Jibril's Supernatural Journey

Jibril's Supernatural Journey Author: Little Fox

Reincarnated as Jibril, holding the Dimensional Gate to travel between planes, ending the war 6000 years ago.

Go beyond your own limits countless times, create a new cultivation system, and become the only master god of the secretary of Vientiane!

Second real name: Jibril (female).

Hand-picked heroine: White Night King (Original Star).

Friends of Hime: Orihime Inoue, dependents: Kaguya Otsutsuki, Toys: Tornado of Trembling, Unohana Eight Thousand Ryu.

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Volume 6000 "Game of Life [-] Years Ago" Prologue

A dark place, no space, no time, only a single consciousness, thinking in ignorance.

who am I?

where am I?

What should I do?

It was pitch black, and a confused soul wandered, and as time went on, she finally regained some sanity after a long time.

And at this moment, something was engraved in my heart.

That instinctive kindness emerged in his heart, and he seemed to be moved by the new life.

The other is killing intent.

Kill kill kill kill! !

Will see everything destroyed, be loyal to one's own desires, trample wanton, and ravage others for pleasure.

Just like instinct, it feeds on hatred, war, and blood.

And the end of killing intent is

Kill the source of that kindness.

If the first concept is her subjectively derived concept, then the latter is the reason for the creation of this body, and contains deep expectations.

The source of kindness, looking forward to her being able to kill herself!

The two concepts are entangled, conflicted, and contradictory, almost making the little soul feel the pain of being torn apart.

Undoubtedly loved, that warm feeling, the latter is its own meaning.

Painful, unbearable, contradictory, divided.

Without even giving her extra time, the light appeared.

She stepped over the light in front of her and opened her eyes slightly. As if in a dream, what she saw was on the throne, about three meters high, with a mighty and majestic body like steel, a simple and majestic face, and the slightly With a smile, you can even call it a 'loving' face.

so warm...

Looking at the strong figure in front of her, this was her first thought.

Its master, its father, its existence to be killed!

Her pupils suddenly dilated, is she loyal to her own desires, or is she loyal to the meaning of her existence!

There was a violent conflict between the two, and the moment he saw his face again, a strange feeling emerged from the innocent soul.

It seems that blood is thicker than water

The two conflicting feelings ceased to conflict in an instant, and a strong will erupted under the leadership of the innocent and young soul.

A geometric magic circle appeared in the air, exuding a ferocious deterrent.

As if complex geometric patterns were operating, a large amount of elf power was condensed, compressed and compressed, connecting this newly born life, this body elf corridor to neurodegeneration, and the whole body turned into a circulating elf power, from the elf corridor. A large number of elves are extracted from the source trend, and they are used as props and weapons.

God-killing weapon

Fluttershy!

"Sky Strike!"

The words full of charm sounded from her slightly raised lips, followed by a strong airflow.

The attack that was enough to split the sea and destroy the sky was sent out, and the endless spirit power condensed into a spear, which crossed the distance of space and appeared in front of the mighty man.

Boom!

Violent airflow surged, and there seemed to be creatures with the same body structure as her being blown around, and she could even hear a female voice screaming faintly, but she ignored it and just stared at the man in front of her.

It seemed a little unexpected, but the man was still calm, and the attack that was enough to destroy the continent broke apart in front of him, and finally turned into a shredded starlight, dissipating like a dream.

There was no surprise on her face. Before the others could react, she gently knelt down on one knee and spoke softly with her oriole-like words: "The final individual, Jibril, here is my tribute to you. Highest respect!"

The geometric magic circle above her head, the aura of light revolved on her head, the long rainbow-colored hair was dragged to the ground when she knelt down on one knee, and the amber eyes flashed with cross lines, full of unknown meaning.There are a pair of white wings on the waist, the plump figure is bulging forward and backward, and the lips are full of maturity and temptation, full of intellectual atmosphere.

And the whole body exudes an overwhelming sense of existence, and even other existences have lost their luster.

Only the man on the throne, like the god of gods in the center of the world, the god of war who oppressed the three thousand worlds can be compared with him.

The two of them stared at each other, like a thousand years

Chapter 1 Jibril

"The ultimate individual, Jibril, hereby pays the highest respect to you!"

With a chuckle, Jibril said the second sentence after her birth.

The first sentence is

Heaven strike!

"What is Jeep-chan doing, meow, you turned the sky strike at the master, meow!" A nervous voice sounded, and anyone could hear the scream.

However, it was ignored.

The two looked at each other, only the existence of each other in their eyes.

Only Azrael noticed one thing

When Jibril knelt down on one knee, she didn't put the magic circle behind her head!

If you put the halo behind your head, it is a declaration of allegiance, and it is the supreme etiquette of the Flügel!

However, in front of its main God of War, she did not do it!

What that means, it couldn't be more obvious.

The original individual named Azrael, with trembling corners of his mouth, looked at the wing of a god in front of him, and the two still looked at each other.

Finally, as the creator of Jibril, Artosh said, "What do you mean, Jibril."

Huge power, star eyes with power, deep and sharp eyes, even just sitting there, exudes a huge sense of existence, and even screams as long as you look at it, but existence itself is the center of the whole world!

The ferocious aura full of oppression, even if it is not aimed at anyone, will make people feel extremely frightened.

However, in the face of such an existence, Jibril watched and stood up gently.

The huge wings on the back spread out, like a pure white angel descending.

"In the darkness, I used to be lost."

Jibril gently closed her amber eyes and covered her chest with her hands.

Beating strongly, it belongs to the movement of life.

When Jibril spoke, Artosh didn't move, just listened quietly, acting as Jibril's audience.

"You are the god of war, Artesio, the existence of the mighty three thousand worlds! And I am your wings, your servants, children, the meaning of our existence!"

Jibril showed a faint chuckle, and there was a hint of admiration in her eyes, just like a child looking at her father.

Even Azrael was stunned, these words spoke her heart.

"However, apart from that, I deeply feel your heart, your grief, and the emptiness hidden under your mighty exterior! The reason I created contains your expectations, becoming an existence that can kill you!"

The moment the words fell, the surroundings stagnated.

Whether it was Azrael, or even the entire city began to vibrate, screaming and widening her eyes.

"The meaning of Flügel's existence is to kill the Lord!"

Without hesitation, Jibril told the cruel truth.

She, who was born as the first wing, has already faintly noticed that the meaning of their existence is not to act as a weapon for the God of War, but a weapon to kill the God of War!

It is this cruel fact that they would rather give up thinking and deliberately not understand the heart of the God of War.

Not really because of fear of blasphemy against the God of War and against the Lord.

Quite the contrary!

Now for the first time, such an intuitive image comes to mind.

Fear, panic, and even in an instant, killing intent appeared to the long-awaited, even extremely favored sister.

However, she couldn't make any moves, because as its master, the king of kings, the god of gods, the god of war did not speak!

"However, you are our master of the Flügel, our common father, and I will never be able to do what you expect. Even you give up, my lord, Artosh!" Jibry Er looked directly at that fierce gaze, without wavering in the slightest.

Although slightly disappointed, Artosh didn't speak, looking at Jibril's eyes, he thought there was more to come.

After all, after getting along day after day, the Flügel was already equivalent to her child, and naturally it was impossible for the Flügel to bear such a cruel fate.

What's more, their strength is not enough.

So, what was Jibril's intention in bringing this up?

Ignoring Azrael, whose eyes brightened and even dismissed the killing intent, turned her head to look, Azrael looked at the God of War dully.

Seeing his slightly disappointed but loving eyes, she realized for the first time that she might be wrong.