Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

At least now she is quite reassured about the safety of her own race.

"It's done, Master Vitan."

Black Rabbit, who was completing the work on behalf of Vitan, also raised his head and took off his black-framed glasses which were only for decoration.

The previous Vitan had already told her about this.

After returning to the small garden, Black Rabbit will be responsible for some management issues.

So to be more straightforward, Vitan directly asked her to be responsible for this aspect now.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a moment.

Weitan stopped feeding and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Jump directly down from the windowsill where you are sitting.

Vitan's gaze also turned to the corner at the edge of the room.

"It seems your race has come to visit us."

"Want me to come with you? Fanlou?"

Silver-iron eyes, a petite and delicate body, and an exquisite and perfect appearance.

An ink pot as tall as a person was placed next to the girl.

"No, I will go alone."

"But, after I come back, you need to answer the question of what my power is."

Vitan made an OK gesture with his hand.

"Okay, but remember, you have to take your race back."

……

Under the violent impact, a tearing pain swept through her whole body.

The elven power in his body dissipated.

A feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged into the depths of her mind.

There was nothing to regret about losing to the Old Deus, and there was nothing to regret about losing my life.

It was just that she felt a little regretful about the betrayal of her dearest sister and her inability to report the matter to the Creator.

My consciousness gradually faded away...

"Azriel, you finally woke up."

A familiar voice rang in my ears, and consciousness gradually returned.

"Ok?"

He slowly opened his eyelids, which still showed a hint of fatigue, and his blurry vision gradually became clear.

"Ra...Fel?"

The voice sounded a little hoarse.

"It's me. You have been in a coma for nearly two years."

The sweet female voice carries some concern.

At the same time, the woman handed a glass of water directly to Azriel's mouth.

"Gu dong... gu dong..."

A glass of water went directly into her stomach, and the sweet spring of life immediately turned into energy that flowed through her limbs. Her limbs, which were already gradually recovering their strength, were immediately filled with energy.

"Two years?"

With Raphael's support, Azriel sat up against the head of the bed.

"Yes, Mel heard a strange noise while hunting, and found you on the verge of death in the ruined forest."

"If you hadn't been so lucky at that time, you would have been hopeless."

Raphael sighed and sat down beside Azriel's bed.

"Although you're not in a very good condition right now."

"But I still want you to explain."

"Who on earth did you run into to become like this?"

Although their leader of the Flügel race is not a good person.

But what she had to admit was that Azriel was very strong.

Even ridiculously strong.

He is the undisputed strongest among the Flügel.

She can hunt a single giant of the High Skywing species alone.

Even if it was a dragon king of the dragon spirit species, she could escape calmly.

It can be said that it is almost impossible to beat her like this.

Therefore, Raphael had to get things clear.

"It is a Deus that possesses the 'essence of life'."

"I was attacked by him."

"And Xiaoji is with him now."

Azriel responded quietly while experimentally training her control over her limbs.

After hearing all this, especially the part about Jibril, Raphael sighed heavily again.

“Is it really just as Artosh-sama said?!”

"Same as Xiaoji?"

After all, Jibril is still Azrael’s dearest sister.

No matter how much Jibril made a mistake.

Azriel, who was concerned about Jibril, couldn’t help but ask out loud.

He did not hide his concern in his words.

"Yes!"

Raphael looked at Jibril deeply, and recalled the day when Azrael was brought back and the time when he went to meet Artosh.

"Don't worry, the most important thing for you now is to quickly restore your rusted body to its prime."

"The day of our decisive battle with the Elven race is approaching."

"And you don't have to worry too much about Xiaoji's affairs."

"Master Artosh has already said so."

"All the actions of the extra-chapter individuals are reasonable. Everything you care about will be resolved after the war is over."

Gently stroking the back of Azriel's slightly withered hand, Raphael shook his head.

Azriel frowned deeply.

"Did Master Artosh foresee Ji-chan's situation?"

Azrael remained in this pensive posture and pondered for a while.

Then, as if by magic, the fire of fighting spirit rekindled on his face.

The pink little hand was clenched into a fist and waved heavily.

"Okay, then I'll use my fists to make Xiaoji fully appreciate the love and education from his sister."

……

--boom!

A sound that resounds through the sky.

It was not that a conflict had occurred between the Elves and Ex-Machinas who were in a state of confrontation.

Instead, it came from the rear of Wang Ye’s fleet.

It is the capital of the elves.

"what?"

"Test, test..."

Hinke Nilvalen and the five ancestral machines simultaneously focused their attention on the extremely brilliant beam of light behind them.

The light that penetrated the sky was so brilliant and sublime that it was enough to make anyone lost.

The essence of the gods, the source of power of the gods.

The feeling of sublime light comes precisely from the essence of the spirit, which is irresistible to lower-level creatures and is the majesty of the existence at the top level between heaven and earth.

"Lord God of Doubt..."

Shink Nilvalen went straight towards the gorgeous girl wearing oriental clothes, sitting with an inkstone in the middle of the light column.

Houlou twirled his brush with one hand, tilted his head, ignored Hinck Nilvalen, and stared at the five Founding Machines in front of him.

"It is indeed a very familiar aura. You are indeed the machines I made that day."

Five square bodies.

Although a considerable amount of time has passed, I only have some impression of the situation thanks to Vitan's reminder.

However, when she saw it, her long-lost memories were finally awakened.

But now she was very surprised.

Houlou was well aware of how much time had passed since she penetrated the Essence.

The fact that after such a long time, the five toys were able to move and find her was the source of Houlou's surprise.

The five ancestral machines were constantly shining with light, as if they were reading something, or as if they were extremely excited.

"——"Confirmed" The essence matches 100%, without any error, it is our master."

"——"Affirmation" Now the first goal is to return to my Lord's service."

Make a decision instantly.

The five original machines immediately flew towards the sail tower located a thousand meters in the air.

The other Ex-Machinas who were ordered to stand by also followed their "Uniforms" and headed towards their creator.

In the beautiful night sky, a star-like spirit body floated down, and the girl standing on the inkstone stretched out her little hand.

From the black sea of ​​mechanical humanoids, five square bodies shrank in size, floating, flying, and surrounding the God of Doubt. Among them, the "commanding" body fell gently into Hanlou's hands, just like countless years ago, the creator and the created, the creation returned to the hands of their masters.

"The creator whom we Ex-Machinas respect the most, the main god we serve."

The "Commander-in-Chief" on Fanlou's palm said:

"Your departure has made all Ex-Machinas lose the meaning of survival. Now that we have returned to the arms of the Lord, we will achieve our goal again."

"All Ex-Machinas, await your orders."

……

Fanlou didn't answer in a hurry.

There was an inexplicable emotion brewing in her silver-iron eyes, an emotion that was new to him.

But she didn't wonder about the sentiment.

——"Miss"!

This is what she has experienced since her birth in the distant past.

This is the first time I have experienced such emotion.

She didn't even follow her own instinct to ask questions.