The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 601 Immortal Treasure Bow - Crimson Sky Blazing Splendor!

"I never expected that the high and mighty Skywing race would also let out a scream. I thought you were different from the other lower races."

No one responded.

Only painful groans could be heard from below.

"Speaking of which, since it's a weapon of mass destruction designed to deal with other divine beings, it shouldn't have the ability to feel pain, right? Or was it intentionally given the five senses in order to achieve a higher level of evolution?"

The emperor looked down at the disheveled Jibril from his high position.

The thrill of conquest is absolutely amazing.

In particular, the arrogant and haughty Miss Tianyi was punished by the heavens.

Unfortunately, Jibril would never beg for mercy, and even if you asked her which stick she wanted, it wouldn't matter to the shameless Skywing race. Sometimes, the creations of the gods are just missing something.

At least in this world, the human race has the richest range of emotions.

"But you should also be glad I don't have a habit of torturing my enemies." A massive amount of magical energy blasts materialized in Zun Zun's hand. "I'll send you on your way right now... huh?"

Suddenly, a ball of light flew out from his crown.

It's a fairy spirit named Xiaobai.

It fluttered up and down in front of Zun Zun, seemingly trying to express something, while Zun Zun, who was almost one with it, had a slightly strange expression after understanding what it was trying to say.

Do you want to eat her?

After so many iterations, I have a clear understanding of how my own fairy spirit evolves.

It absorbs the opponent's energy to make itself flourish.

Originally, Zun Zun didn't want it to do that, but perhaps it was because Kroni's fairy spirit—its own child—bloomed first, which made it feel threatened, and it became a little anxious when it encountered Jibril, who was of the same attribute and quite palatable.

Jibril is a special individual of the Skywing species. Her strength goes without saying, and considering that she is also one of the better ones among the other objects devoured by the Fairy Spirits, it is understandable that she would have such thoughts.

but……

The fairy seemed to understand Zun Zun's thoughts, and flew around in mid-air, constantly coaxing and pleading with Zun Zun.

"I understand, I understand, do as you please."

In the end, all we could do was let it be.

With permission granted, Little White opened its mouth wide and swallowed Jibril whole, along with the wings that had been torn off by Zun Zun.

The wings of the Skywing race are organs that connect to the Elf Corridor, similar to the 'tail' of the Machine race. Although their physical strength is also unreasonable, the vast majority of their power comes from magic. Once the connection to the Elf Corridor is severed, they are just simple punching bags.

Back then, even forest elves or goblins could easily manipulate them.

Of course, this does not include orcs or humans. Even with the powerful physical amplification ability of Blood Destruction, the Skywing race can easily kill orcs without magic, let alone humans.

That's probably why Jibril looks down on Zunzan.

But that is her weakness.

The Skywing race cannot draw imagination from a lack of knowledge, or rather, Jibril's conventional thinking cannot tell him just how strong the Venerable One is. Even though the Venerable One has learned magic, her human identity still blinds her, ultimately leading to her crushing defeat.

The third weakness of the Skywing race is that it is targeted by higher-ranking races, such as what Zun Zun did, which involved severing the connection of the Elf Corridor and then attacking it.

I'm a little disappointed.

I thought that special individuals would be different, allowing me to enjoy myself a little more... although even without cutting off Jibril's Elf Corridor, it would still have been a crushing defeat.

...Never mind, none of this matters.

As for whether to spare Jibril's life, he had absolutely no such thought, even though Rick had a rule that "no one is allowed to die," not to mention that he also had a rule that he would retaliate if anyone attacked him.

However, to Zun Zun's surprise, the little white dog, which was chewing continuously, seemed to spit out garbage and produced a little girl who looked to be about 8 or 9 years old.

It's a baby version of Jibril.

The characteristic of the Skywing species is that it will turn into a juvenile form after its energy is exhausted. This is usually manifested after using the strongest Sky Strike. However, now that the energy in its body has been drained by the fairy essence, the remaining impurities... Excuse me, unnecessary substances have been spat out.

Perhaps because Zun Zun had always asked the fairies to spare Jibril's life whenever he encountered this situation in the past, Xiao Bai quite consciously spared Jibril's life.

"That being said, there's no need to leave it behind on purpose."

Zun Zun conjured an extremely powerful magic bullet in his hand, intending to kill this Skywing race, who might later help humanity turn the tide, 6000 years ago.

But at that very moment—

"Divine Strike."

A deep, cold voice of a middle-aged man came from above.

Then a vast divine power swept across the entire sky, and the dark clouds, which were a mix of deep red and light blue, were gathered together, revealing the original night sky—a sky full of stars, a breathtaking sight.

Beneath such a beautiful night sky, there was a blindingly bright white light—a golden spear hundreds of meters long, its shaft radiating terrifying, immense divine power. Anyone could see it, right? No, even if they couldn't, they should be able to sense it.

