The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"Long time no see, little feather..." Bailong spread his wings, "I've been waiting for a while this time, are you ready for the sixth defeat, or..."

"Please rest assured, this is the last time." Jibril said with a smile, "I will cut off your head with my own hands."

She smiled, but the blood in her body was already boiling hot, her heartbeat was speeding up, and her fighting spirit was boiling. As a killing weapon, she felt the joy of killing. Time, she spent a longer time recovering, a longer time researching, a longer time adjusting her mentality, learning and progressing, and found the possibility of hunting dragon spirits.

Today, she will hunt and kill the dragon spirit alone, proving that the false strength will eventually be broken by the weak... This is what she can tell!

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It used to be the place where the god of war and the final dragon fought, and the place where the myths that existed in fact clashed, but now there is neither the god of war nor the bones of the dragon. also no longer exists.

At this time, there are only a pair of wings and a reptile here.

Jibril laughed silently, her smile was full of confidence and mockery, both mocking the dragon and herself.

No matter what happened in the past, what my lord Artoxiu said, what the final dragon said, all of this is no longer important. Although she was very curious in her heart, she didn't ask, maybe she wasn't qualified enough to touch it, maybe It is the self-consciousness of being weak.

...the weak.

Jibril defines herself so much. In the eyes of too many races, her power can penetrate the sky and tear the earth apart. The power of sky strike can easily destroy a city. The schemes laid out for a long time became meaningless in an instant... This is the result of her strength, her strength.

But even so, she still deeply realized the fact that she is a weak person.

Because, in the past five challenges to this dragon, she didn't even win a single one, and she didn't even have a chance to penetrate a small scale of the opponent. In the face of such a strong enemy, claiming to be a strong person is simply ridiculous... But in the same way, this dragon is not a clever dragon, but a member of the dragon family, and it is not a fantasy or god species. If my lord does it himself, he only needs to flick his fingers lightly, and it will die.

In the final analysis, whether it is the white dragon in front of him or his broken wings, they are all weak.

This battle can't be called a continuation of the myth at all. It's just a ignorant battle where the weak challenge the stronger. It's really stupid, but it's so charming that she can't help but feel excited, and her whole body is full of strength.

"Your eyes have changed more than last time." Bailong flapped his wings, his blue eyes were deep: "Determined to become more Ling Ran, little feather, I ask you... this will definitely How many times do you have to repeat the battle of defeat? Just until you defeat me?"

"Defeat? What are you talking about, you hideous reptile..." Jibril covered her lips and smiled, her elegant tone like a lady was full of murderous intent: "I'm going to kill you!" You cut off your head and hung it on Abant Heim as an ornament... We Flügel are such a race, and we must get the head we are after."

She clenched her fists tightly, and her tone was unprecedentedly confident. Unlike the harsh words in the past, this time she really believed that she could hold the chance of victory in her hands, even if it was only for a moment.

"Very good." Bailong laughed out loud: "Very meaningful question and answer, although there is a certain deviation from the future I observed, you still walked on the same path, even better than what I saw. Even more outstanding, is it possible that he obtained the reserve of being a weak person from somewhere?"

"The Flügel don't need to be reserved, and neither do the weak." Jibril recalled the not-too-distant scene, recalling the weak who fought bloody battles, she raised the corners of her lips: "But of course there are gains... "

"Oh?" Bailong asked unhurriedly: "What is the harvest?"

"Possibility... the possibility of the weak defeating the strong!"

Jibril spread her wings, the pattern of the cross appeared in her pupils, the elf flowed according to her will, the violent wind and the turbulent flow of energy grazed her skin, and straightened her colorful long hair. There was a dull sound from the thundering strait, like a drum of war. She grinned and let out a laugh that was not elegant at all.

"Let's start... fighting!"

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In the space, Azrael bit the pine nut, showing a helpless expression: "Xiao Ji is really, showing such an excited expression, although in my opinion, it's not that I can't understand the aggressive personality of the Flügel, but she really It's a bit too abnormal, hunting is certainly gratifying, but doesn't she feel the danger of such a suicide?"

But Su Bai understood very well. When he first met this Flügel in the ruins, she was in the stage of loss after the fifth defeat, and she was not in a good mood. During the conversation, he knew very well that Jibril was an outsider. As an individual, her strength is naturally weaker than other Flügel... experience, elf equivalent, attack power, speed, etc... are all limited.

