Anime Crossover: Unparalleled Comprehension, Shocking the Star God

"That's right, it's all because of Azriel and your faults that Lord Sumo no longer wants to revive Lord Artesius!"

"So, you must remember, it wasn't Lord Su Mo who killed Lord Artesius, but you who prevented Lord Artesius's resurrection!"

What were clearly sophistry and a case of turning the tables, when spoken by Jibril in an incredibly righteous tone, directly shocked all the Skywing race.

"Lord Artouch's death was someone else's fault, meow?"

Like a startled little rabbit, Azriel pondered for two seconds, then revealed a teary-eyed expression.

"Little Ji, what should we do, meow? Is there any way to get Lord Su Mo to change his mind and revive Lord Altshu, meow?"

She finally understood that whether or not to resurrect her own god was entirely up to Su Mo.

Upon hearing this question, Jibril's lips curled up slightly.

—These idiots are so easy to fool.

"If you want to revive Lord Artshu, how about you first show some sincerity?"

Jibril grinned mischievously.

"How about we start by licking Lord Su Mo's feet?"

She asked this question not only to deliberately bully Azriel, but also mainly to test the other party's level of obedience.

To her slight surprise, upon hearing this condition, Azriel didn't hesitate or think for a second. She immediately ran to Su Mo in two quick steps, knelt down on the spot, wagged her non-existent tail like a pet, and looked up at Su Mo with a determined gaze.

"If it's useful, it doesn't have to be just the feet, it can be anywhere on the whole body!"

Upon hearing this, the other Skywing girls also reacted and all rushed over, completely surrounding Su Mo.

"If Lord Su Mo can grant our wish in this way, then so can we!"

Moreover, these Skywing race girls didn't just talk the talk; they actually did it.

Faced with this bizarre sight, Jibril was dumbfounded when she was pushed out.

"Wait, wait! I haven't even touched my master yet, how can you preempt me? Shut up!"

If these thousand Skywing creatures were to actually eat, even if each one only licked once, wouldn't they be able to swallow their master whole?

How can such a great reward be given to these idiots?

Just as Jibril was considering whether to use her powers to seize the best position, Su Mo finally made his move.

The result of leaving everything to Jibril was that he was covered in loli.

For people with special fetishes, this is a feast for the eyes, but for Su Mo, it's still too extreme.

While Jibril did a good job in subduing the Winged Race, her casual and unpredictable behavior was a bit of a problem.

If Su Mo's clothes weren't protected by authority, they would probably have been destroyed by these Skywing creatures long ago.

"and many more!"

After pressing down on Azriel and the heads of the many Skywing girls, Su Mo separated them and made them line up obediently in front of him.

"You want to revive Artshu? No problem. But before that, you have to show me your value. Of course, not your value in talking to me."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jibril.

Jibril immediately lowered her head and clasped her hands together in apology.

Seeing this reaction, Su Mo continued speaking.

“As long as you have accomplished enough merit, I would not mind resurrecting Artesius so that you can repay the Creator’s kindness.”

This is a classic example of empty promises.

When to establish merit and what level of merit is considered sufficient are all determined by Su Mo.

As for when Altshu will be resurrected, that remains an even more mysterious question.

If Su Mo were willing, he could postpone his resurrection for 100,000 years or even a million years, which would not violate his promise.

"Really? Thank you for your mercy, Lord Su Mo... We, we are willing to submit to our master! Please use our bodies as swords, we are willing to give everything for our master, just to establish merit!"

After a few chattering words, everyone quickly reached a consensus.

Led by Azriel, all the Skywing races knelt down, displaying complete submission and accepting Su Mo's demands.

They weren't unaware that Su Mo might stall for time, but they still didn't hesitate at all.

Firstly, because they had no other choice. It was already a luxury that the only god was willing to give them hope; they had no right to ask for more.

Secondly, for the immortal Skywing race, time is not an issue.

Let alone a million years, even ten million years, as long as there is hope, they are willing to wait.

In reality, rather than saying that Su Mo gave them a condition to revive Altshu, it would be more accurate to say that he gave them hope to live.

