I, the Heir of Heroes

"--Say."

The salty sea breeze blew past with scorching heat, slightly lifting the holy skeleton wrapped around Jia Luo's waist.He turned around and walked towards the throne Trasil built for him behind him.

"What kind of mood did you take to challenge my lord!"

She finally asked the question that had troubled her for a long time.

Those extremely shining eyes were full of longing and curiosity, and Jibril, who leaned forward slightly, was flapping her wings unconsciously, waiting for an answer.

"How do you feel? What a stupid question!"

Jia Luo, who leaned on him and propped up his forehead, showed a look of surprise, and then chuckled.

"Don't you understand this feeling now!"

A word to wake up the dreamer.

——Jibril laughed with a sudden realization.

The beating of the heart and the boiling of the blood are definitely not the reason for being able to survive in front of other gods.

The feeling that makes my whole body tremble non-stop is purely...

【No matter how strong the enemy is, no matter how many times I repeat the defeat, I will attack you】

This kind of joy that yearns for victory even on the verge of death!

The girl was relieved, and her eyes gradually became bright and solid.

Jia Luo noticed, and then showed a satisfied and appreciative smile.

"Then Yuyi, knowing that you will never be able to defeat me, will you continue to challenge me forever from now on!"

The gods asked back with a cheerful voice.

Chapter 82 The Fool

As if following the great mythical confrontation with the Deities, Jibril's will has no superfluous elements.

The role-playing has never been reversed. From the beginning, she used her life as a bargaining chip, throwing everything on the scale of the transaction, hoping to gain the meaning of her life here.

As a [weak person], he was able to charge towards the [strongest] without hesitation. What kind of meaning is hidden behind this kind of action?

Once, Zhonglong would rather choose to die than tell God of War the answer.

——Artosh fell into trouble for thousands of years and never left the throne.

And at this moment, as an extension of Artosh, Jibril responded quickly by instinct:

"Of course it's impossible... This will only last until the day you cut off your absolutely invincible head!"

Without a trace of guilty conscience, Yu Wing's resonant voice echoed in Jia Luo's ears.

With a happy smile, Jia Luo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's a very meaningful answer. If that's the case, then there's no need to waste time—this time you should also enjoy the taste of miserable scattering."

"Of course, if you can get out of here alive and appear in front of me again with this will—no problem, then boldly raise your request, your question! I will answer your answer in your unchanging defeat .”

Jia Luo's emotions rose inexplicably. Ever since he came to this world, perhaps, only the emotional fluctuations when he created the family can compare with this moment.

The Burning Sun answered Galo's call, and the blinding sun annihilated the shadows that hung over the ocean.

Jia Luo slowly sat up straight.

That terrifying abyss-like pressure enveloped Jibril's heart again.

The wings spread out violently, and what was subconsciously grasped in the palm was an armament made entirely of elves.

The phantasmagoria under her feet had no intention of interfering at all, but it was this arrogance that equated to contempt that made Jibril bend slightly, grinning her lips in an attacking posture.

——This is not a myth, Jibril recalled in her heart.

At the place of the original battle, on the battlefield where all the Flügel were held back, what exactly was the Lord talking about, thinking about, and expecting from the Deity species in front of him.

Although the interests are endless and the curiosity is ready to move, but what does that answer mean to me?

She is [an extra individual]!

It is also the last individual!

So, she is different from other sisters.

Myself - by no means the strongest.

To launch a second challenge to the gods in front of you, most of them will still lose, and then you need to do your best to survive.

She is a veritable real loser.

On the other hand—the Deity in front of her was a loser just like her.

Facing the Lord's power to destroy everything in one fell swoop, the inevitable defeat did not show the expected decadence and depression at all.

even--

More passionate and joyful!

Is this what the Lord God expects?