The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 599 War of words
"Is it fate or Murphy's Law? Even though it was two years in advance, it still turned out this way. Is it really unavoidable?... No, if that were the case, I probably wouldn't have made it. Yes, it must be my luck defying the laws of the world, and naturally, I won."

Zun Zun unilaterally declared victory.

Of course, the world won't jump out to refute him; he can say whatever he wants.

He looked at Jibril in front of him.

Hair that reflects light and amber-colored cross-shaped eyes, wings woven from light, and the proof of the Skywing species—a geometric halo.

Her clothes were revealing, with most of her fair and smooth skin exposed, highlighting her curvaceous figure.

However, Zun Zun had absolutely no intention of appreciating it.

"Excuse me," Jibril said gracefully, lifting the hem of her skirt with a charming smile. "May I ask what the meaning of 'fate' and 'Murphy's Law' is?"

"The former means that no matter what you do, you can't change the established facts, while the latter means that the more you fear something happening, the more likely it is to happen... Do you understand now?"

"Thanks for letting me know."

She spoke gently and politely, but what she said just now wasn't a question, but a matter-of-fact interrogation. This contradictory behavior was precisely the personality of Jibril, a special individual of the Skywing species.

"But I'm still very curious. I clearly observed that there shouldn't be anyone else within a 100-kilometer radius before I attacked that piece of scrap metal... So why did you appear? Why did you help her? Why were you able to block my attack?"

"A curious child...?"

Jibril's love of knowledge didn't develop after the Great War, but rather before—hunting down powerful enemies was a way for the Skywings to show off, while collecting books was her personal hobby.

For example, when it crashed into the old capital of the Forest Elves, it destroyed it and stole a large number of books, causing the Forest Elves to spend 800 years perfecting and restoring those magical books.

"This is my ability. As long as someone asks me for help, I can come on the wind, so time is not a factor."

"Wow~!"

Jibril's eyes sparkled, and a cross pattern appeared in her pupils, a sign of her excitement.

"So, one last question: Who are you?"

She was asking about Zun Zun's true identity, why he was with a lone mech, and perhaps also subtly asking what he was doing there.

"Human species".

"Excuse me, are you one of those...excuse me, are you a human species even lower than a monkey?"

The polite words sounded particularly harsh.

"Yes," Zun Zun replied with a smile, "Of course, it can't compare to the Skywing race, who were despised by all races during the great war, and you were a special individual among them. What you did during the war was utterly despicable. Hehehe~"

"Oh dear, those are just the howls of a stray dog. Hehehe~"

Although the two were laughing, the murderous aura emanating from them grew stronger, clearly indicating that they both wanted to kill each other.

When someone suddenly appears and interrupts a hunter's hunt, it's like having someone steal your food while you're eating—the feeling of being interrupted is naturally very unpleasant.

"Step aside."

Jibril spoke politely but with a commanding tone.

"I have no interest in mere insects; the head of a machine is far more appealing, especially one that fears death and begs me for its life. This is worth far more than just a rarity of 5! Hehehe...!"

She drooled, her eyes fixed intently on Shubi, who was trembling uncontrollably behind Zun Zun.

--Fear.

That must be the feeling.

Despite being a mechanical life form, she possesses emotions such as fear and the dread of death; it seems she has already found her heart with Rick. However, this only piques Jibril's interest even more.

"Don't say that." Zun Zun stood in front of Shubi. "I'm a human, you know, a human."

"Yes, I already know that you are a human species that is even lower than a monkey, a kind of insect. So could you please move aside? If you want to die, please smash your head against the rock next to you and die a miserable death."

"...Your brain is worse than an insect's, no, you're just a complete idiot."

"What did you say?"

The smile of the special individual of the Skywing species became extremely dangerous as he spoke, enunciating each word clearly.

In this verbal battle, Zun Zun clearly had the upper hand—being called stupid by a human race (insects) that she considered even inferior to beastmen was arguably the greatest humiliation.

Jibril looks down on races ranked below the Skywing race.

Incidentally, this racial ranking was not created after the great war, but rather based on the strength of each race after the war.

The top six are all ridiculously strong. Even though the Skywing race is only ranked sixth, it is still not something that other races can compete with, let alone the mere human race.

Having said all that, Jibril felt deeply offended by Zun Zun's words—the statement that the human race stood on the side of the Skywing race.

but--

"Question: What race am I?"

"Humans are not even as good as insects?"

