The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 600 Jibril's Day of Suffering

A murderous aura enveloped the deserted battlefield.

This is the place chosen by Zun Zun and the others, the site of the final battle between the three races, and also the place where they were lured to use their own faction's strongest weapon.

However, the great battle was originally planned to take place in about 3 to 6 months. But now that Zun Zun and Jibril are here, let them act as a warm-up and have a life-or-death battle.

"To...fight...?"

"Fight. Shubi, you go back first. Rick is still waiting for you."

Fortunately, Zun Zun came to the rescue in time. Although Hughie's arms and legs were severely burned, her mobility was not impaired. No, it should be said that she chose to abandon these mobility options in an attempt to escape, but even so, she did not succeed.

"Information regarding the Skywing race..."

"No need, I know perfectly well."

"...Okay, I got it...Come back alive...Rick and Shubi...we're waiting for you!"

After Hughie finished speaking, she flew away quickly.

It's not that she doesn't want to help, but she's just a burden right now. Jibril will definitely try to use Shubi in various ways to limit Zun Zun's performance, so the best way to deal with it is to leave.

Jibril remained unmoved.

"How strange, you actually let your prey escape. Isn't the head of a Mech race rarity 5? Or is it that you, as a Skywing race, have suddenly become kind-hearted?"

"Heh, you really like to joke. Given the availability of rarer prey, choosing this side is naturally the right thing to do. Besides... aren't you hoping I'll intercept you and launch a sneak attack? That despicable tactic won't escape my notice."

"Exposed?"

That is indeed Zun Zun's plan.

Jibril would kick her away without hesitation the moment she made a move, but she seemed to be quite alert—at least the special individuals of the Skywing race in the great battle had very strong combat skills.

"But is it really okay not to listen to intelligence? Maybe we can put up a fight?"

"I've heard the infamous reputation of the special individuals of the Skywing species so many times that my ears are about to break, so there's no need to repeat it."

"Hehe, that's truly an honor."

Jibril's right hand formed a fist, and then a blade of light powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks appeared in her hand. Her pupils formed a cross, and a bloodthirsty smile graced her face.

"Struggle hard, and don't let me down."

"I'm returning this sentence to you."

Zun Zun's eyes also emitted a terrifyingly bright red light.

Please don't disappoint me, you special individual of the Skywing species.

The next moment.

As if transcending space and time, the light blade was within reach.

The terrifying aura and killing intent were enough to freeze a person's body, but just as the light blade was about to sever the head of the Venerable One, it was blocked by a golden greatsword.

"It blocked it? Great!"

Jibril's smile widened.

The Skywing species is an unreasonable species.

Their bodies can easily break through physical limitations, and they can use spirits to teleport to any place they see or have been.

That's exactly what happened just now, like teleportation.

This attack is virtually unstoppable by any lower-ranking species, let alone humans, who are even lower than orcs.

"And what is that golden sword?"

"The Blade of Godslayer. As the name suggests, it is a weapon capable of slaying gods... but using it against you is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

A weapon to fight against the gods?
Jibril's first reaction was that it was absurd. The human in front of her had no idea how strong the gods were. She had challenged the God of War, Artes, countless times, but each time she had suffered a crushing defeat.

The gap between the Skywing race and its main god is far greater than the gap between the human race and the Skywing race; it is a distant horizon that is completely invisible.

“But I can sense something different from your weapon. Although the Skywing race only likes to collect the heads of their opponents, I also quite like that weapon, and I will keep it safe.”

It looked like it had already been booked.

"Is that so? Is that all there is to it? No, it's my fault for not showing any desire to attack. Besides, since you've attacked me, does that mean I can retaliate?"

Zun Zun's lips curled up in a wild smile.

The other side started it!
"Lightning, I am the conqueror who can defeat a thousand. Unleash your radiant light and grant me divine power!"

Magic coalesced in an instant, and lightning flashed and thunder roared deep within the red clouds, making the already oppressive and terrifying atmosphere even more horrifying, as if some great horror was brewing within the clouds.

Jibril instinctively looked up, and a fierce bolt of lightning struck her directly.

With a loud bang, a huge explosion occurred.

Immediately afterwards, several more bolts of lightning roared in, striking the airspace above Jibril. The black and gray storm was swept up by the force, and it was unclear whether she was dead or alive.

Before they could even investigate, a powerful magical force blew the storm away, revealing Jibril inside.

She didn't look injured at all; there wasn't even any dust on her clothes.

"Ha, what a cunning fellow."

Jibril's actions may have been intended to make Zun Zun think that his attacks would have no effect.

But in reality, she was merely using the Skywing species' ability to alter dimensions to temporarily disappear from her spot and avoid the maximum burst damage, then pretending to reappear to disperse the aftershocks. Her little trick was completely exposed.

