Anime Crossover: Limits Removed, I Don't Eat Beef!

"I need to use spatial teleportation to dodge this attack?!"

After saying that, he threw a punch!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a series of explosions, all the Thunder Spears transformed into 'spirits' and returned to the world, turning into black ash.

Chapter 35 The Long Wait and the 'Answer' (Second Update)

"This! How is this possible?"

Seeing the hundreds of lightning spears they had thrown so easily shattered by a single punch, the Skywing girls couldn't help but show expressions of disbelief.

No wonder he could defeat Jibril, the 'side story individual,' without taking any damage, and even his own creator showed such strong interest in him, regarding him as a true 'enemy'!

It turns out the opponent was such a powerful being!

Because of the effect of Li Chaofei's punch, the Skywings who originally wanted to get behind Jibril and secretly take her away, along with the other Skywings, all stopped what they were doing with shocked and incredulous expressions.

“Senior! Even now, do you still not understand what our ‘Creator’ truly seeks?”

Jibril frowned slightly, shook her head with a wry smile, and said.

The strongest god-type war god, Artes, what he truly seeks is no longer the [Star Grail] that controls the laws of this world.

The Star Cup is no longer as important to him as it used to be.

That was a fact known to Jibril, and indeed to all races.

If the God of War, Artesius, truly desired the Star Grail, then this great war would not have lasted so long.

If he were to use his full strength seriously, he could kill all the other divine beings except himself within half a day, bringing this 'great war' to a complete close.

Thus, he ascended to the throne of the 'One God'!

But he did not do that. Instead, he sat idly on the throne, waiting for his destined one to challenge him!

But this time, he mobilized a large army of hundreds of Skywing species for her, this "extra individual".

Perhaps, to others, Altshuo didn't want to lose her, this rare 'side story', but that's not actually the case!

The reason for mobilizing such a large army of Skywing races with the power to kill gods was simply to 'test' whether the man named 'Li Chaofei' was powerful enough to defeat him!

The God of War, Artesius, no longer wanted to wait.

The God of War, Artesius, who has been dormant for over a thousand years, is eager to taste the long-awaited flames of war, the long-awaited killing intent, malice, and bloodshed!

To put it bluntly, he's just like a certain bald demon king, only he's more extreme!

Even after waiting for a thousand long years, no one has ever appeared who could defeat him.

He needs an opponent, an opponent he can truly regard as an 'enemy'!

In other words, he wants to 'fight'! And he craves 'defeat'!!

Jibril did not understand and could not comprehend it. Logically speaking, Azriel was the original individual and had served the 'Lord' for tens of thousands of years.

It's one thing for others, but why is it that even she, the final extra individual, has noticed the truth, while she, the 'original individual,' is still completely clueless?

“Jibril, you know what? She wasn’t always like this, acting so stupid.”

A familiar sigh suddenly came from behind her. Jibril paused for a moment, then turned her head to look with a slightly tense expression.

"It really is you, Raphael-senpai..."

Jibril, in her child form, looked up at the Winged Race that appeared behind her, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a low voice.

The geometric halo above its head was incomplete, only one eye remained, and even the most important wing for the Skywing race was cruelly destroyed in half.

This Skywing species, with its incomplete halo and only one eye and one wing, is named Raphael.

This Skywing species predecessor named Raphael was not born incomplete; as the fourth individual, she was perfect when she was created by Altshu.

The main reason she lost a part of her body was due to the previous operation to annihilate the divine species!

During that battle against the gods, Azriel, out of necessity, gave the order to "let Raphael die under his own Sky Strike."

Their aim was to use her as a shield, thereby piercing through the essence of the body in one fell swoop!

Raphael, who was used as a shield, was attacked by both the divine race and the strongest winged race, and was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Despite Althus's divine protection, Raphael was still unable to fully recover.

In the end, she not only lost her left wing and left eye, but her halo was also shattered.

Therefore, among all the Skywing race, Raphael is the senior that Jibril admires the most!

"Of course I know what you're talking about. Senior Azriel was an incredibly powerful being back then. I've heard rumors about her from other Skywing seniors as well. But why did she become like this now?"

Faced with Jibril's doubts, the Skywing race, who had played a crucial role in the war against the gods, could only give a wry smile.

Then he squatted down, reached out and patted the youngest 'little sister's' head, and said softly, "I've been thinking about the answer to this question for a long time!"

"Why did the once ruthless Azriel become like this? And after thinking about it, what surprised me was the answer to that question..."

"It's you! Little Ji!!"

Chapter 36 Everyone is drunk but I am sober! (Third update)

Upon hearing Raphael's words, Jibril's amber eyes widened in astonishment.

"She has deep doubts about why the master created the 'side story individual,' which is why she observes your every move at all times."

"During the observation process, it seems that your 'incompleteness' gradually changed her thinking. I'm afraid... she was completely unaware of the changes that were happening to her."

"Ah~ That's why she was like a stalker, constantly chasing after me during that time. Honestly, those days were like hell for me, leaving an indelible shadow!"

Jibril sighed, feeling utterly powerless, as she recalled the days immediately after her creation.

"Speaking of which, Senior Raphael, are you sure it's alright for you to leave there at this time?"

"Heh! Do you think 'Lord' needs our protection? Putting that aside, I was quite shocked to hear that you were defeated by people of an 'unknown race'!"

"Is that so? Haha~" Jibril laughed apologetically first, then said something even more shocking: "I didn't just lose the battle, senpai, I lost everything to him~"

As expected, Raphael was shocked and his eyes widened when he heard Jibril say that. This was an outcome that the Skywings had never experienced before!

"Why did you go to such lengths, Xiao Ji? Even in this state, you could still teleport back to Abant Heim!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Jibril said with a helpless expression, "As expected, even you didn't notice."

