Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Jibril nodded her chin, floated in front of Surtr, and looked directly into her eyes.

"What's the point of answering questions with questions?"

Surtr remained silent, her mind still subconsciously racing. To be honest, she didn't really pay attention.

Even if those guys beat her brains out, it wouldn't affect her at all.

"look!"

Jibril suddenly shouted, pointing at Surtr's eyes.

"That's it, with that indifferent look in his eyes, like he has me written all over his face. Even though we haven't known each other for very long, that expression is quite common."

"It's normal for my thoughts and actions to be a little different, right?"

Surtr did not deny that this was her true thought.

"Yes, so why did you do that?"

"It was just a casual remark. Even if it doesn't really matter, I still consider myself to be leaning towards the lawful camp."

"But you didn't get those long-eared people to abolish slavery before, did you? You only mentioned it briefly."

A hint of surprise appeared on Surtr's face.

Although she essentially wanted to embark on more missions, what the other party said wasn't wrong. Taking in a few slaves was no big deal, but changing the system was a troublesome matter with no benefits, so she was too lazy to do it.

"So I think you must have some purpose in emphasizing stopping the war."

Jibril spoke in a tone that seemed to know everything.

"To be honest, with your strength, I can't think of anything in this world that could stump you. But you mentioned before that you wanted the Star Grail, so I wonder if it might be related to Lord Artoria."

She flapped her wings and flew to Surtr's side, placed her hands on his shoulders, and brought her lips close to his ear to ask.

"What will happen to Lord Artesius if the war disappears?"

She didn't know what would happen to Altshu.

But this slightly ambiguous gesture made Surtr's heart itch.

I calmed myself down a bit.

She answered.

"The strength of the concept of divine essence is closely related to reality. If the war were to disappear, Altshu would probably become weaker."

Despite having his plans pointed out, Surtr was not flustered at all; on the contrary, he was quite frank.

This time it was Jibril's turn to be surprised.

She really hadn't expected the other person to be so calm, even though their plan had clearly been seen through.

But upon closer reflection, she hadn't actually been hiding anything from them when she did things; anyone who paid attention would have noticed. This was because she was fearless and had nothing to fear.

Do you think they can't stop it? Or is this just a minor part of the whole process?

So what is the real purpose?

Could it be that they really intend to feed all the people of the world?

Jibril suddenly felt a little frustrated, just then she heard Surtr's laughing voice.

"What? I've already confessed such an important secret to you. You can be happy now. Maybe you'll find it useful when you hunt down the divine species in the future."

Thank you so much.

Jibril rolled her eyes, feeling like the other person was mocking her.

She muttered a complaint to herself, then asked as if seeking her opinion.

"May I tell Lord Artesius this news?"

"Of course, I can give you a ride."

Surtr spoke with genuine sincerity, as if he were simply taking a friend home.

"..."

Damn it! Isn't there anything that can make this guy nervous?

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 41 - The Flying Species Have Limits

Oh, found it.

Surtr's eyes lit up.

In just a short while, she found what she wanted.

The remains of two divine beings.

They ordered the body to be moved into the main hall.

One was a headless leopard, while the other was humanoid, with bat wings and a tail, probably a vampire.

Whether it was the strangeness of the corpse itself or the special environment inside this Demon King's Tower, even after countless millennia, the corpse still looked as fresh as when it had just died.

Those demons are really wasting their time. Such rare materials are just left to gather dust in some corner. If they had been given to the forest elves, they would have created a few more powerful weapons that would cause this world pain.

With this level of skill, you think you can destroy the world? You'd better go back to farming.

Surtr silently critiqued the situation, his palm radiating the essence extracted from the corpse.

Fortunately, these two guys didn't hide the essence in some strange place.

"Are you really going to eat it?"

Jibril snapped out of her daze, sat back down on the armrest, and exclaimed in surprise.

Although Azriel had been talking about it before, this was the first time I had actually seen her.

