounded in this battle."

The world suddenly fell into a pale and terrifying silence.

bang~

It was the elf fetal movement that shook even Abant in astonishment.

The ground collapsed and the space dismembered!

The original expression disappeared without a trace the moment she heard the news. Azrael floating in the air was full of inorganic and mechanical senses. She left Jibril without any regrets, and then took The ruthless eyes glanced at Raphael.

Blame, warning, or disappointment?

That gaze awakened the fear hidden deep in Raphael's heart, and the slightly trembling body had the most intuitive expression.

A huge elf matrix was suddenly built behind her, and she disappeared in an instant with her wings fully spread.

"I knew this was the result, can't wait for me to finish! But this is something you will know sooner or later... In the end, how long has it been since you saw the leader's expression?"

Looking at Jibril who stayed where she was, Raphael said with a wry smile.

Under the impregnation and impact of the elf's fetal movement, the treatment room that lost its support made a sound of collapse.

The Flügel active in other places were also attracted by this movement, and countless reasonable rings appeared in the surrounding space.

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The author is using love to generate electricity, so after finishing most of the work, he came back to update.

Chapter 78 The Flügel on the Path of Quest

This is between the thrones where the Lord sits.

After several months of repairs and transformations, all the Flügel who regarded this behavior as glory, racked their brains to infinitely magnify all the details that can highlight the greatness of the main god.

Sophisticated, luxurious, spacious...

In short, words that can be used to describe perfect things and buildings can be used in this place.

And this place, if it was normal, would open the front door gracefully, and come to Artoxiu with the blood stains and scars that show his achievements.

But now, it is a huge elf wave without any cover.After the construction of the spell halo is completed, it is the wings that appear in the air.

"Master Artosh,..."

Gently floating in the air, Azrael leaned her pretty body forward slightly, and the gasping Azrael finally calmed down as she watched the rock-solid stalwart figure.