Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"Everyone will be very happy, and Master Artosh will definitely praise you."

But this time, Jibril really broke free from Azriel’s hold, rolled her eyes, and said in a tone that was definitely not friendly:

"Didn't I already tell you that I won't go back?"

"Don't waste your energy on me anymore."

"Why?"

Azriel was completely confused. She couldn't find any reason why Jibril was still outside.

However, the answer Jibril gave her next really made this nymphomaniac Flügel completely lose his focus.

"Because I have already surrendered to another Spirit God."

Chapter 4 k Azriel, Moth to Flame

Azriel’s expression was extremely gloomy.

"Xiaoji, you were joking with your sister just now, right?"

Jibril's expression made her unable to find any trace of joking on her face.

Jibril nodded seriously.

"Of course, didn't I already say that?"

"Why do you think I was able to kill the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demonic Species? Why do you think I was able to launch such an attack?"

"Although I don't really want to admit this, I have to admit that my current strength, to a large extent, comes from my new followers."

She kicked away Azriel who rushed towards her shamelessly and wanted to hug her again.

A very simple thing.

The stunt was just a trick she hadn't yet completed before she met Vitan.

Otherwise, when she was fighting with King Yanlong that day, she would have used this move as her ultimate skill.

This move was perfected after she was forcibly brought back by Vitan and Radix was introduced to her.

She had to admit one thing.

Radix was the most knowledgeable being she had ever met.

Many questions that could not be answered in her mind could be found here in Radix, or solutions could be found.

That's why she won't go back.

Why go back? Her strength has improved rapidly here.

"Yes, Jibril is my plaything now."

"She took so many things from me, and I haven't even collected enough money for her. How can I let her go like this?"

A male voice suddenly sounded.

Azriel's whole body immediately became alert, but Jibril was extremely relaxed, even allowing the man who appeared directly to pick up her now extremely petite body.

"Are you right, Jibril?"

"boom--!"

If the scene in my mind could be expressed with sound effects, it would definitely make this kind of explosion sound now.

Azriel's eyes almost popped out of her head.

It was not because of anything else, it was all because the scene she saw before her was so surprising.

My sister, who usually defies everyone and even the creator Artosh, is now lying obediently in a man's arms.

"It's become so small that it's uncomfortable to hold!"

"Why, Master, don't you like my current body shape?"

In just a moment, Jibril understood what Vitan wanted to do, and while relaxing her body, she hooked her arms around Vitan's neck.

The corners of her mouth also outlined a charming arc.

"of course."

"You're still bigger, you'll make me feel better."

"What should we do?"

Jibril frowned pretentiously and put one of her small hands on Vitan's chest.

"It will probably take a long time for me to recover from this condition."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you in this way."

Jibril's cooperative look also made the arc of Vitan's mouth rise a little higher.

"It's okay, I'll complete these for you."

"I'll fill the void in you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vitan leaned down.

The two lips blended together, fighting fiercely.

The two stopped their intense movements only when Jibril’s cheeks turned as red as cherry blossoms.

Their chests heaving violently as they stood close to each other, they could feel each other's heartbeat.

From an angle that Azrael couldn’t see, Jibril blinked her amber eyes and said:

“You knew Azriel cared about me very much, but you still did this on purpose. You really have a taste for evil.”

“But you seem to be enjoying it.”

Vitan also chuckled, and then weighed the person in his arms who had become much heavier.

"Besides, your current state has indeed been restored by me, hasn't it?"

The body has completely recovered to normal, and the flow of elven power has become smooth again.

I feel like I'm back to my peak state, and even have a lot of surplus.

"That's true. Why don't we go a little further?"

Jibril twisted her body in Vitan's arms immediately after she finished speaking, her two straight legs wrapped around Vitan's waist like the roots of an old tree, her hands still around Vitan's neck, letting Vitan hold her with both hands, while raising her voice.

"It's not possible here now. Let's continue when we get back to the tent."

At this time, Jibril had already fully revealed her little face to Azriel.

