Jibril's Supernatural Journey

Of course, she didn't have the idea of ​​using a divine strike. The "phantom book" judged that she didn't need a divine strike to face this planet. Jibril's own strength was enough to penetrate this planet and kill those who had surpassed the sixth level. Strong man, Otsutsuki Yui!

The reason why his attack was able to penetrate Jibril's defense was not only because Jibril's reduced surgery revealed flaws, but also because the opponent surpassed his mother and surpassed the level of the Six Paths as early as a thousand years ago!

The power that has reached the second stage of God's Domain, beyond!

In fact, Jibril is also at this stage, but even if she is of the same level, it is very different!

At this moment, under the control of the magic book, Jibril's power was condensed to the extreme for the first time!

The endless brilliance condensed into a long spear and formed a clear spear shape.

Unlike the usual sky strikes, the usual sky strikes just barely maintained the shape of a gun, and then threw it out to make it explode.

But at this moment, the smooth gun body and the patterns faintly corresponding to the elf lines on Jibril's body were also engraved on it, revealing a mysterious and sacred atmosphere.

In order to kill the lawful beings, all the elf powers were completely contained, and a real magic gun was formed. Even Jibril did not expect that the completely constricted sky strike combined with the law-targeting spear. The characteristics are combined together, and the sublimation has been completed!

If I had to say it, this is the real smash hit

"The Spear of Longinus!"

A shot was thrown down, passing through the past and the future, and a shot that was absolutely unavoidable even with the highest mystery of time and space!

In an instant, something seemed to penetrate, and there was a clicking sound.

A huge void appeared in the sky, and a meandering crack appeared!

In this moment, the laws of the world are broken

Chapter 29 Sweet Dreams

The sky fortress, the fantasy species named Abant Heim, is a vehicle for the god of war, and it circulates elf energy internally, and its existence itself is a different world.

Inside Abant, the Flügels were flying happily, some Flügels were holding an inexplicable big stomach competition, and some Flügels were reading books and experimenting with new spells from time to time.

And on the highest throne, the figure like a pillar of heaven and earth that stood there, the god of war Artoius, was no longer on it at this time.

There was no figure on the solitary throne.

And if you look down, you can see that Arto Xiu has disappeared from the fierce momentum, but is quite kind, sitting on the steps with his head supported.

And there, the various Flügels floated in the air around a rainbow-like figure with smiles.

"Jeep sauce!!"

Azrael hugged Jibril and rubbed her cheek, making her come back to her senses.

"Jeep Sauce Jeep Sauce Jeep Sauce is so powerful meow, he actually defeated the master meow, it's really amazing meow!!"

Rubbing Jibril's face, Azrael had a doting smile, but she exuded her own joy like an idiot, and Jibril grabbed her head and separated it.

"Senior Azrael, don't look at me with that expression, it's disgusting!"

Jibril said these words subconsciously, and then was slightly taken aback.

Jibril?

The legendary Jibril, the archangel on the left side of God, Gabriel?

Why do you call me Jibril?

Such doubts were only for a moment, and then they were left behind by her.

Because a Flügel female came to her.

"Well done, you will be our new master in the future!"

Raphael smiled and said softly.

"Sister Raphael, your injury?"

Jibril looked at her in surprise. In her memory, Raphael's wings and halo had been broken, and she had lost an eye.

And now, the current Raphael is unscathed.

"What are you talking about? Yesterday, I forced my injury to be repaired. Really, I'm so overbearing, and I don't understand my sister at all." Dissatisfied, she knocked Jibril's head, and Raphael said helplessly.

Having said that, she remembered.

It seems that Raphael's injury is because she did not take the initiative to treat her injuries, and at the same time reached some kind of agreement with Arto, not because Arto couldn't be cured. Yesterday, she ignored Raphael's wishes and forced to repair her injury, looking at Raphael. Phil's helplessness revealed ~ a little gentle look, Jibril scratched her head embarrassingly.

"hey-hey."

There was a kind of simple and cute laugh, Jibril's cute scene suddenly made many Flügels sprouted, and they all looked at her with star-like eyes, revealing some kind of Jibril feeling a little bit. Dangerous look.

That look seemed to be trying to eat her.

Delusion?

She shuddered violently, and it was only at this time that she remembered that she had defeated Artosh a few days ago, and gave Artosh a new meaning of existence with her mouth cannon, and then obtained the Star Cup.

It was like a dream, which made her smile like a reassurance.

"host…"

Looking at Arto, Arto looked kind, and he could see a gentle expression.

