I have a hero simulator

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"What are you talking about? What are elves?"

Shen Yuan pretended to be deaf and dumb as he squatted down to look at Jibril, the miserable little girl. The Undying Spear was stuck in the ground and the Holy Shield fell beside him.

"You are not a native creature of this world?"

Jibril looked at Shen Yuan with confidence.

"You can tell? No, you can taste it. Could it be that magic has a different flavor?"

"Wow! Whoa!"

Jibril's eyes seemed to be shining as she looked at Shen Yuan. She was drooling with greed and was curious about this unknown outside world of humans.

If it were her not long ago, she would definitely capture Shen Yuan by force, or hunt him as a rare species, but unfortunately she can't do that now.

Of course, as long as I'm with this guy, my magic power will recover sooner or later.

Then I can take charge of the situation, it will be perfect!

As for now, I'd better study this rare life form to kill some time.

...

Jibril thought she was studying Shen Yuan.

Little did he know that he was the subject of research, and the initiative had always been in Shen Yuan's hands.

If you want to kill her, just thrust the Spear of Immortality forward and you'll be done.

The Flügel can be killed with just one Q skill, so why should I be wary of them?

If I had to say it, Shen Yuan was more interested in the "God of War" behind her, so he decided to slowly get her to talk.

Immersed in fantasy, Jibril was still daydreaming, with an expression that could be described as dementia, and excessive saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

Shen Yuan pinched Jibril's chin and made her swallow her saliva.

"Ugh... My apologies! First of all, please forgive my preconceived notions of you as an unevolved animal-human, even without even introducing myself."

The Flügel girl Jibril whimpered incomprehensibly, then bowed her head deeply in apology.

"I am a member of the Flügel race, Avant Heim, created by the great God of War, Artosh. My name is Jibril. Please guide me!"

"You misunderstood, I am just an ordinary mortal..."

Shen Yuan added, "Of course, I come from another world. I don't know what the humans in this world are like. I heard they're having a pretty bad time."

"Humans? Those unevolved monkeys aren't even considered lower-level species! You're from another world, completely different from them. They're just talking monkeys."

The Flügel girl who calls herself Jibril, or rather the entire Flügel race, is full of respect for those who are stronger than themselves and recognized by them, but they look down on the human race, except for those from another world.

Therefore, in Jibril's eyes, the local indigenous humans were not even as good as livestock.

But Jibril would even regard humans from another world as superior species.

"Is this what you think?"

Shen Yuan smiled and said nothing.

Jibril presented a harmless appearance, her sweet smile declaring the animal status of humans in this world.

"Of course I'm not talking about you."

Staring at Shen Yuan, Jibril's eyes gleamed brilliantly. She said, "You are an unknown being from another world! An unknown being even rarer than the Old Deus! You possess extremely important research value, and I actually compared you to an animal like humans. How blind! Please forgive my rudeness once again!"

"Can I ask you something?"

Shen Yuan interrupted Jibril.

"Please say!"

"Why do you have to drool just looking at me? Also, if your companions find you, will you let them kill me?"

"No! The Flügels primarily target the Dragons, Giants, and Old Deus, and are known as 'abnormal knowledge seekers' of the unknown! Furthermore, I hold a position within the Flügels, and my abilities are among the highest even among them. With me protecting you, no one can defeat you!"

"Oh...I believe it."

Jibril was not stupid. Although the Flügel were bloodthirsty and warlike by nature, they did not harbor any ill will towards the human race, because they did not deserve it.

Of course, Jibril couldn't let Shen Yuan be afraid of them, otherwise he would run away.

......

Above the endless sky.

Twenty thousand meters above this devastated doomsday land, through countless crimson ashes, at the end of the azure sky, there is a gigantic beast circling the "Elf Corridor".

"Phantasma" Avant Heim.

In the war for supremacy over the sole God, this fantastical beast, resembling a giant whale, built the Flügel nation on its back, filled with buildings that defied the laws of physics and towering trees.

As one of the strongest Phantasmal species, Avant Heim also serves as the first apostle of the "God of War" Artosh, and dominates the world with invincibility.

It's no exaggeration to say that it's a mobile war fortress loaded with "God-killing weapons"

Of course, when the real battle begins, Avant Heim functions more like a "helicopter carrier," with the fleet of cute, girl-like "carrier-based aircraft (Flügel)" on its back being the true weapons involved in the battle.

The ones who are truly responsible for the battle are these angels.

At this moment, the voices of the girls were heard from above the aerial fortress.

"Ah! It's Sister Azrael who's back!"

"Huh? Really?!"

"I wonder what species' head Azrael-sister brought back this time? I think it might be a giant..."

“Eh? Just the Titans? I think with Azrael-neeji’s immense power, there’s a good chance she’ll bring the Dragons with her!”