This is a strike from a completely different dimension.

Even the Heavenly Strike of a special individual of the Skywing species cannot compare to the Divine Strike before them; it is like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon. Zun Zun seemed to understand why Jibril scoffed when she heard that the Golden Sword was a god-slaying blade.

"Speaking of which, doesn't that Winged God want to save Jibril?" Zun Zun looked at the half-dead special individual. "In this situation, there's no way he could survive, right?"

Most importantly, Zun Zun felt locked on, a chill spreading throughout his body as if there was nowhere to hide. This move was exactly the same as his "who's tougher" tactic.

"Hide? Why hide? And where can you hide to?"

The tiny human had an arrogant smile that was so overbearing it was unbelievable. He raised his head and looked at the long spear in the sky, his eyes full of eager anticipation.

Then, Zun Zun opened his arms as well, and a giant bow, also hundreds of meters tall, appeared in front of him.

"Singing of the past that is longed for but has passed, the coffin in the sky has been sealed, the visible death has been sung, and the mingling of people in the world never stops."

The creed of swearing an oath for humanity and for the sake of compassion is in my hand.

Come, sing!

Ladies and gentlemen, let us chant!

The lights of the Immortal Capital will forever shine in the world.

Ancestors of the Red Devils!
Archers of ten thousand miles, gazing upon the ages, bathed in glory, grant me your guidance!

The boy's clear voice sang under the silent night sky, and his proud and upright figure seemed to be unique in the world. No matter what things in the world, even the gods had to bow their heads.

Zun Zun slowly opened his hands, making a gesture of drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, while the giant bow in mid-air was slowly drawn back, and a huge golden arrow continued to condense, showing itself as if it wanted to pierce through the entire starry sky.

"—Crimson Sky Blaze Bow!"

Spears and bows clashed against each other.

Forest Elf Camp.

"No way, could that be the God of War, Artesius?" Nina Kleb exclaimed. "Is he planning to trigger the final battle right now? No, no... he's fighting someone! Senior!... Oh no, Senior! Senior!!!"

Although Nina Clayb was the undisputed Flower Crown Lord in the eyes of the other forest elves, he knew that he was nothing more than a puppet, and that only that person could control things or make decisions.

Therefore, magic is used...

No!

The elven corridor is quite difficult to connect because the divine species, Altshu, occupies the vast majority of it, concentrating all the magic power there. But if we don't contact our senior soon…

"What will happen? Will the world collapse?"

"What stupid things are you talking about."

"……senior!?"

Nina Kleb looked behind her and saw a rather beautiful forest elf in a white dress. She should have been a slovenly, homebody, but ever since someone's binoculars started spying on her, she had gotten into the habit of grooming herself.

And this person was naturally the true leader of the Forest Elves, Sink Barbalen.

"Senior, what brings you out here?"

"How could I not come out when something like this happened? And don't panic. If the God of War, Artes, can deal with this unknown powerhouse, he might actually be of great help to us... although I think it's highly unlikely."

Sink Barbal thought to himself.

The Crimson Demon Clan's supreme being... a divine being? I didn't expect them to make such a big splash right from the start. Are they trying to announce their meteoric rise to power, or... have they reached the final stage and no longer need to hide their identities?
She subconsciously thought of someone, without any basis.

Whether they were forest elves or goblins, they all felt like they were being pushed along by some hidden force, and now the last ally of this great war, the Skywing race, had finally been manipulated into appearing.

Was this also in your plans, Venerable Venerable?

“But he’s truly terrifying, God of War Altshu.” Nina Kleb swallowed hard. “Even our Void Zero Blessing wouldn’t be able to defeat him, would it?”

"Are you out of your mind? How could you possibly do that?"

Sink Barbal scoffed.

Her Void Zero Blessing and Eternal Fourth Blessing were developed to combat a hypothetical enemy.

Who is the hypothetical enemy?
It was Jibril, a special individual of the Skywing species.

As for the God of War?

Such a powerful figure was not even in her consideration; she was an outsider, and had never even entertained the thought of comparing herself to him. However, it was precisely for this reason that a strong sense of resentment rose within Sinke Barbalen at this moment.

"Is this what you mean by... I'm not qualified?"

Ms. Mori said this through gritted teeth.

Not only the forest elves, but also the goblins felt the same way after witnessing this scene, and they also felt the despairing gap between the two sides.

At that moment, far away in the human settlement, Rick and Chloe, watching the bright light in the east, also stopped what they were doing and unconsciously spoke.

"Your Excellency...?"

Then, from their perspective, the originally bright light suddenly burst into an even stronger light, as dazzling as the sun.

On the battlefield, spears and arrows clashed.

Countless rays of light radiated outwards.

It is reflected in the eyes of people of every race.

(End of this chapter)