But because of this, Jibril is special, she has the possibility of 'growth' that other Flügel don't have.

The reason why the Flügel have such a long lifespan is that they are a kind of "spell" created by the gods, and they are individuals made up through special magic formulas. This is the fundamental difference between them and flesh and blood, and they get rid of the upper limit of lifespan. , Existence is the spell... Of course, the spell has a limit, because it is not a living body, so there is an upper limit to its output.

The value of ordinary Flügel is constant, and even if it fluctuates, it will rarely be violent, but Jibril is different. As a non-fantasy individual, she is born extremely weak, but her personality is extremely strong, so she is not content with her own weakness... …She even tried to use her own will to rewrite the spells that constructed herself, adding stronger defenses to herself, accumulating experience through battles, mastering more skills, and dominating more elves.

Jibril didn't trust the spells fabricated by the God of War, but instead strengthened them. This is a rebellious act in the eyes of ordinary Flügel, but Artosh acquiesced in this, including this challenge to the White Dragon. The God of War may Also high above the clouds, watching the final result of this battle, waiting for the arrival of the answer.

Azrael said she didn't understand, but in fact she didn't understand. This is not a lie, so she came to this place to watch the battle on purpose, just like a sister who dislikes being upright will check in a few hours in advance Like taking care of my clumsy sister.

Su Bai didn't express any superfluous opinions. It is best to see that the gods fight. If Jibril can find the weakness of the dragon spirit, he can also find a way to kill the dragon after this battle.

Originally, he planned to do so.

It's just that sometimes accidents always come unexpectedly.

Seeing that the two sides were stroking each other's big moves, a flame came from far to near, and the confronting dragon and the Flügel were separated by a flame. The black breath of fire evaporated the sea water, Jibril frowned. Frowning back, she looked at the several pitch-black dragons from far and near, and frowned: "You can still meet the same kind of people walking around at this time. You are lucky, Mr. Reptile."

She was very dissatisfied and suppressed her anger.

Because the ones who came were none other than black dragons who were also dragon spirits, they interrupted the duel of honor.

The white dragon was also calm, and looked at the group of dragons not far away... not just one, but a total of eight pitch-black dragons.

The leader is Yanlong, one of the three dragon kings, who controls the seven slave dragons under his command and soars from the distant sky.

Eight dragons, Haohaotangtang, formed a queue, and at a glance, they knew it was not a good thing. The violent aura was almost overflowing. They were not injured, but their bodies were dyed a little bright red. It seemed that they had just confronted someone, and their aura was a little sluggish. , happened to pass by here, and it was not Yanlong who breathed out, but one of the slave dragons.

Yan Long lowered his black dragon head and looked at Bai Long: "Long time no see, Lixuan Goert."

"Yanlong Aaron Leif..." Bailong replied politely: "It's been a long time since I greeted you, but my king is still well."

"Hmm..." Yan Long turned the dragon's head and looked at Jibril: "Is it... a piece of False God's feather? Or a broken one?"

"Broken? It seems that even the king of reptiles has no brains..." Jibril became angry and didn't even consider who the other party was. Broken, and even denounced my lord as a false god, your courage is not small!"

"Violent, rude, vulgar, and don't understand the difference in power." Yan Long said in a low voice: "Lixuan Geert, you have fallen, and you are only alone in fighting against such a broken existence."

"Your Excellency Yan Long, this is my business, this is my opponent." Bai Long said lightly: "No matter how much conflict I have with this feather, it is also a matter between the two of us, and you have no reason to intervene." .”

The dragon spirit species are not completely compatible, and there are also opposites. As the subordinate dragon of Conglong, this white dragon had conflicts with one of Yanlong's subordinate dragons, and Conglong and Yanlong also had disagreements. The main reason was that Yanlong Leading Conglong to participate in this ancient war, but Conglong chose to avoid the battle and not participate in the war. Therefore, white dragons are very rare, and most of them cannot be hidden.

Of course, dragon spirits don't kill each other, but there are often times when they don't like each other, but dragons are noble, and they rarely do such things as snatching prey and disturbing their own race, and they are very loyal to the contract they made. Doing it is already a bit disrespectful and shameless.

Because of the fall of the final dragon, Yan Long hated the God of War very much. He had no ability to seek revenge from the God of War, and he himself was not sure about challenging the Flügel army. It depends.