"Of course, but not directly into the mouth, since it has been castrated for who knows how many years."

"Would eating such a weak divine species really be effective?"

Jibril thought Surtr could smash them into fragments of their souls with a single finger.

"It's not very useful, but it's already been offered to me, so it would be impolite not to eat it."

As he spoke, Surtr suddenly looked at Jibril.

Would you like to try the taste?

Jibril paused for a few seconds, blinked, and asked in return.

"May I?"

You could hear the expectation in his voice.

"I don't care, but your body probably can't take it all; it'll definitely explode."

"It's alright! I can take my time, and I can also try to modify the technique to better align myself with the essence of the divine."

Jibril hardly hesitated.

Speaking of which, the Skywing species are magical life forms, and their very existence is a complex and intricate ritual.

Containing the divine essence would be far more dangerous than ever before, but she had to consider that this might be her only chance in her life.

That's perfect, she's never afraid to risk her life.

at the same time.

[Mission: Push the Limits]

[Quest Summary: Jibril yearns to contain the divine essence]

[Quest Rewards: 2000 Primogems; 5 Random Rewards]

We have no choice but to help.

"Okay then, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

With that, Surtr waved his hand, splitting the star-like essence into two parts.

"This one belongs to the Beast God. His authority roughly includes hunting, wild beasts, and killing. The strength of his divine authority can only be described as average."

"The one over here is the vampire. Its power has illusions, darkness, blood, and the like. It seems to be stronger than the Beast God."

Although it did not encompass all of them, Surtr could still determine the approximate extent of the authority.

"So, which one do you want? Of course, don't say you want them all or anything like that, you definitely can't handle that."

Surtr stopped Jibril's restless heart.

It's not a divine species to begin with; if it were to absorb too much authority, it would definitely explode.

"Oh, of course I know. Do I look like such a reckless person?"

Jibril muttered, sliding her fingers back and forth over the two clumps of divine essence, and almost without hesitation, she pointed to one of them.

"That's it."

She pointed to the essence of the Beast God.

The essence of the vampire race sounds powerful, but as expected, the essence of the beast god is a better match for the winged race itself.

Hunting, killing—isn't that what they've always been doing?

what.

It felt like it was specially prepared for her; coming along was definitely the right decision.

Holding the stardust in her hands, Jibril's face flushed slightly with excitement.

The more she improved, the more she realized that the Winged Race had its limits. Therefore, she decided to give up being a Winged Race!

"Ah, wait a minute."

Surtr interrupted the other's high spirits and reminded him.

"You're not planning to just stuff something you've never seen before into your stomach, are you? At least study it for a while first, and only do it when you're confident. I don't want to see you suddenly explode into a bunch of elves."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Jibril wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

Her excitement almost made her forget the vigilance she should have maintained, which was a real blunder.

It definitely requires some research to determine which posture is the safest and most effective for absorption.

A week later.

"I'm ready!"

In a separate laboratory within the Demon King's Tower, Jibril spoke in a loud voice.

"you sure?"

"Surtr asked."

"Sure!"

Within a week, with the help of the organic Kayle race—a race with superhuman abilities—Jiburier believed she had brought her body to its optimal condition.

"Based on calculations, Jibril's chances of success are less than 30 percent."

Hughie immediately poured a bucket of cold water over her shoulder.

"What an unromantic piece of trash! At this point, we should be saying that Lady Jibril will definitely succeed."

Jibril said with dissatisfaction.

"Besides, 30% is already quite high, okay?"

It's worth the gamble.

"Well, you can figure it out yourself. I'm watching, at least you won't die on the spot."

Although she lacked confidence in her opponent, Surtr was confident in herself.

Why do I feel like no one expects me to succeed? Has despair become all that's left in your minds after staying in this city for so long?

Jibril stared expressionlessly at her companion, who could hardly be called a companion.

"That's a normal concern. By the way, here, take this."

As he spoke, Surtr casually tossed something at the other person.