Professional inheritance from the wrong place

Chapter 432 Say, why does Jibril smell like you!

"You are the one that Phil took away before, why are you here, haven't you already left?"

The captain of the guard noticed Lax standing in front of them as soon as he raised his head. He took a few steps back and questioned after staying away from Lax. You must know that they had seen Lax and Phil leave with their own eyes before, but now they appeared it's here.

Moreover, the most important thing was that he didn't notice any aura at all just now, and even the magic placed around him didn't respond at all, and Lax just appeared here so silently.

"Of course I'm coming back to play a game with you guys!"

Lax smiled lightly at the vigilant people on the opposite side, walked directly to the chair beside him and sat down to watch them, a terrifying momentum gushed out like a tide, and even the air was completely frozen.

"Play a game?"

The captain of the guard trembled and raised his head to look at the smiling Lax. The elves in his body had completely stopped flowing under his terrifying oppression. Even if he wanted to use magic, he couldn't even lift his fingers. Falling down under heavy pressure, he was looking at himself weakly.

Now he understands that he has no second choice, because the guy opposite will never let them go, the only way is to play games with him.

"Yes, the simplest game is also the one you are most familiar with, the magic game. Each of the two parties can only use the magic cannon three times. Whoever hits the opponent first will win. As a bet, I will help you do one thing unconditionally, whether it is Anything is fine, and you just need to plug some of your memories."

Lax lowered his head slightly and looked down at the only captain of the guard who was still standing on the opposite side. Originally, according to Lax's habit, he should have asked the other party to bet his life, and after winning, he would completely kill them from body to soul. After all Only the dead can guarantee the secrecy.

However, considering that the sudden and silent deaths of several members of the guard team would definitely be noticed by interested people, Lax decided to erase their memories from the rules.

"By the way, I allow all of you to participate in this game, which means that the five of you can attack me together. As long as one of you hits me, you will be considered victorious. It's very simple, right?"

".I agreed!"

The captain of the guard looked at Lax, who was leaning on the chair in front of him, and then looked at his teammates beside him. During this period of time, it was not that he had tried to contact for assistance, but there was no response at all. The only thing is that the surrounding area has been completely blocked by the guy opposite!
Of course, the reason why he agreed to this game so quickly was entirely because his teammates around him and him would soon be unable to hold on under the pressure of Lax, and the other party's request was only to erase part of his memory .

Moreover, deep in his heart, there is still a trace of fantasy. If they win, the bet on the other side will unconditionally promise them one thing. Erbalian's return of everything is enough to prove that with his identity, as long as their requirements are not too excessive, they can be easily fulfilled.

For example, they can also use each other's influence to become the nobles of Elven Gard in the kingdom of elves!

"Scatter! Then the game begins, swear to the covenant!"

"Swear to the Covenant!"

The corner of Lax's mouth was raised slightly, and the oppressive momentum in the entire room disappeared completely. Then he and all the guards on the opposite side raised their arms to swear an oath to the covenant, and the game officially began!
In the next second, at the moment when the oath was over, the five guards on the opposite side shot directly at Lax without hesitation. A series of magic spells were prepared in an instant, and the elves in the body rushed into it frantically, and all kinds of lights illuminated the room. Fifteen magic cannons appeared in front of Lax in an instant.

"It's really hard work. But, is it useful?"

Lax was still leaning on the chair, facing the magic cannon that was close at hand, he didn't even bother to raise his hand, just casually glanced at the guards who were already smiling, and the next second the pupils of the guards on the opposite side slammed Shrunk down to the extreme, I saw Lax on the opposite side gently blowing a breath.

In an instant, the magic they created completely lost control in an instant, and the magic cannon that was originally the size of a fist swelled to several meters in an instant. Immediately afterwards, everyone in the guards felt their bodies heat up, and their eyes were completely plunged into darkness.

"It's done, then goodbye, and according to the covenant, you will forget all the memories related to me!"

In the light of the fire, Lax stood up casually and glanced at the body guards on the opposite side who had recovered again. They had been completely reduced to ashes in the previous attack, and now it was just the end of the game, fully recovered under the power of the covenant. It's just that all memories of Lax will completely disappear in their minds.

Moreover, they will not have the slightest influence or feel strange about the disappearing memory.

"Then, I have to start next, and Kurami and the others should be ready for this meeting."

Lax slowly disappeared in place, leaving only the guards lying on the ground. After Lax left for a few minutes, the guards slowly woke up, and then stood up as if nothing had happened, without any notice of anything wrong. place.

"It's about to start."

Above a cloud layer, Lu Qiming, who was flying towards a certain direction with Jibril, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Elvin Gard, the kingdom of elves, with a faint smile on his lips. , and soon the elves will be completely controlled by his vest.

"Then Qiming, we have to speed up."

On the side, Jibril waved her wings and flew to Lu Qiming's side with a slight smile, then looked at the sky not far away, where there was a huge floating city, which was built by the Flügel on the phantasmagoria'ah The kingdom of the same name on Bunter Heim'.

"Well, then let's start too! It's time to start a new battle again, this time the star cup is destined to be mine!"

Lu Qiming looked at Jibril beside him with a wanton smile, and flew towards Abant Heim in the distance without any concealment, and in the distant Abant Heim, life The Flügel among them all raised their heads to look in a certain direction, where two powerful auras were rapidly approaching, and one of them was extremely familiar to them!
"It's Jibril, she's back?"

The colorful long hair was slowly blown by the breeze, and the white wings on the back lightly waved. Raphael flew directly above Abant Heim. Looking at the two rays of light approaching in the distance, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes , this is the first time Jibril has returned to Avant Heim since she left because of the 'Book Sharing Law'.

