Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Chapter 4 k Xiaoji stewed mushrooms

"Xiaoji, Xiaoji, elder sister is back to play with you..."

The loli, walking with slender legs, holding a dogtail grass in her mouth, with heterochromatic eyes and small wings on her back, pushed open the door of the room.

but!

When I saw that the room was empty.

His expression, which had been extremely joyful, visibly fell.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Xiaoji actually abandoned his dearest sister and ran off to hunt. Sister is so sad!!"

——Azriel!

She is Artosh's first incarnation. The feat of the Flügel killing the Old Deus was accomplished by her and another Flügel, Raphael, together.

Moreover, she has quite rich emotions. Although she only treats other races as prey, she is quite kind to her fellow Flügel.

He is especially concerned about Jibril, the last person created and also the "extra individual".

Rather than being like an older sister, she is more like a perverted sister complex who has special feelings for Jibril, her younger sister.

For example now.

Azriel was running around on the bed that Jibril had made, sniffing the scent Jibril had left on the sheets, with a perverted expression on her face.

However, Jibril was not interested in Azrael’s abnormal behavior.

Every time she took a shower at home, someone would rush in and touch her.

Even when I was sleeping, sometimes there would be one inexplicably appearing in my quilt in the middle of the night.

So she really didn't like staying in the gathering place of the Flügel.

"But I wonder if Xiaoji will bring back any hunting trophies?"

"It should be a powerful dragon spirit or fantasy species."

"We need to prepare well and celebrate for Xiaoji!!"

Azriel fantasized about a love scene with Jibril.

But the person she was imagining was flying in the dark red sky, running around aimlessly.

That is the girl who is staying in the sky.

An overwhelming presence, with a geometric halo spinning above its head.

From its waist grew wings that emitted a faint glow but were too small to allow the body to float in the air from an aerodynamic point of view.

The flowing long hair still flutters even in a windless room——

Whenever the hair moves, it reflects light like a prism, making it look like a rainbow.

What emanated from those pupils was endless murderous intent and death.

This is the extra individual that Azrael is obsessed with.

It is also the last work!

——The Flügel, Jibril!

"Really? Why can't I see any prey worth hunting?"

“This makes people very distressed.”

"Whether it's a Dragon, a Phantasma, or an Old Deus, any of them will do."

The girl, who looked like an angel, exuded a violent aura from her whole body and kept muttering to herself.

She is the most powerful individual among all the Flügel.

After growing enough, no Flügel could compete with her in a one-on-one fight.

Even their eldest sister, the original Azrael, was the same.

It's all because of the different ideas of creation.

When Artosh created Azrael and the others, he really just wanted to create his own race like the other Old Deus to pass the time.

In a sense, Jibril's birth was in line with Artosh's expectations.

This expectation is that Jibril hopes that her creation can grow to the level of being on par with herself.

To satisfy his lonely mood after the battle with the "End Dragon".

So she is really very strong.

How strong is it exactly?

Even in the original work, 43% of the Ex-Machinas' pseudo-classic Yan Longxiao couldn't even break the defense.

But even though she is so strong, she still doesn't have any outstanding achievements.

Even though she is not as strong as her nymphomaniac sister, she can still hunt down the Gods.

She has not achieved anything yet.

So she often left the gathering place, also wanting to see if she could come across valuable prey.

The light-reflecting hair sways in the sunlight.

My mood became more and more irritable.

(etc!)

Suddenly, Jibril, who was casually looking around, suddenly fixed his gaze on one place.

The endless surging magma!

The sky is full of lightning and thunder!

A bottomless canyon!

The mountains are towering!

She had never been here before, but as a well-read woman, she seemed to have some impression of the scenery here.

"This place seems to be..."

Jibril's mouth corners suddenly curved upwards.

The cruel and bloodthirsty smile directly added a bit of weird beauty to the delicate little face.

Thinking like this.

Jibril suddenly raised her hand.

She was always connected to the Elf Corridor, and a blade of light instantly burst out from her hand, swinging down with a force powerful enough to split mountains and split rocks.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion sounded immediately, and a thick blade of light flashed by like a crescent moon, and the surrounding space even began to fluctuate unstably.

About a few seconds passed.

An angry dragon roared in the canyon where sand and gravel were still rolling down.

"Damn it!"

"It's too much to bully the dragon."

A huge black dragon, big enough to cover the sky and the sun, slowly rose in the canyon with the sound of a dragon's roar.

The moment Jibril caught sight of this target with her vision, her pupils lit up with excitement.

"It looks like I have fried up a pretty big fish."

Jibril looked at the black dragon in the sky, feeling the powerful aura rising all around.

"Damn you bastards, how dare you attack the Dragon Cave."

Without even waiting for the other dragon spirits to appear, Aaron Lev, who was already filled with rage, opened his bloody mouth.

After revealing the eerie and sharp dragon mouth that was flashing with cold light.

A terrifying, scorching temperature gathered in his mouth.

"boom--!"

The hot spirit's breath erupted directly in Jibril's direction.

The scorching hot wind melted through the surrounding space directly, the rosy rays of light pierced through the darkness, and the moisture in the surrounding space was evaporated in an instant.

Facing a terrifying attack.

Jibril blinked her eyes gently, without any panic on her face, but instead showed a smile of success.

"Be angry, stupid dragon, but you must follow me closely."

As these words came out of her mouth, the wings behind Jibril suddenly released strange spirit waves.

At the same time, the size of the wings behind her instantly expanded by nearly ten times.

next moment!

The sound of whistling wind was heard, and a hot breath arrived the next second.

The terrifying high temperature melted everything directly.

The ground was flat just now, but in less than two seconds, there was only a huge pit about a hundred meters deep.

As for Jibril just now, she completely disappeared here.

One is about half the size.

A giant dragon with a jade-white body emerged from the canyon.

Aaron Lev was breathing out flames.

Without even turning his head, he locked onto the direction Jibril left.

"You continue to move forward according to the predetermined direction and clear out the iron blocks that are eroding our territory."

“I’m going to go and kill this ignorant Flügel bastard with my own hands.”

After coming out this time, Aaron Raver knew that the possibility of him returning to the tribe was very slim.

Although he disagreed verbally, he knew that Lakeinrev's choice was truly good for the dragon race.

So he came out and didn't give any orders.

He didn't even spread the news, he just brought out subordinates who were willing to live and die with him.

In this way, even if they all sacrificed themselves.

Nor will it have any significant impact on the overall strength of the Dragon Spirit Race.

"Yes, Lord Aaron Reifer!"

……

The wind was howling.

Jibril was flying at a speed close to the speed of light.

The surrounding scenery was like a movie rewinding, rapidly moving backwards.

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

Not only that, there were also continuous explosions that continued to ring out.

"It seems that he is indeed the only dragon chasing after us."

She slightly turned sideways, and another breath of dragon fire whizzed past her.

Jibril continued to move forward without slowing down, blinked her eyes, and whispered softly.

"The distance should be about the same."

I silently estimated my flight time.