Why doesn't anyone understand?

It's so obvious what their 'master' is pursuing!

Jibril thought to herself.

"Discovered what?" Raphael still couldn't understand what Jibril meant by that look on her face that said, "I'm the only one who's sober in a world of drunks."

"Then let me ask you a question, senior: do you think our 'master' will be defeated?"

"Lord Arthas is the strongest god in the world, without exception! Therefore, defeat is impossible!"

Upon hearing Jibril's question, Raphael answered without hesitation.

Then she squinted her remaining right eye, looked at the bright red sky in the distance, and continued:

"We Skywing races are not afraid of death. Even when fighting against races with higher ranks and greater strength than us, we can still achieve final victory! All of this is thanks to the protection of our creator, Lord Artesius!"

"Before Lord Artesius, everything in the world is weak! This is indisputable!"

"Is that what you think, senior? But I always feel he will lose~ He will lose to the 'weakness' he once looked down on!"

Jibril didn't care about the consequences of her words, while Raphael looked surprised, as if he wanted to ask Jibril why she thought that way.

Before she could ask, Jibril continued, "Although he is the 'strongest,' don't you feel that he is always lacking something? That's why I can't feel any respect for him."

Upon hearing Jibril's words, Raphael paused for a moment, then asked, "So, does that guy possess what you're after? Is that why you want to 'betray' Lord Artshu?!"

Upon hearing Raphael's words, Jibril didn't offer any explanation. Instead, she readily admitted, "Yes! The unknowns surrounding him are precisely what I'm seeking. Because of these unknowns, he also possesses potential!"

"And since I met him, I've undergone many wonderful changes! Hehe~"

"Possibility? What possibility? The possibility of defeating our creator?"

"Oh dear~ I didn't say that~ Senior. Besides, I'm different from you. I only feel gratitude towards Lord Altshu. I'm grateful that he created me, and that's why I help him hunt down enemies to repay this kindness."

"That kind of dull old man who just sits on his throne all day, occasionally says something that leaves people scratching their heads, and then continues to immerse himself in the world of 'what is the strongest' is not the kind of master I, Jibril, admire!"

"Uh..."

Jibril's tirade left Raphael's eyes wide and his lips twitching, clearly speechless and unsure how to respond.

However, Jibril's words stirred up ripples in Raphael's heart, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake.

While having doubts about one's creator is a privilege unique to Jibril, this alternate individual, if other Skywing species had such doubts, they would certainly be accused of treason by the other Skywing species.

But in Raphael's heart...

But I couldn't help but think about what my youngest 'sister' had said.

Chapter 37 Azriel: Meow! ? (Fourth update)

Perhaps... Jibril is right?

Is their 'master,' who sits on the throne all day long, really the master they should serve?

The 'Lord' who sat enthroned on the throne had only left his throne once before, during the battle with Hatirem, a special individual of the Dragon Spirit species who was also hailed as the 'strongest' being.

After achieving victory and becoming the 'strongest,' for a long time, he never left the throne, nor did he even take a single step!

If things continue like this, what if one day the 'strongest' is defeated again, or even killed!

Then, the entire Skywing race will inevitably lose its identity as a god-slaying weapon, and also lose the sole reason for its creation!

And by then

"Tsk~ You're overthinking it! And how could I think like that!"

Raphael, suddenly snapping out of his daze, realized that this was a highly disrespectful thought in his mind and was shocked. He then shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake the disrespectful thought out of his head.

Then, looking at Jibril helplessly, she said, "You old fool... if the other Winged Races heard you address Lord Artshu like that, you might be punished and disciplined by Azriel~"

It was clear that Jibril's disrespect for the Creator Artes was already common knowledge among the Winged Race.

"Hehe~ It doesn't matter anymore, it's not like it's the first time I've said that!"

Jibril playfully stuck out her tongue, her face showing an indifferent expression. She dared to say such things before, let alone now that she has her own true master!

"..." Looking at her 'younger sister', her expression conveyed the feeling that even if the world were to collapse, someone would be there to support her.

Raphael didn't understand, but still asked, "Are you really not planning to go back? If you go with him, you'll be making enemies of the entire Skywing race, including Lord Artesius!"

"Furthermore, I don't think he could possibly withstand the attack of an army of hundreds of Skywing creatures at the same time, right? If he had that kind of strength, he wouldn't be unknown!"

"Hehe~ Senior, you don't need to say anymore. I was mentally prepared to be an enemy of the Winged Race and even Lord Altshu long before I gave myself to him completely~"

Jibril's eyes gleamed with seriousness as she touched her small maid outfit.

"Hehe~ I'm now determined to become my master's O-toilet maid! A maid like me, who can be both mature and cute, sweet and savage, is sure to win my master's heart!"

"Although the way Master speaks is indeed hard to flatter...hehe!"

“One more thing, senior.” With her playful expression gone, Jibril looked seriously at the strong, slender figure in front of her, her voice brimming with confidence.

"Are you sure he's the one holding off our army, and not the other way around?"

As soon as Jibril finished speaking, before Raphael could say anything, Li Chaofei's voice rang out on the tense battlefield.

"You pet maid, have some self-awareness! I'm not deaf! Think about the consequences before you speak ill of me!"

"You've forgotten how you begged for mercy before, haven't you! It seems the adjustment wasn't strong enough; we'll have to increase the intensity next time!"

"Huh? Huh—!~"

Before Jibril could utter any more 18+ nonsense, Li Chaofei's voice rang out again.

"Skywing races, stop with your back-and-forth probing. I didn't turn you into little girls right away because I wanted to see what the [Pseudo-God Strike] looked like!"

"Now, I'm giving you a chance to be released. If you agree, just nod, and I'll release the space that's been confining you."