You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Judging from the technique, it should be the Forest Elves. Only they have the ability to maintain such a large-scale oasis in this desperate world. However, for some reason, the technique is full of flaws and does not match the exquisite and meticulous nature of those long-eared creatures.

It's important to know that, unlike the Skywing race which is known for its strength and ability to fly, the Forest Elves, in addition to their superior magical abilities, are also very proud of their "refinement" and "wisdom".

"Looks like I'm having a lucky day."

"Jibriel said softly, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes."

The heads of individual Forest Elves are worthless, but an entire settlement is a different story; they might be able to take away a few warship cores or something—those things are useless to Skywings, they're just for collecting.

She walked slowly into the forest, each step as light as the wind. Her senses were extremely sharp, allowing her to detect any subtle movement around her. Soon, she discovered some small creatures hidden in the bushes, but unfortunately, they were not any fighting species; they were merely pets kept by the forest elves.

"It looks like it hasn't been taken care of in a long time."

A slight smile played on her lips. "Although these little creatures aren't very combat-capable, their specimens are quite rare."

She didn't rush into action, but continued deeper into the forest. Barriers often conceal unexpected things. Perhaps she could find some more valuable prey inside.

As she ventured deeper into the forest, the magical fluctuations within grew increasingly intense. The surrounding trees seemed to come alive, launching attacks against her. But the girl laughed it off, unconcerned. With a slight flap of her wings, she flashed over a thousand meters away, while the surrounding forest was engulfed in flames!

Finally, she arrived at a wide-open space, in the center of which stood an ancient stone tablet covered with complex runes.

"This is... a relic left behind by the forest elves?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Jibril's eyes.

No wonder the barrier had flaws; it turned out to have been abandoned long ago. But judging from its appearance, there must be some treasures or something. I should at least take them back to enrich my collection.

It may not be as effective as using your brain, but it's not a complete waste of time.

She walked up to the stone tablet and carefully examined the runes on it. Although she couldn't decipher the extremely complex spells with long ears, she could feel the powerful magic contained within them.

"What? This spell... it seems to have the words 'fantasy species' in it. Looks like I've really found something interesting today."

The Fantasy Species are powerful life forms that rank even higher than the Skywing Species. The Forest Elf Species, being such "scum," should not be associated with them at all. But mortals are always unexpectedly greedy and bold. Perhaps the Long-Eared Species have also begun to seek greater power in their predicament.

After all, they were even struggling to defeat the goblins...

Just then, the stone tablet suddenly emitted a faint light, and a powerful consciousness began to awaken, causing the girl—Jiburiel—to shrink her pupils.

"what!"

Instantly, the surrounding magic began to fluctuate violently, and a sense of oppression, almost tangible, filled the air.

Jibril sensed this power, but instead of retreating, she became even more excited. She spread her wings and hovered in the air, her magic power ready to unleash its strongest might at any moment, without needing to be gathered, making her a weapon of war.

"A soul? Not a magical creation of the Forest Elves... Could it be the remnant consciousness of the Fantasy Beasts? Did those long-eared creatures find the fallen bodies of the Fantasy Beasts and turn them into weapons?"

what!

I almost couldn't help but laugh!

No one of its kind has ever been able to defeat a Fantasy Species on their own. Although it is just a shadowy creature, its rarity is absolutely top-notch!

"Come on, let me see just how powerful the Fantasy Species really is. Even a fragment is worth fighting!"

She spoke softly, her eyes flashing with a fighting spirit.

The battle is about to break out.

……

The battle lasted a long time. The clash between Jibril and the broken consciousness was extremely fierce. The entire abandoned city seemed to come alive, and the soil, trees, and even the air became the enemy.

Small animals transform into ferocious beasts resembling demons, while microorganisms become highly toxic. Everything Jibril comes into contact with attempts to harm her body and take her life!

...I understand now why the forest elves abandoned this place.

They attempted to harness the power of the Fantasy Species, but even the fallen Fantasy Species were far more powerful than these long-eared creatures could have imagined. Something must have gone wrong in the experiment, leading them to weigh the costs and choose to retreat.

This is normal, after all, the gap between superior and inferior races is insurmountable, just like the difference between gods and mortals.

However, Jibril gradually gained the upper hand thanks to her extraordinary combat skills and the talents of the Skywing race—after all, she is not a true Fantasy race.

Finally, the ancient soul's power began to weaken, and its form became blurred. Jibril seized the opportunity and launched the final blow.

"ended."

She spoke softly, and the magic in her hand transformed into a dazzling light that shook the entire earth, leveling the city of Sendu. The move, named "Sky Strike," struck directly at the core of the ancient soul.

With a low rumble, the fragments of the Fantasy Species' consciousness vanished completely.

Jibril landed slowly on the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief. Although the battle hadn't been easy, she felt incredibly satisfied.

"The Fantasy Species lives up to its name. If it were in its normal state, I probably couldn't beat even a hundred of them."

She said with a smile, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

But she quickly realized the problem—

"What a huge loss! There are no spoils!"

The Skywing girl, who had regressed to a loli form due to excessive consumption, suddenly cried out in resentment, just like a child throwing a tantrum because she couldn't get her snacks.

……

When she returned to the Skywing race's base camp, her other companions surrounded her.

"Jibriel, you're back!"

What's wrong? Why are you playing so aggressively? Did you even use Sky Strike?

What did you learn today?

One of his companions asked curiously.

Jibril pouted in a huff, "No! I clearly encountered a fantasy species! But I didn't get anything~ Waaaaah~"

"Fantasy Seed!"

This statement immediately attracted a great deal of attention.

"Did you really find one? That's incredibly rare."

"Inside a forest elf's barrier."

"But they're not alive," Jibril said casually. "They're just fragments of something that's already dead."

