Jibril smiled and said something absolutely humiliating.

Afterwards, she pointed to the city of Mori.

"Senior Azriel, is your "horn" a decoration? Don’t you notice something strange in the city with long ears? "

"……Well."

Although saddened by what the lovely sister said, Azriel turned her head and felt the flow of elves in the air with her unique "horn" in the winged species that day.

"...It's indeed a little different. This feeling is... "God Spirit Seed"? "

She opened her eyes, with doubts in her eyes.

"Why is it so weak? Cainas?... But if it were Caiinas, I shouldn't be able to feel it."

The **** of nature blends with nature, and the elves belong to nature. Azriel’s "horns" cannot perceive Kainas at all.

"Maybe something is wrong with that "air god". "Jibril said.

"I'm going to have a look."

"Wait meow! If Kainas really exists in that city, it would be very dangerous for Xiaoji to go!"

Azriel dissuaded, but Jibril showed no mercy.

She stared at Azriel and said.

"Senior Azriel and Senior Raphael can successfully hunt the spirit seed, can't I be stronger than you?"

"Stupid meow! Do you know how many Tianyi breed meows were invested at that time? Even Raphael suffered irreversible injuries. Only with the care of Master Toartsiu can he survive. If Xiaoji, you run over by yourself..."

"Reassured."

Jibril waved his hands and flew down.

"Just take a look, I'll be back in danger, Senior Azriel don't worry."

Azriel paused in the air, her posture a little awkward.

This youngest sister hasn't listened to her very much since she was born...

Forget it, let her go...

In the distance, the manipulated fantasy species "cloud vortex" gradually approached, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere along with the magic naval guns lit up by the Mori Seiki fleet.

Azriel flew in front of all the Skywing Species.

"Remember, don't take too many first-level meows! Even if you want to take the first level, you must make sure to do anti-corrosion magic this time! If an unpleasant smell floats in front of the throne of Master Artesh, you have to go Abangjun (Abangt Heim) clean it all! Do you understand me?"

"Yes~~"

The girls responded sweetly.

Azriel took a deep breath, showing a cruel and murderous expression.

"Then, please enjoy hunting meows!"

...

External wars, for the time being, cannot affect the interior of Mori's capital.

The magical protective barrier cuts off the screams of the forest spirits and the sound of the "Grass Dome Ship" falling continuously, and the city in the woods is unexpectedly quiet.

Rope stood in the extremely gorgeous temple of Kainas, stretched out his white left hand, and stroked the displayed tributes from left to right.

And finally, Kainas once sat on the throne of the wreath.

"Where are you? Kainas."

He smiled.

"I'm so close, can you still not perceive it? Or... You have perceived it, but you don't want to face me? What a weak and timid spirit species..."

The air is still silent, and there is no sound of the soul.

It seemed that Cainas didn't take Rope's provocation at all.

In other words, the persistence of this spirit species to its "way of nature" should override the humiliation of local language.

I have a headache...

If he keeps lingering and refuses to come out, Rope will have to destroy the "nature" of this world if he wants to solve Kainas. But it is undoubtedly quite troublesome, almost to the point of disgusting trouble.

Then ignore Kainas and turn the target to "God of Forging" Okan?

--Can not.

Leaving the fish that slipped through the net is to plant a bomb for himself. Rope will never pin his hopes on the "fairy tale plot" in the original book. He expects that other gods and spirits will act like mentally retarded non-interference when the "Star Cup" appears.

Because once there is an accident, there is no turning back.

"Oh, it's black hair."

The feminine voice rang in the empty temple.

Rope turned his head calmly and looked at the Skywing species landing on the platform at the door.

With gorgeous long hair like a rainbow, Jibril is holding the heads of two Mori species, half of his body is dyed red with the blood of Mori species, smiling, with a terrifying appearance of a killing angel.

This is her first encounter with the **** of disaster.

Chapter Seventeen "Extra Entity" Jibril, "Supreme Strike" above "Sky Strike"

Slightly. Slightly. Slightly.

The Tianyi species stepped on the ground made of pieces of stone, and the footsteps echoed in the Kainas statue.

The flow of elves surging in an instant, with the white wings of the Skywing species as the source, they gathered frantically.

"Although I really want to say, "Black-haired Mori is really rare", but you...you are not Mori, are you? "

It's not just the appearance of the ears.

And in Jibril's perception, if there is nothing, it belongs solely to the sense of threat that surpasses the Skywing Species.

It feels similar to Master Altsiu.

-God's spirit species.