She was just on the same level as the insects, but now she's even lower than them. It seems she's quite petty.

"So how did I get here?" "Who knows? Maybe I used some kind of goblin teleportation artifact, or a forest elf teleportation spell, or some kind of space breaker from the Scrap Metal Machine race. To me, these things... are nothing... big deal...?"

Jibril finally realized what was happening.

Humans cannot connect to the Elven Corridor, which means they cannot use magic. Although they have a small amount of magic power in their bodies, it is not enough to support them in using items or magic.

Admittedly, some weapons and items made by goblins can be used without magic, but they certainly don't exist in the aforementioned items.

Because the frail human body simply cannot withstand the turbulent currents of a vast space, the only result of being teleported would be the body being torn to pieces... no, it would be turning directly into powder and disappearing without a trace.

"I'm so sorry, I must have misheard you. May I ask what race you are?"

"Humans... does that mean the Skywing race's ears aren't very good? Sorry, I forgot, you should be a special individual... no, you should be a defective one, right?"

Zun Zun's sharp tongue was incredibly vicious and unpleasant; logically, Jibril should have been quite angry, even furious. However—

"It's...it's actually a human...a human species capable of connecting to the Elf Corridor...Hehehe...Hehehe...!"

The Skywing in front of him was drooling.

Things are rare.

This statement applies to any world and any era. Even among the human race, those capable of using magic are extremely rare... and there might only be one such person.

"Is it really human?"

"The human race...that's what it is for now."

Whether it was Jibril's inherently suspicious nature or the shock of seeing a human capable of connecting to the Elven Corridor, she asked three times in a row.

"Fine, even if you're lying to me, I'll confirm it once I get your head."

A polite smile appeared on the face of the special individual of the Skywing species, and she spoke leisurely.

"Thank you for telling me this. I will remove your head without any pain. As for whether it will be damaged, don't worry. I will preserve rare heads carefully."

It seems they have Zun Zun completely under their thumb.

"Ah."

She was met only with a scornful laugh.

"So--"

The Skywing girl extended her slender, fair index finger, and an orange-yellow fireball appeared at her fingertip. From the way it distorted the air and the intense heat that could be felt from such a distance, it was clear that the fireball was not as simple as it appeared.

Then, with a flick of his finger, a fireball hurtled towards him—

It landed about half a meter away from Zun Zun, and then landed on a mountain quite far behind it, blasting it into pieces with a loud bang.

"Oh dear, controlling the force is really difficult."

Jibril looked apologetic.

"You're lying." Zun Zun saw through her trick immediately. "Although you can use this reason to scare me, you're actually doing it on purpose, aren't you?"

"Yes. After all, you've been provoking me since the beginning, trying to get me to make the first move. It's hard not to suspect there's some kind of trap. Or do you really think I'm an idiot?"

Jibril's smile remained unchanged.

She is a special individual of the Skywing race, created by the God of War, Altshu, so that he could continue to lead the Skywing race after his death or after a great war. If you really treat her as an idiot, then the unlucky one will definitely be the opponent.

"Fighting...I can't..."

Hugh seemed to have adjusted by this time. She took the initiative to stand in front of Zun Zun, changing her previous timidity and cowardice.

"The opponent... a special individual of the Skywing race... the odds of winning are 0.0000315926... what I need to do is... escape. Also, Rick said... no one can die... the second rule...!"

It wasn't the cold, monotone mechanical voice of the machine race, but rather a voice that developed after interacting with humans.

Small, weak, and stumbling.

But you can hear the emotions in her voice.

"Oh dear, are you trying to escape?" Jibril spread her wings, which represented the Skywing race, and said arrogantly, "Even those scrap metal Mechs over there can't escape my grasp. But if this makes you satisfied, then please run away until I'm done."

Ignoring Jibril, who exuded the aura of a superior race, Zun Zun instead pressed down on Shubi's shoulder.

“No, you’re mistaken, Shubi. Rick’s game rules state that no one is allowed to die, but the Skywing race is not human… This explanation is a bit far-fetched and unacceptable, but I also told Rick that if anyone attacks me, I will fight back.”

That's why he was waiting for the other party to make the first move.

Jibril clearly understood as well.

"Are you saying you can kill me?"

"That's it."

Zun Zun had no intention of holding back.

Whether you're a Skywing or Jibril... daring to provoke the Crimson Demon Clan will surely make them regret it!
(End of this chapter)