"But, who is that next to Jibril-chan?"

In the next second, Raphael noticed Lu Qiming beside Jibril, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in his eyes. You must know that in her memory, Jibril has never been close to an existence other than the Flügel. , and Lu Qiming gave her a very strange feeling. Although he was very strong, he felt completely different from the sixteen races she was familiar with.

That feeling is a bit similar to that of the gods, but different.

"Long time no see Rafaelan. By the way, Senior Azrael? Isn't she in Avant Heim?"

The next second, Lu Qiming and Jibril had already arrived in front of Rafael. Jibril was the first to fly up to greet her, and then looked around curiously, but did not find Azrael figure.

You know, among the Flügel, the people who have the best relationship with Jibril are Raphael and Azrael in front of them. Although Jibril thinks that Azrael is a bit stubborn, she still trusts Azrael the most. you.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Azrael, as the Flügel first created by the god of war Artosh, is the eldest sister of all Flügel, the president of the Eighteen Wing Council, and the Flügel and Phantasmal Avant Hey Tom's attorney.

If Lu Qiming wanted to get the Flügel, he had to meet Azrael first, otherwise everything would be empty talk, which is why there is the current problem of the ghost Jibril.

"Senior Azrael's words should still be in the library, Jibril, what can you do with Senior Azrael?"

Raphael didn't think it was strange when he heard Jibril's words. After all, the relationship between Jibril and Azrael was known to the entire Flügel, so Azrael was now The location is directly stated.

"Library, I see, thank you, Senior Rafi Azrael!"

Just when Jibril wanted to pull Lu Qiming directly to the library to find Azrael, suddenly the space beside Raphael began to fluctuate, and then a person with emerald hair, a single horn on his head, and different-colored pupils, A figure with a more complicated halo pattern than Jibril appeared somewhere, and it was Azrael, the authorized representative of the Flügel.

"Jibril-chan, welcome back, meow!"

In the next second, Lu Qiming only felt a gust of breeze blowing in front of him, and then Azrael, who had just appeared, threw himself into Jibril's arms, hugged Jibril happily, and kept rubbing against Jibril. you.

"Senior Azrael, long time no see!"

Jibril felt the familiar touch in her bosom, and the gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. After defeating Artosh, she saved all the Flügel, and it was Azrael who gave the Flügel a reason to live.

6000 years ago, after the master Artoxi was defeated, the god-killing weapon Flügel, which was created for the purpose of killing gods, lost its reason to survive. Just when all the Flügel were about to penetrate their bodies and die, at that time Azrael told a lie.

He used the excuse of finding the 'unknown' reason for the death of his master, Artosh, to stop all the suicides of the Flügel. However, Azrael's words were not all lies. Azrael was entrusted to Azrael after defeating Artosh in the Great War. If he is defeated, let Azrael find the reason for the defeat called 'unknown'.

However, this is only an order from the God of War Artosh to Azrael alone. After the death of the God of War Artosh, Azrael changed the order that belonged to her alone, so that everyone in the Flügel can survive. It became the responsibility of the entire Flügel.

That is to say, from that time on, the Flügel turned the once fanatical desire to fight into a desire to seek answers to the 'unknown' and why they survived, and began to frantically collect all kinds of knowledge.

But now, 6000 years have passed, and no one of the Flügel knows the unknown cause of Artosh's death except for Jibril.

"Jibril-chan, come back like this and don't leave again, meow! Without the cute Jibril-chan, we will die, meow!"

Azrael was sniffing here and sticking on Jibril as if in a state of change (meow). The saliva from the corner of her mouth was dripping down, supplementing the jeep sauce element that Jibril had been lacking since she left. force.

"I probably won't leave again, Senior Azrael."

Jibril lowered her head and looked at Azrael, who looked like a pervert (meow) in her arms. She had long been used to this kind of thing. Since she was just born, she was created as the first feather that defeated Artosh. The first Flügel, Azrael has always been like this to herself, and Jibril didn't feel anything strange about it.

As for what Jibril said was not leaving, because in her opinion, the entire Flügel belonged to Lu Qiming, so she would definitely not be leaving!
"Really? Jibril-chan, you really won't leave again, meow!?"

And in Jibril's arms, just hearing that Jibril would not leave again, Azrael was stunned. Originally, she thought that Jibril would only come back for a while and would leave, but she unexpectedly Really plan not to leave.

In an instant, Azrael was extremely excited and happy, and hugged Jibril even harder, but in the next second, Azrael who was sticking (meow) with Jibril suddenly smelled something, and her eyes revealed He gave a surprised expression.

"Sniff!"

Azrael stretched out her head and sniffed Jibril's hair, leaned over with an uncertain expression on her face and took a deep breath
"Senior Azrael, what's wrong?"

Jibril looked at Azrael, who was sniffing her hair like a puppy, wondering what she was doing?
However, in the next second, Azrael flew out of her arms under Jibril's increasingly suspicious eyes, flew to Lu Qiming's side and sniffed, her face darkened visible to the naked eye, the real 'elf' Winding around his body like lightning, the murderous aura condensed from those who had killed countless people rushed towards Lu Qiming like a tsunami.

"Tell me! Why does Jibril-chan smell of you, and you also smell of Jibril-chan!?"

A deep, murderous voice echoed in the sky, and the clouds with a radius of tens of thousands of miles around Azrael began to rotate, turning into a vortex cloud with a diameter of [-] meters and extremely black, and an endless thunder intertwined in the cloud , the silver electric light illuminated Azrael's gloomy face.

(End of this chapter)