It looks a bit like a young daughter selling herself to bury her father—no, it gives off the vibe of her selling herself to resurrect her father.

Seeing the Skywing race, who had previously been filled with a desire for self-destruction, completely submit, Jibril breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, it's great that our owner is willing to use these idiots.

Just then, she suddenly felt a familiar large hand grab the back of her neck, pulling her up... 0

"Owner?"

Jibril, who was obedient and offered no resistance, tilted her head, wondering what Su Mo wanted to do.

“The Skywing race has chosen to submit, but they still lack a leader.”

Su Mo looked at Jibril in front of him and transferred some power he had just acquired into this familiar's body.

"Therefore, I've decided that you will be the God of War!"

Upon hearing this, Jibril was slightly taken aback, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Master? This is... Lord Artesh's divine essence?!"

She quickly realized the power Su Mo had injected into her body.

Although Su Mo had previously bestowed divine essence upon corresponding followers, she never expected that Su Mo would give away even the divine essence of the God of War so readily.

It should be understood that this is a divine essence capable of shattering the stars of the night sky and surpassing all gods; its preciousness is absolutely incomparable to any other divine essence.

"Wait, wait, wait, aren't you being too generous?"

Upon feeling the expanding power within her body, Jibril was completely stunned.

If she wasn't dreaming, she had already surpassed March 7, who was previously on par with her, and become a fifth-tier star-bursting level existence.

She was just a lowly Skywing race member, and a newcomer among the family members. How could she be qualified to receive such favor?

“I believe you have the potential to unleash the full potential of this divine essence, perhaps even surpassing Artesius.”

Faced with Jibril's surprise, Su Mo's response was quite calm.

Unlike Xin Ke and Ronnie, two geniuses at the God Realm level, Jibril does not have any special talent in creating spells; her only strength lies in combat.

However, in the realm of combat, she is in no way inferior to a genius of the divine realm.

In the realm of pushing her own limits and defeating unimaginable enemies, her abilities may even surpass those of Artoria.

Upon hearing Su Mo's reply, after exchanging glances with her master for a few seconds, Jibril reached out and hugged Su Mo, placing her little head under his arm.

"Although I should be grateful for my master's blessing at this time, to be honest, I suddenly feel a lot of pressure."

If one's performance does not live up to this gift, then one has failed the master's trust.

Su Mo patted Jibril's head, his tone calm but with a hint of expectation.

There are not many who can keep up with him, and he hopes that at least his family members will not lead the way.

"Yes, I can!"

Jibril nodded, her eyes resolute, before immediately resuming her usual playful demeanor.

"By the way, what does Master plan to do next? Now that the world has been unified, should we call the newcomer over and force her into marriage? I have a feeling that with her intelligence, Master could make her willingly have ten children..."

Seeing the relationship between the two, Azriel couldn't help but feel a little envious.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why Jibril had identified her master with a certain quality that had nothing to do with power.

Hearing Jibril's nonsense, Su Mo tapped her head speechlessly.

"Don't bully the newbies!"

As he spoke, he recalled the tasks assigned to him before the battle.

"Speaking of which, Okan reported before that the research on imaginary energy has yielded results, and since March 7th is here, we can verify the results."

"Understood! I'll go and tell them to assemble right away!"

Jibril immediately accepted the order.

Even though she possessed power surpassing that of all gods, she was still quite accustomed to running errands.

128 Help me, Miss March 7

On the deck of a warship.

"The group of gophers has already reported their results to the Supreme God? The Supreme God will be inspecting them in half an hour?"

Upon hearing this news, Xin Ke's face turned slightly green.

"That's right! The reporting location is at the Skywing Clan's headquarters, don't be late!"

After giving the basic warning, Jibril disappeared.

"Damn it, those gophers had to be so fast at this time!"

Feeling the time ticking away, Xin Ke gritted her teeth, becoming increasingly anxious.

She has also devoted all her efforts to the study of imaginary energy, not only confirming its existence but also detecting many of its properties.

However, she has not yet reached a level sufficient to be considered a success.