Azrael’s eyes widened.

Jibril blushed at the right moment, and her body twisted and shrank like a shy little girl.

“Ahhhh, impossible, impossible…”

Azriel’s face was completely distorted, and in her mind, the string of rationality also broke at this moment.

Although it could not be seen with the naked eye, it seemed as if a thick and ominous black mist was spreading over Jibril's body.

The aura all over his body also became extremely unstable.

Most of the nerves in the body were directly connected to the Elf Corridor, and an extremely dangerous smell permeated the whole body.

"Why, are you going to do something to me?"

"If you do this, my opinion of you will drop rapidly."

“Yes, Senior Azriel, has your brain been eaten by a dog?”

Vitan’s words did not sober up the furious Azrael.

But Jibril’s extremely sarcastic words woke Azriel up.

And she finally connected the fluctuations of the surrounding elves with what Jibril had just said.

The girl with long emerald green hair suppressed her anger and suspicion and spoke with a trembling voice.

“Could it be that you are the creator of the Spiritual Race, the Spiritual Race of Life that Artosh-sama mentioned?”

It is not difficult to draw this conclusion.

First of all, she didn't know what Vitan's face looked like. Of course, she had looked directly at the battlefield two days ago.

However, the face of an Old Deus cannot be seen in that way.

So how did she infer?

simple.

First of all, the location here is not far from the main battlefield where the four tribes are fighting ahead.

When she first sensed Jibril's information here, she didn't think much about it. She simply thought that her sister had lost her way again and accidentally entered the battlefield. However, she happened to meet a suitable hunting target, so she started fighting directly.

Although it sounds far-fetched, it is understandable to the Flügel.

Secondly, it was what Jibril had mentioned and what she was experiencing now.

The person in front of her, although he looked a little frivolous just now, was somewhat different from the divine species she usually knew.

However, that strength is absolutely real.

"Good, now what do you want to do?"

With his arms hanging casually on both sides of his body, Vitan's eyes narrowed slightly.

An absolute crisis, an unprecedented crisis.

Even though she once killed a divine being, everyone knows what happened.

That kind of God is not the type that is good at fighting, but a very weak kind of God.

Even so, they paid a huge price and lost many sisters before they successfully hunted it down.

Now he is facing Artosh-sama, who has to take him seriously.

He vaguely regarded it as a divine spirit that was his mortal enemy.

How can I handle this alone?

but!

Countless elves condensed in the girl's hands, and a large number of necrotic spirits scattered all over the sky like ashes.

Azriel's slender arm directly grasped the light gun made of elf power and stared straight at Vitan.

"He deceived Koji and is also an enemy of Artosh-sama."

“Even if today’s attack was just an unplanned one, I will die here in battle, but my sisters as the Flügel will never let this go.”

“Even if you shed your last drop of blood, the claws of the Flügel will surely embed themselves deeply into your body and tear off a piece of your flesh.”

Mustering up her courage, Azriel showed a spirit that was completely different from her usual self, and she was determined to move forward without even thinking of retreating.

A majestic aura also gathered on her body.

"Ah!"

"Your courage is admirable. Under normal circumstances, I would definitely give you a dignified death to fulfill your heroic act."

“But if that’s the case, I don’t know if it would be considered a violation of the agreement with Artosh.”

Touching his chin, Vitan thought thoughtfully, and then he glanced at Jibril who was standing beside him.

"And we have to consider this guy's feelings as well."

Even though Jibril always disliked Azriel, if Azriel died at her hands now, she wouldn't hate her, but she would definitely be depressed for a while.

Azriel didn't dare to react excessively.

As for the sneak attack you mentioned?

Don't look at Vitan looking loose and seemingly defenseless now, but only when you stand in front of him as an enemy and look directly at his pressure, will you feel the pressure as if someone is squeezing your heart with their hands at any time.

"Well, I'll give you a chance to attack me."

"At the same time I won't attack."

"Whether you can escape unscathed today depends on whether you will be killed by the counterattack."