"If you think it ends here, you're underestimating me." Zun Zun waved his hands again. "For victory, hurry to my side. O swift and agile steed, bring your master's halo here!"

A sun suddenly rose in the east.

That must be the sun.

Jibril thought to herself.

As a Winged Race created by the God of War Artesh at the end of the Great War, she had never actually seen the real sky or the sun. She only knew what the original world was like from books and from Azriel.

Before she could react, the white horse, carrying the sun, plummeted once more. Jibril tried to use her dimensional abilities to dodge again, but—

"it's useless."

Zun Zun coldly sentenced him to death.

"The White Horse is a scorching heat that can distort space. Although the Skywing race has a far greater mastery of space than the lower races, it is actually the same as other lower races. Once space is disturbed, there is no way to deal with it."

After all.

It's just the very last of the six species.

This time, the scorching sun slammed down on Jibril, knocking her into the mountainside. The intense heat, comparable to the sun's own heat, melted the mountain, rewriting the world map once again.

"……oh?"

I thought Jibril would die here, but unexpectedly, there was a magical reaction in the huge pit.

It's really surprising.

He didn't use his full strength; at least he didn't use his second magic source. But normally, a dragon spirit would have died, yet Jibril managed to survive.

Is it because the Skywing species has super strong magic resistance, or is it because she is a special individual that was carefully created?

"It doesn't matter which one it is, it's just another round."

The emperor remained unmoved.

“You don’t seem to understand that the Skywing race has limitations—you lack imagination beyond knowledge. That’s why you didn’t react or even make an effective response when I used my powers just now. This shortcoming is especially evident in your overly curious nature, which is why I’ve been answering your questions.”

Jibril has been firmly in control of the rhythm since the beginning.

"--Really? I've learned a lot."

A Skywing creature flew out of the deep pit. Her body was tattered, the geometric halo above her head was dim, and her wings were crooked, but the fanatical and bloodthirsty smile on her face remained unchanged.

"...I apologize for referring to you as an insect."

She made a respectful bowing gesture, and then raised her hands high.

“You are a threat that must be eliminated here, and I agree that you deserve to be called an enemy. So…!”

The magic force forcibly extracted from the atmosphere gradually compressed together, and at the same time, an amorphous spear appeared, swaying wildly, in Jibril's hands.

The most proficient attack of the Skywing race.

Sky strike.

Transforming all the structures within the body into the connection nerves of the Elf Corridor, drawing power from the currents of the Elf Corridor—as the text indicates, this is the greatest and strongest attack of the Skywing race.

The special individual of the Skywing species uses Sky Strike, which is far stronger than that of ordinary Skywing species, and may even be stronger than the combined power of dozens of Skywing species.

Jibril wore a smug and excited expression. Whenever she was in danger with a powerful enemy, she could always rely on this move to fight to the death. Although she would eventually turn into a child and need several years to recover, she was always the one who won, and this time was no exception!
"So--"

Snapped!
Just as the light gun was taking shape, and Jibril was about to blast the human (whom she called herself) in front of her into dust, she saw the Venerable One on the other side snap his fingers, and a faint meow entered her ears.

Jibril looked at her empty hands, then staggered and couldn't even maintain her flying posture, falling straight to the ground and creating a deep crater.

"what happened……?"

Can't understand.

He had clearly already condensed the Heavenly Strike, but a moment ago... it vanished!? And his magic power also disappeared... no, he couldn't even connect to the Elf Corridor!

“I have severed your connection with the Elven Corridor. Another weakness of the Skywing race is that they become quite vulnerable once their connection with the Elven Corridor is disrupted.”

Jibril, who was lying on the ground, raised her head and looked at Zun Zun, who was slowly walking towards her.

"Why do you think I'd waste my breath on you and just watch you perform? Of course, it's to prepare my next move. But I didn't expect the Skywing's Elf Corridor to be so difficult to sever. Is it a characteristic of the Skywing or yours? ...Never mind, it's not important."

Zun Zun stepped on Jibril's head, pressing her face against the ground once again.

Looking down at her from above.

That contemptuous look was just like the look she had given Zun Zun earlier.

"I say, you seem to look down on races ranked below the Skywing race? Is it because of these wings that represent the Skywing race? If that's the case...!"

“Aaaaaaa——”

Jibril couldn't help but scream.

The wings of the Skywing species are extremely sensitive, serving as vital organs connecting them to the Elf Corridor, and are also a symbol and source of pride for the Skywing species.

However, at this moment, it symbolizes pride—

Jibril's wings were forcefully torn off by Zun Zun!
(End of this chapter)