"But it seems Jibril went out with us this time... Hmm, I wonder what she's doing..."

"Jibril... I heard she went to cause trouble with the demons, but when she passed by the Elf capital, she was restricted by the no-fly barrier. In her rage, she unleashed a sky strike and destroyed the Elf capital..."

"No wonder I just heard a white light and vibration coming from the earth. It turned out to be Jibril's doing! But well done!"

The angelic girls chattered and discussed killing, war, hunting, and heads.

On top of that illogical building, there were floating and standing girls, all of them with goddess-like beauty. They had wings on their backs and halos on their heads, but they were discussing creepy topics.

He looked like a killing angel.

This is the headquarters of the Flügel, born from the "essence" of the "God of War" Artosh, and they seek to push the world into the abyss, or even a doomsday deeper than the abyss.

The cruelest race in the world, feeding on hatred, fighting spirit, malice and blood, the embodiment of killing and the incarnation of the vanguard of god-killing.

This race has beautiful faces that even the elves envy, and a wealth of knowledge even richer than that of the dwarves. However, the end of their ultimate beauty is that their hearts are darker than each other, and the more beautiful they are, the more cruel they are.

As the Flügel girls chattered away, the woman they were talking about, Azrael, descended from the sky.

This Flügel looked even smaller, with a body similar to a young girl's. It had emerald hair, a single horn on its head, blue-gold eyes, and a pair of symmetrical wings woven from its waist that looked like they were made of light. The halo pattern on its head was also more complex than Jibril's, consisting of several intricate magic circles and geometric shapes.

She is the first Flügel created by the "God of War" Artosh and is over 20,000 years old.

She is also the nominal leader of all the Flügel, and the elder sister.

"Has Koji not come back yet~ meow?"

Azrael looked around with a puzzled expression.

“Oh my, Azrael-sister is looking for Ji-chan again. She’s really doting on me~ I’m so envious…”

The cute Flügels started to get jealous, but shook their heads.

"No, it seems Jibril hasn't returned since she destroyed the Elf capital."

"Eh? Is that so... Could it be that something happened to her?"

Azrael looked a little worried.

"Don't worry, even though Jibril is the youngest among us, her fighting ability is top-notch. No one can threaten her..."

As a "special individual", Jibril is the final individual born among the 0.3 Flügel species. Her ability indicators are top-tier even among the Flügel species.

So the others didn't worry about anything happening to Jibril at all. Maybe she was just having too much fun and didn't come back for a while.

"Good."

Azriel nodded helplessly. Although she doted on Jibril, the latter was still not friendly towards her.

After such a long time, Azriel had long been accustomed to Jibril's unique personality and just let her be.

Without stopping for long, Azrael weaved through the canopy passages formed by the interweaving branches and buildings, and soon arrived in front of the main hall on the highest floor of Avant Heim.

In front is the throne of the Lord.

Azriel stopped flying on the floating divine steps and walked reverently, step by step, towards the Lord's palace.

The grand gate and the majestic stone pillar carvings.

The girl's footsteps became lighter and lighter, for fear of disturbing the being on the throne.

Finally, she cautiously stopped, knelt down at the foot of the magnificent throne steps, and waited quietly for something.

After a long time, a voice came from the throne.

"The First Individual... Are you here to report your results to me?"

An arrogant and domineering voice echoed in the temple hall.

On the throne between the kings, a man with a huge body, muscles as strong as stone, and bones as hard as copper and iron slowly opened his golden eyes.

His very existence seemed to embody the concept of "powerful". Just by sitting there, he gave off the feeling of being the "world ruler", as if he was the strongest being between heaven and earth.

The strongest individual of the Old God species, the world's top combat power!

——"God of War" Artosh!

"Yes, Lord God."

Azriel folded her wings slightly and drooped them, expressing her worship and respect for the Creator.

Chapter 303: God of War: How lonely it is to be invincible!

"Yes, Lord God."

Azriel bowed her head respectfully and folded her wings.

"But this time I want to report on Jibril. Not long ago, she used "Air Strike" to destroy the Elf capital, resulting in the deaths of three thousand elves. There's also news about the Ex-Machina..."

Azrael raised her head slightly and looked at the "God of War" Artosh on the throne.

"A feather from my eighteen wings, number one individual, Azrael."

"Yes."

"Now that the war has reached its end, do you think I will lose?"

Artosh raised his brilliant golden eyes and looked down at the Flügel below.

"The throne of the One God is in the hands of Artosh-sama... This is beyond doubt."

Azrael answered without thinking.

"I said, I might lose the battle."

Artosh shook his head.

"...You're joking."

Azrael was stuck in a process where she couldn't answer the Lord's questions.

"I'm strong."