Jibril's Supernatural Journey

The last step was taken and came to the moon.

The far side of the moon, where the Moonsong capital is located, and its creator.

The gods and the moon chants were on the moon without the slightest movement.

During Jibril's deployment of the battlefield, the silence, including their gods, was eerily quiet.

At the moment when the arrangement was finished, Jibril glanced slightly, and the endless coercion carried the fighting spirit, and no one dared to touch the edge.

Including their gods, bowed their heads.

There was no sneer, no praise, just a plain glance, then turned around and came to the endless starry sky, this is the universe.

In an instant, all the spells were triggered, and the entire planet, including the back of the moon, had a projection spell in the entire world, and Jibril's figure was reflected in front of the entire planet.

The same is true for the human species. Before that, the human species did not live well, but Jibril was a human in the past, even though the humans on this planet may not be the same as the humans on other planets, but they are humans after all. Trivial help.

Of course, it's just some trivial protection. Jibril has no obligation to help them develop their own civilization. After the birth of Riku Dora, the last glorious planet on the planet, the luck of the human race will naturally condense again.

Naturally, even though Jibril only provided a shelter and a trivial shelter, and the time was still a little long, the human beings now have a simple mind and immediately recognized Jibril.

Noises, murmurs of fear, and curses, or worship.

Many people don't know what it means, but some people have already seen that the ownership of the planet, the star cup that has been pursued for countless years, is the reward on the stage.

Jibril chuckled lightly, and a star cup appeared in her hand.

This star cup has already been taken out by Jibril from the elf corridor in the depths of the world. Due to the conditions and Jibril's own persistence, the star cup has not been completely refined, but simply marked and taken out. That's it.

The star-shaped dodecahedron exudes a dazzling light. The ultimate thing that the gods have pursued for countless years is reflected in front of everyone, causing countless people to hold their breaths, and even their minds go blank.

"After today, the endless war will end."

Jibril spoke, making everyone return to their senses, and focused on Jibril.

That delicate face, beautiful facial features, slender and slender body, and long hair falling like a rainbow, this is the only source of light in the silent universe.

The amber-like eyes are like the most dazzling gems. The cross in the eyes is burning with raging fire, and the burning fire of war will make anyone tremble with fear.

Just pure fighting intent, it will crush the life of the entire planet!

"The stage has been set up. Today's protagonist is me, Jibril!"

"And my lord, Lord Artosu!!"

Words fall, space is torn apart, time is torn apart, and countless lines of cause and effect are broken.

A hand emerges from the emptiness of the universe, tore open the space with one hand, and come to a place of nothingness where ordinary people absolutely cannot survive.

Chapter 110: The Final Battle

About three meters high, the steel-like muscles are smooth and full of strength, the whole body is filled with the breath of iron and blood, and the wings behind him seem to have strength, which will limit all his collapse.

time, space, cause and effect.

Just standing here, the surroundings are distorted.

"Let me wait! Jibril!!"

Artixu raised a smile, and that brave and gratifying smile turned into the purest fighting intent.

"The stage has been set up, are you satisfied—"

Jibril bowed her head slightly, showing her respect for Artosh.

"Satisfied, very satisfied, as expected of..."

"Let's fight!!"

Artoxiu didn't finish speaking, he paused for a moment, and finally let out a roar, his muscles tensed for a long time, and a sense of comfort came from his body that had not been stretched for 5000 years.

As the god of war, the god of war in battle, the god of gods.

Sitting high on the throne, what is it like!

"Let me pull you down from the altar, my lord!"

Jibril groaned, her tone full of excitement and highness.

The wings behind it spread out, and the three-meter wings covered the sky and the ground with shadows.

There was a happy and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth. Whether Jibril or Artesu was looking forward to this battle, and even the Flügels who had changed, they were all watching this battle seriously.

Looking at the brave smile at the corners of Arto's mouth, this was the first time they saw the Lord's ecstatic smile.

The Lord, who has not smiled for more than 1 years, often smiled at the corners of Jibril's mouth after her birth. Coupled with Jibril's growth, there is no doubt that Jibril is special.

If the two of them get their wish in this battle, perhaps the sisters will call Jibril the 'lord'.

Everyone was vaguely looking forward to it, and there were even a lot of Flügel holding the drawing board and drawing Jibril's book with excited smiles.

"..."

With a brave and excited smile, he threw a punch, space was penetrated, time could not be stopped, and the lines of cause and effect collapsed.

