The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"Jibril?"

Su Bai almost didn't recognize her. If it wasn't for her unique appearance, the magic circle on top of her head, and the cross lines in her eyes, he might have mistaken her for another Flügel... But what is this appearance like? What's going on?

At that time, Jibril looked like a ten-year-old girl. She didn't have the aggressive attitude of Yujie before, but was too young.

Su Bai racked his brains for a while, and came to a ridiculous conclusion: "Are you attacked by a stand-in messenger?"

He remembered that there was a stand-in messenger in Stardust Crusaders who was very disdainful. He would shrink the opponent's age to weaken the opponent, punching the nursing home and stepping on the kindergarten.

"No, it's a weak state, and it's not what I like when I use all my strength to shrink back into this state." Jibril retorted with her cheeks puffed up. She hugged her knees and squatted in the recovery technique.

"It turns out that the Flügel fell into a weak state after using the Sky Strike, which means... shrinking into a young girl? This is not weakness but reverse growth, right? Are you guys pretending to be tender?" Su Bai put his hand on his forehead, and he raised his head. Thumb, let out a barbell-like laugh: "But I have to say, very thoughtful, damn it! This copper can be smelted, or is it legal to smelt copper... What am I talking about, sorry, I hit a wall to calm down. "

The difference between the Flügel's external posture and the weak posture is so huge that Su Bai couldn't help laughing wildly, so these angels of death may shrink into young girls during the battle at any time... What is this called, Cupid?

"Don't laugh!" Jibril stared, "Don't laugh!"

"Well, okay, don't worry, I'm a professional, no matter how funny it is, I will never laugh." Su Bai covered his lips: "Unless I can't help it."

"Ah, I'm so pissed off, you bastard, why did you suddenly appear here? This is Abant Huim!" Jibril smiled, "Yes, this is Abang Tehuim!" Mu, I've been in the restoration technique for five years, and you will appear here, which means...you're not dead?"

"Of course not. How could I die so easily." Su Bai shook his head, and he also sat cross-legged on the ground: "Back then when both Yanlong and Qiconglong were hunted down, I was safe and sound. Speaking of which, you also hunted alone. A white dragon... well done."

"That's a matter of course. I, Jibril, will do what I say. I will behead him if I say so." Jibril proudly held her head up: "Then why are you here?"

"I was caught by your older sisters, and you were yelling at each other, I was very annoyed." Su Bai sighed: "Then I thought about how to sneak away, and came here after a long circle. Maybe it's a coincidence, does it mean that it's hard to break the relationship between me and you in fate? It's really a bad relationship."

"Nie Yuan...you are still the same, just worry about me and just say it, although I have nothing to worry about." Jibril hugged her knees and asked: "I deliberately made a big circle to cover up the reason for seeing me, so The lies are too substandard."

"...Huh?" Su Bai raised his eyes strangely.

"If you want to leave, you won't enter this area. This is the recovery room, where there are a lot of magic formulas. If you draw a lot of elves, it will have the effect of banning space. Adding the space matrix, it's very complicated." Jibril rested her cheeks: "That's probably what happened."

"I think you may have misunderstood me..." Su Bai looked at the expression of the young girl Jibril, and thought for a while: "Forget it, let's treat it like this, I can see you before leaving Not bad."

"I like straightforward conversations, um... I also think that I can see you when I open my eyes, and I will feel good. It's incredible. I've only met you a few times so far." Jibril said with her wings Wrapping the body: "Are you planning to leave?"

"Ah."

"When?"

"It will take a while." Su Bai said uncertainly, "It won't be too long."

"It only takes five years for me to fully recover." Jibril tilted her head: "It's not a very long time, I'm a little bored by myself."

"Five years... Your concept of time is really different from mine." Su Bai shook his head: "I am a human being, and five years is too long. For you, it may be just a blink of an eye... there is no way to accompany you." You've been here for so long, it's fine to be with you for a few hours."

Jibril didn't quite understand: "Even those long ears have a lifespan of nearly a thousand years. You have received the protection of our lord, so you can live for a long time... Or, what are you in a hurry for?"

"There are a lot of urgent things to do." Su Bai put one hand on his knee: "Who else is waiting for me to go back."

"Go back?" Jibril frowned: "You are our family, you should stay here, stay in Abant Heim, this is your destination."

"No." Su Bai shook his head: "You and Azrael are both the same. You made a wrong judgment and came to a wrong conclusion...I am different from you, and I am destined not to stay here for a long time."

