"The most advanced technique I can use-"Unlimited Repetition of Virtual Flower". "

The **** of nature put his hands together, as if he was infused with some faith.

If this planet is also eager for "nature" to re-cover the earth, then it will bring him victory.

This is the ambition of Kainas on the Star Cup.

——Save this planet that was barren due to war.

"Entrust everything to me... the tortured planet."

Void flowers spread.

The word speed can no longer be used to describe it.

They are neither "fast" nor "slow", just like a conceptual state in between. The only certainty is that the flower of illusion is growing.

Kainas took advantage of the creatures' desire for "nature" to connect to the elves corridors of this planet.

Forcing everything to succumb to the wishes of the planet.

If Rope is a normal-born **** and does not have the power to ignore everything like the God of War, then this trick is indeed fatal.

But he is the juvenile body of the evil god, the demigod of the multiverse.

What is the origin of a world that is not strong, even if it is used by Kainas?

In ancient times, in the vast war of order and chaos, the so-called "world" was nothing more than an "alley" in street fighting.

Many powerful evil gods even destroyed the "city" with "alleys" in their fury.

Rope is on this path.

""Divine Art. Ni Suzheng". "

It's not over yet.

"Plus, "the sigh of the living." "

Phenomenal and physical attacks, driven by the power of the deep blue demon **** like a deep sea, were launched at the same time.

Facing the illusory flower.

Also aimed at Caiinas who was surrounded by flowers.

...

Very far away from the southern part of the mainland, it can almost be called the "opposite" place, the fortress of the skywing species, the fantasy species "Abant Heim" is drifting around the planet as usual.

At the very edge of the Skywing City, a young girl with long hair in spectral colors is looking into the distance.

Beside her, sitting cross-legged was a young Tianyi with emerald green hair.

"Extra Entity" Jibril, "First Fan Entity" Azriel.

"It's so fierce..."

Jibril's expression was a little dazed, and the cross-patterned pupils were gleaming like spirits.

She is watching the battlefield of the spirit seed.

Just like other high-level beings in this world.

Divine Spirit Seed and God Spirit Seed-a rare conflict in 10,000 years.

"Senior Azriel, how long do you think it will take the God of Disaster and Kainas to tell the winner? I remember that Senior and Senior Raphael spent enough time..."

"There is no contrast."

Before Jibril finished speaking, Azriel sighed and replied.

"If the opponent of the **** spirit species is the **** spirit species, then the battle will end in a very short time. They no longer need a physical contest. It is not so much that the **** spirit species itself is fighting, but the spirit of the two sides is comparing. Competitively, these scenes are just "aftermaths" showing the overbearing side of their respective spirits—the usual way they are. "

"So, can't we get out now?"

Jibril turned her head and looked at the leader of the Skywing.

"Even if it is "comparatively superior", surely one of them will be weak, right? Isn't it the best time to cut off the weaker leader? "

"Master Artesh ordered Meow, if it is the God of Disaster, as long as it does not target the Skywing Species, he will not intervene."

"...What exactly is Master Altsius expecting?"

Jibril frowned.

In other words, she thought about it but didn't want to admit it.

Because the last Skywing girl always regarded that as her responsibility and the meaning of her birth.

"How can the creation understand the great thought of the creator?"

Azriel stretched out.

"Since Master Artesh has said so, then we are obedient to the weapons, where are there so many and why... wait."

She looked at Jibril warily like a dog with a keen sense of smell.

"Xiao Ji, my sister will never allow you to act without authorization this time! Don't even think about looking for the **** of disaster! The lesson last time was not enough, Meow!?"

"...Senior loves to talk and laugh, how could I disobey Master Art's orders."

Jibril chuckled and raised his pure white wings.

Floating in the air, and then returning to his residence.

The expression that obviously didn't intend to follow orders, because he turned his back to Azriel in time and was well hidden.

If she is willing to obey orders obediently and follow the rules, then she is not an "extraordinary entity" Jibril.

——This is the expectation that God of War gave when he created her.

Chapter 34 The collapse of nature, the oldest spirit species recovered from the universe

The earth is broken, the abyss appears, and the waves of the endless sea gush out.

The sky is shining, and the ring of virtual flowers shines with vitality and natural principles.

The space splits, and layers of blooming flowers hang down in the pitch-black gap, spreading outwards with Kainas as the center, and the petals are embellished very similar to the mandala pattern.