Although tall and full of steel-like meaning and body, once he smiles softly, he is also full of fatherly love.

"I have to say that you did a really good job. In the end, no, it should be said that my master is right!"

With a smile, Artosh stood up, and Gundam's figure, just standing up, would exude strength wantonly, and even the world would tremble for it.

But at this moment, as if he had lost his heart, or maybe he had found something new, he looked like he just wanted a tall father, and with a smile, he gently stroked Jibril's head.

"host…"

The light of the cross in the amber-like eyes was flashing, and with a adoring, slightly red smile, Jibril was a little shy, but it was rare.

The surrounding Flügels smiled, and some picked up the camera and snapped it. Presumably this photo with a different cuteness will circulate to the entire Flügel, and perhaps most of them will be posted on their bedside tables and reflected on the throw pillows. let's go.

"Anyway, I'm yours now, hahaha, I really didn't expect that you did it!"

With a sigh, Artho smiled very happily.

At this time, the Flügels also arranged the things needed for the banquet one by one. For the Flügel, and even the divine wine that could work on the gods, they were all created with star cups.

"To bless the birth of our new Lord, and cheers for the fulfillment of our Lord's wishes!"

A blond Flügel, with a body that is not inferior to Azrael and Jibril, with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised a cup and said.

"Sister Michael!"

Jibril looked at this gentle elder sister helplessly. Michael was a Flügel created by Artesius at his peak. If the indicator of strength alone is even higher than Azrael.

Just rare, very mild in character.

Of course, the nature of the Flügel would not change.

"Haha, it's a matter of course to celebrate!"

Artosh had no air at all, he picked up a glass of wine and poured it down, happily mingling with the Flügels.

"May our Lord's wishes be fulfilled, and may our youngest sister, the new Lord, live forever!"

And many Flügel were also cheering, and then there was a lot of trouble.

Even as the corners of her mouth twitched, a cake flew through the air and was printed on her face.

Helplessly wiped the cake off her face, Jibril saw Azrael flying over, and shouted with a smirk, "Jip-chan's face is dirty, meow, let me lick me!"

With a slutty smile, Azrael stuck out her tongue.

With a faint anger, Jibril directly put her hand on her head, and then threw it violently.

In an instant, there was a huge roar from the outside world, and the airflow of the aftermath made the whole scene even more chaotic.

"The happy life you've been dreaming of!"

With a smile, Jibril fought with her many sisters.

The planet was reshaped the moment it got the Star Cup, all races were at peace, and a federation was created and developed.

At the same time, they are constantly searching for new worlds, bringing new knowledge, spreading the flames of war and fear, and spreading the coercion of Flügel throughout the heavens and the world!

Days like this continued, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years passed by.

Jibril sat lazily on the throne, and Raphael kept kneading her shoulders behind her.

Below is Artesio, followed by some faces that have never been seen before.

There are males and females, and there is only one thing in common, that is, great power and eternal faith.

Later, through the special dimension space, you can see the three thousand worlds connected by the special flow below Disbod!

Based on Disbod, it oppresses the existence of the three thousand worlds, and is called to bring war and peace, eternal development, forward, the existence of the Lord of the three thousand worlds

Chapter 30 Desbord

Jibril's eyes revealed a look of eternal happiness, and she was indulged in a beautiful dream. She fell into an eternal period of burnout just like the old Artesu.

Like a happy smoke to cover her true heart, it shrouded her permanently, mist covering her eyes.

But unlike Artosh, she fell into a happy state, a good life, family, Flügels, and loyal subordinates, enough to withstand the world she gave to the war.

Foods that never get tired of eating, unlimited energy, games that never get tired of, constantly discovering objects that can be killed and fighting at will, and then will be paid under his command.The expanding world is constantly being conquered, and the strength and realm of endlessly growing stronger.

With everything, most importantly, she has happiness.

Unlike an insatiable human being, her heart is full of satisfaction and happiness. On the basis of her satisfaction, she continues to pursue the unknown, and then turns the known into the unknown, enriching her foundation, and constantly leaping forward. own limit.

She fell into a state of perpetual happiness, with a pair of soft hands behind her lazily curved body that kept her body revealing a little bit of comfort.

At first glance, it was a dreamlike situation.

Yes, it's like a dream.

Realizing this again, Jibril closed her eyes gently, and when she opened it again, the light of the cross bloomed again.

Raphael, who was behind him, stopped his hand, and hugged Azrael, who was coming over to sneak attack, in his arms, preventing her from making trouble.

Jibril ignored the reactions of the others and just stood up gently.