"Fragments are rare enough, ahhh~ I also want to fight a fantasy species. If I can hurt a fantasy species, I'll be qualified to return to my lord's wings after I die, right?"

"Isn't that superstition?"

"Don't let the boss hear you say that, she's really looking forward to it."

"Jibriel, you're in luck today."

Her companions all looked on with envy. Although they were all Skywings, Jibril's speed and luck were clearly superior to theirs.

Despite being the youngest individual, his combat record is already comparable to that of many squad commanders.

"As expected of Jibril, she is truly extraordinary."

One of his companions remarked, "I used to think you were a mentally challenged, disabled person."

"Haha~"

Jibril smiled but didn't say anything more.

She knew that as an "extra individual," she was indeed different from others, but it was precisely this difference that allowed her to always find unexpected fun in battle. She didn't feel that this was a mockery or discrimination against her, nor did she feel the same way about the people who said those words.

We are all feathers that fell from "our Lord", sharing the same mission and structure, but individual differences arise from our later development.

Jibril, however, was an "anomaly" from the moment she was created, and was a being that her master paid special attention to.

Rather than discriminating against her, people admired and cared for her.

"Jibriel, let's go on an attack together next time we have the chance!"

A companion shouted.

"Okay, let's go raid the demon's lair together next time!"

……

Back in her room, she placed the stone tablet fragments she had collected from the ruins into her collection room. Although today's haul wasn't particularly bountiful, she felt very satisfied.

"Today's safari was quite interesting."

She sat by the window, gazing at the crimson sky in the distance. Although the world was still filled with war and death, to her, it was simply a normal part of life.

"Perhaps there will be even more interesting prey tomorrow."

She murmured to herself, then closed her eyes, enjoying a moment of peace.

As a Skywing, her life was destined to be filled with battle and slaughter. But even so, this was the meaning of her existence, and the life she would never tire of.

"Is there anything big I might run into?"

With this wish in mind, she entered a state of semi-dormancy, a deep sleep mode to restore energy.

As if in response to her idea, not long after, a bright and extremely wide beam of light ignited in the far distance of the sky, piercing through a colossal object from top to bottom!

"Ah... is there any isolated dragon spirit species that I might come across?"

Standing beside the corpse of a giant demon, surrounded by the bodies of various deformed monsters, someone uttered the same sentiment as Jibril.

This is not his true form, but an avatar, not even a normal clone.

He has now mastered the power of the [Lifesaving Hair] to an unparalleled degree. He combines it with the God of Salvation Blade, treating each divine artifact as a vessel to which he entrusts his incarnation, allowing it to carry his will. This breaks through the limit on the number of artifacts and is no longer confined to six.

However, these clones are slightly weaker in comparison, depending mainly on the strength of the divine artifact and how much divinity and magic power Iori invests.

The reason for using this degraded avatar is mainly to expand the search area and find the dragon spirit as soon as possible.

Actually, this should have been a very easy thing to do:

Iori possesses the "Wisdom of the Sky," which allows her to automatically search for information in her surroundings; she can find her target with just a quick stroll.

However, after he came into this world, he was forced to shut down this power!

As soon as he unleashed his senses, an overwhelming flood of information would rush into his mind, all of it negative emotions such as pain, despair, hatred, and murderous intent. The largest part, however, was pure and extremely distinct malice!

It is malice towards this world, malice towards all living beings, and its source is the black ash "spirit remains" that covers the entire world!

In the world of "No Game No Life," there exists the Elf Corridor, which is both a creature and a concept. They are omnipresent, causing various miracles, including magic, and nurturing countless living beings.

However, since the start of the great war, the gods and their retinue have recklessly used all kinds of extermination weapons, not only destroying the ecosystem forever, but also turning the Elf Corridor into endless black ash, turning it from a miracle into a curse!

If an ordinary person inhales a mouthful of this snowflake-like black ash, their internal organs will be corroded and eventually rot.

Iori is naturally not afraid of physical damage, and the so-called curse has little effect on his mind... but it's just too annoying!

It was like being bombarded with ads while playing a game, leaving Iori helpless. She simply shut down her powers and suppressed her mental perception to a controllable range.

Well, after this incident, Iori will show no mercy to any race in this world—in his view, it's questionable whether these guys even deserve to continue living on this planet.

Just like in World War I and World War II, the deaths of Europeans, Japanese, and Americans were all deserved, while the only true victims were China and those colonies that were passively drawn in.

There are also innocent races in this world, such as humans (who are probably the only surviving race without magic).

Iori knew that there were still many human survivors in this world, and that they were in a very bad situation, but he was not in a hurry to find them, because he was here to "have some fun fighting".

The God of War has a "get stronger when facing stronger opponents" mechanic, that's true, but we also have some unreasonable stats!

Rescuing them one by one is too inefficient. If we just kill all the aliens, humanity will have no enemies!

Isn't it also a kind of "benevolence" to simply let a race that is intoxicated with killing perish?

As for the divine species, especially whether the God of War paid attention to him, Iori didn't care. Even before his plan was completed, if the God of War wanted to fight him, he would be happy to oblige without any fear.

Moreover, he estimated that the other party had noticed him as an outsider from the very beginning, because he had sensed gazes coming from a certain direction more than once, and he naturally returned the gazes without hesitation.

For the God of War, war needs no reason, nor any prelude.

I always felt that all that was missing was a trigger, and a battle that would determine the fate of the world would unfold.

This made Iori a little excited.

……

"My lord?"

When Azriel, the leader of the Winged Race, finally had a long-awaited audience with the God of War, she looked astonished.

"I have never seen you so happy before."

"The time has come."

Seated on the throne was a giant clad in magnificent armor, seemingly shrouded in holy light.