I, the Heir of Heroes

"Your Creator was never after something like that."

Jia Luo sighed with disdain.

Attacking the strong with the weak is Jibril's great achievement.

But this way of existence, this record, is a complete negation of his creator.

—— Artosh's strength is born and destined.

That's why he wanted to understand the real definition of being strong.

And at this moment, it was simply the embodiment of the answer that God of War had been looking for all along, but she didn't realize it.

She is rightly carrying out the way of survival of the weak, becoming a powerful existence step by step.

This is what Artosh has been longing for.

"Is...is that so?"

"Hey, did you accept it without the slightest doubt?"

"Don't look at me like this. Among the Flügel, I am also an extremely humble, polite, and common-sense individual."

— oh, oh oh.

If there were ears in his head, he would probably have heard this impolite sound.

Jibril had such an auditory hallucination, but Galo continued to say:

"You are a completely non-conscious existence. Well, if you insist on giving a definite answer, you are the second object I focus on in this world. Chaos means unknown. If you can understand the purpose, then the object of attention All behaviors can be explained correctly. However, you are different, you are completely different from your own race and other creatures in the world."

"Although I really want to continue talking like this, but the time seems to be almost up..."

The inside of the pale monster's head has dissipated completely, leaving only the last skin and bones struggling to support it.

"If there is [next time], no, there must be a next time. So, for that time, let me give you a piece of advice..."

Jia Luo paused for a beat, and then said:

"What you lack is [self]. You don't have to worry too much about your own mission. Artoxiu created you but didn't limit you. Just respect your instincts. The meaning of [Fanwai] is to pursue the key to infinite possibilities .”

"...indeed, perhaps exactly as you say."

Jibril wanted to ask the truth, but she gave up.

After all, Feather, who is about to die, doesn't need to put too much energy on issues that still need time to think about.

Somehow, she understood that it wasn't actually what she was saying to herself.

"Your name, can you tell me?"

The lips of the girl who fell on the ground continued as if she was begging:

"My name? Um~ You have given me a problem. Whether [real name] has the effect I remember in this world is still unknown, so let me hide it for the time being."

Jia Luo paused for a moment to think, and finally refused in a calm voice:

"However, don't be sad and lost. In order to make up for this apology, I'd better give you something else."

While Jibril was disappointed, she showed a puzzled look. She turned her forehead to look at the monster that had almost disappeared.

"Don't worry, this kind of thing is definitely what you need, and it will also satisfy your endless curiosity. Of course, if you can continue to explore, then this trial, this battle, for both parties—"

——It’s the best of both worlds.

Jia Luo's words were blown away by the wind, leaving only scarlet light spots slowly floating past Jibril's young and gloomy body.

——She was saying inexplicable things until the end, she couldn't help but smiled wryly.

But while savoring the sense of accomplishment that filled her whole body, she suddenly felt a little bit left behind by that god.

Just as she was immersed in the tingling loneliness...

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Carry out the repairing technique on the spot! How about moving Mr. Abang here? Hurry up, everyone!?"

Hearing the extremely piercing annoying voice that suddenly sounded, Jibril couldn't help feeling exhausted——

This time, Jibril really lost consciousness.

Her consciousness gradually sank, but without the slightest ability to resist, she could only let the endless sense of falling surround her.

[Then... what is that? 】

Jibril's blurred eyes seemed to see it.

In this world made of pure [Nothing], the scarlet sun exudes a depth that is opposite to scorching heat.

Silt... Silt?

Then, the overwhelming black liquid submerged her.

Chapter 92 God Killing War

In the remote southern part of the mainland, in the middle of the lush forest at the central point, the grass dome boats of the elves circled in a circle, floating in the sky above this place in an extremely dense manner.The faintly detectable elf fluctuations are closely connecting the grass dome ships equipped with power furnaces according to some strange rules.

Countless dense black dots are busy working, and some elves who know the real situation, with extremely serious and worried expressions, manipulate the technique in their hands to carve lines one by one on the ground below a hundred meters.

The luxuriant forest is the foundation, and the symbols drawn are the body of the spell.