Artoxiu wanted him to be an enemy and a challenger, not a soldier under his command, a pawn in his hands...

In a sense, Su Bai is more important to Artoxiu. She can lose the Flügel and her followers, but she can't lose her challengers and opponents, otherwise her existence will lose its meaning... Use invincibility to flaunt it Self-strengthening is such an empty thing, there is no fun at all, only immature children are keen to trample ants to death.

"You are indeed more special than me." Jibril also admitted this: "The Lord has great expectations for you... After all, that adult always has an expression of 'Anyone is good, come and kill me'."

"As expected, you can see it too." Su Bai nodded in agreement.

"I have also released Sky Strike on my lord many times." Jibril smiled proudly: "But it is a pity that I couldn't get the Lord to get up from the throne. Perhaps the only way to awaken the fighting spirit of my Lord is I alone is not enough." She paused: "So, you don't need to leave, even if you stay here, I will be with you... even if it is to challenge the power of the Lord, or..."

"Jibril, you are a Flügel." Su Bai said without a word: "Flügel cannot disobey their creator, no matter how serious you are, no matter how sincere you are...you can't change your identity as a Flügel. In fact, even if you have a plan to kill God, your attempt is just an attempt and will not become a reality...It can only be used to please the Creator, and it is not really intended to kill."

He pointed to himself: "I'm different from you. Her gift is more like a curse to me, forcing me to become stronger step by step, and forcing me to move forward step by step... If I can't If you move forward, you will be assimilated, and you will be assimilated by the Flügel."

"What's wrong with assimilation?" Jibril stared at Su Bai with sharp eyes: "Is there anything wrong with the Flügel? We patrol the world under the majesty of the Lord, and we are the apostles of the strongest agent. We act recklessly, But live incomparably free, can challenge the strong, can trample the weak... such a life, isn't it good?"

"Very good, living like this is very free... I have witnessed the tranquility of Avant Heim with my own eyes. This place is simply a paradise and pure land. There is no open and secret fighting, no intrigue, and no troubles."

"In that case, why do you insist on leaving?" Jibril was even more puzzled: "On the ground, is it so good?"

"On the contrary, the ground is very bad, [-] times worse than here... You can spend five years in peace in the restoration surgery, while on the land, the weak ethnic settlements may disappear in less than five years. destruction."

Su Bai cannot deny that, except for the deadly point of all the women, it is more comfortable and free than any other country or race on the ground... He is qualified to make such a judgment, after all, he has been with orcs, goblins, humans, etc. The close contact and observation of various races and other races have lived together, and the final conclusion is that this place is indeed a pure land paradise.

Jibril clenched her five fingers: "Then why are you unwilling to accept the identity of the Flügel? Because of the Lord's will?"

"It has nothing to do with her, I just don't want to be assimilated by you, and I don't want to be immersed in this blood-stained happiness... Where do you think your happiness comes from? The happiness you enjoy is exclusively from the whole world Happiness is only this one, there is no more, and there is no less." Su Bai has no aversion to the Flügel, but has a natural isolation. From the beginning to now, he feels that the beauty here is like an illusion, completely isolated. out of the world.

"Only the strong can hold happiness. This is the truth of this world." Jibril never thought there was any problem with such a situation: "Or, this world doesn't make any sense."

"The world does not have reason, but people do." Su Bai said, "The strong should not kneel down, and the weak should not be bullied. This is my reasoning."

"If I were a fool who was greedy for life, afraid of death, and greedy for enjoyment, I would definitely accept this identity and gift without hesitation, and happily sing the song of 'Big Tuanzi Family' here... It's a pity that I can't even be such a fool. Su Bai laughed at himself: "I am more ignorant than a fool."

He didn't look at Jibril's astonished gaze, and continued: "It's a pity that the Flügel will never understand that you are born strong, and you will never be able to understand the feelings of the weak. Life and death are so understated."

Jibril couldn't answer, perhaps it was the first time she felt the impact of values.

Just as other Flügel could not understand her stubborn desire to challenge the dragon spirits alone, at this time she also could not understand the source of Su Bai's stubborn ideas, and could not understand his values... That is not a comparison of strength between the strong and the weak, It is not a fight between various races, but a more peaceful...more ordinary...more mediocre world.

You can't conquer each other, you can't fight each other, you can keep a calm attitude in the face of the weak and the weak, and you can't show your fangs in the face of the strong... How boring would such an ordinary world, such a boring world, without a blood-stained stage be?

Such a world is a paradise for the weak who cannot survive, but a hell for the strong who vie for hegemony.