The god of war, Artesius, has a very strong strength in four figures.

However, under Jibril at this moment!

The fists collided naturally, time and space were distorted, and a roar suddenly came from the quiet universe.

The universe, where there should not be sound, spreads a circle of fluctuations.

The two had happy smiles, and Jibril had the upper hand in terms of fists alone. It wasn't that Artesius was showing mercy, and it wasn't that Jibril's physical fitness had reached the level of a god of war who had lived for countless years. Having been on the throne for too long, my body and mind are slightly rotten.

With the fight between the two, one punch, one kick, time is distorted, space is broken, it is impossible to describe this battle, it is just a battle of fists and feet, without superb martial arts, it is better to say that the skills of God's Domain have already been honed into a punch In one kick, in just a short moment, Artixu swept away ten thousand years of decay and restored his peak fighting ability, and the two reached the point of evenness!

"How terrifying..."

Zhenhong Nilbalian looked at the battle projected on the ground, and at this terrifying scene, Zhenhong showed a gloomy smile.

"If I had known that I should have killed a waste like Kainas earlier, it would have been used as a stepping stone by others!"

Compared to the God of War Artosh, this fist-and-kick fight was even more terrifying.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying the ultimate attack of the opponent's use of spirit power is.

In terms of strength, Jibril and Artosh are actually similar, including spirit power.

But for the application of elf power, for the development of various properties, Jibril even blew up Artexiu, who had been alive for countless years!

Under this disparity, once it enters the final showdown, it is the moment when the result comes out.

The scene of Jibril killing Kainas at close range was extremely certain, and the battle between the two was Jibril's victory.

but……

"The final winner must be me!!"

True Red Nierbalen smiled, while Nina Clever, the women's clothing boss behind her, shivered.

"Will you help me, Nina?"

Zhenhong turned her head and smiled, and held out her hand.

Looking at the undisguised madness under Zhenhong's eyes, her trembling body stopped, and looking at Zhenhong's beautiful figure, she recklessly bloomed with her own charm.

Yes, like a flame, it burns, and sooner or later it will burn itself out.

However, if true red is flame, then he is a moth.

"Of course!"

Sweeping away the hesitation before, Nina smiled and grabbed the palm handed over by Zhenhong.

The protection series is ready

Ready to fire anytime!

On the other side, the Ex-Machinas looked at the battle in front of them, and countless data streams flashed in their eyes.

"Miss Jibril's winning rate is only 40.00%. In terms of strength, Artosh has the strongest spirit, which in itself symbolizes invincibility."

His face was as delicate as a puppet, and the man wore a cape and looked at the sky.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he said at this moment: "In terms of the calculated winning percentage, if the final winner is undoubtedly Lord Jibril."

"Winning rate, [-]%!"

When the emotional system has not yet fully developed, the Ex-Machine is a machine that has no emotions and no meaning in existence.

And now

"We are the Ex-Machina, and we will serve you as the master!"

The Ex-Machinas are a rational race, but once they gain sensibility, their loyalty will never change.

What Jibril gave to the Ex-Machina was a pure seed, each Ex-Machina was different, and each Ex-Machina developed an emotional system in its own way.

Constantly evolving, this kind of seed is more precious than the feelings of the original.

What remained unchanged was the true fiery heart of the Ex-Machina.

The main body of each Ex-Machina connection is another database within itself. Even if it is connected, it will not upload everything, just like everyone condenses together an external brain.

This method undoubtedly allowed the Ex-Machina to grow.

Pure machines are terrifying, but far less terrifying than today's Ex-Machinas.

I am afraid that it will only take a very short period of time to surpass the most powerful Flügel, including Artosh!

The premise is to get rid of the current Jibril.

On the other side, Ronnie Drauunier commanded the battleship, and this was the first time that two races that hated each other were united.

The goblin species, the forest spirit species, these two huge alliances have been at war with each other for thousands of years, and now, now that the two god species have died, the two races have begun to unite.

goblin, elf, goblin, giant, dragon, goblin

Except for a few races that could not form a unified legion, most intellectual races united and made some small moves.

However, a huge roar came, the terrifying pressure fell, and the powerful artillery shell punched a big hole in the Union Army, and everything was burned.

Looking up at the sky, a huge weapon of war, countless barrels were exposed in Abant Heim's body, and a huge eye opened, overlooking the coalition forces and battleships below.

Azrael led a group of Flügels, with a substantive killing intent and a blood-boiled fighting intent.