Without even the screaming sound of spatial agitation, a powerful pillar of light burst out from Roland's position, piercing the crimson sky.

At such a distance, without even making a swing motion, the jumping elves gathered and crossed the space and descended directly.

If it weren't for the stark contrast between the aura of death and the cascading waves of flame in the sky pierced by the pillars of light, it would have been hard to imagine that the overwhelming power of the mountains and seas could have been so well contained.

To do this, it is necessary to create a confined space on the periphery of the pillar of light that is adjacent to reality but isolated, while releasing the power, and the process must be synchronized all the time.

Compared with simply releasing power, this kind of control over power at will is what really makes people feel daunted.

Azriel's face was filled with a cold killing intent, a stark contrast to the grinning look he had seen before.

The only person who can rub the little jeep's face so intimately is Azriel!

As the ultimate Gibril control, Azriel once made the feat of releasing the Heavenly Strike directly into the air in order to stay with the other party, so as to enter the repair room with Jebril.

Therefore, Azriel was very confident, such an attack did not even need to think for her, it had become an instinctive move, and at this distance, even the little jeep could not avoid the blow.

She calculated clearly that this blow would not break through the Jebril, who always added extra protection to herself, but it would be enough to turn all the races except the Skywing into ashes.

However, when she saw the scene inside the pillar of light, the girl's pupils shrank.

The wrapped Roland didn't seem to feel the torrent of elves that turned into substance around him, and even lifted the jebril in his arms as if he was showing off a trophy, with a smug expression.

This was clearly impromptu, as Azriel could clearly hear the faint exclamation of Gibril.

But the contrast between the other party having a little jeep to hold and having nothing for himself made Azriel almost bite a mouthful of silver teeth was the reaction of Jebril.

There was helplessness in the eyes of Gybril, who didn't even have time to stop the words, but more of a strange and curious look.

Feeling the temperature from Roland raising his hands, Gypril's body softened suddenly, and his words and movements stagnated, as well-behaved as a cute doll.

She looked down at Azriel below with a blushing face, and she didn't even make her usual aggressive taunts, and it seemed that she couldn't care about anything else for a short time in such a situation.

Damn it! What kind of ecstasy spell did this man infuse the little jeep?

It's so enviable...... No, it's so shameless!

The other party didn't even fight back, but such a clear declaration of sovereignty, and your helpless behavior, are more effective than any move.

However, Azriel, who was in a fighting state, was not deceived by the beauty of Gypril, and was able to move freely in such an attack, and even the clothes on her body were not torn, which in itself meant a lot of things.

After noticing the vigilance in Azriel's gaze, Roland also put Gipril into his arms again, directly ignoring the space sealed by the pillar of light that was still raging around him, and walked straight out.

In this process, Azriel still did not feel even a trace of stronger than himself from the other party's body.

Both reason and reality told her that the enemy's strength didn't care at all, but her intuition gave her a contradictory conclusion that the enemy was dangerous enough to kill her.

The two completely opposite feelings left Azriel in a state of confusion, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

However, as the most perfect creature of Lord Artexiu, his instincts are not to be mistaken.

This kind of judgment that seems to put the cart before the horse is a symbol of anomalies, is this guy the challenger that Lord Altexiu has been waiting for?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Azriel stared at Roland, who was looking at her with a smile.

The shadow cast by the tall figure of the other party had slowly covered her, but soon, she restrained a trace of fear that flashed in her heart, regained her composure, and her expression became solemn again.

Azriel froze, and with an impeccable expression, he bowed slightly towards the black-haired young man in front of him with a serious expression.

"Visitor from another world, my lord has been waiting for a long time."

To her, Artexiu was both a father and a creator, and Azriel could disobey the other party's orders and sneak out to find Gibril, because she knew that the Lord God would not care about such a thing.

But when it comes to the enemy that Artexiu has been waiting for for a long time, she won't mess around like she did before.

Since she can be seen as a challenger by the Lord God, she must respect him, even if it is superficial.

But is your luck so bad? Obviously, he rushed over after discovering the traces of Gibriel's solo action, but he didn't expect to bump directly into the main owner.

"Oh, so you're here to convey the idea that Altexiu can't wait? That guy is really out of style, it's rare to meet an appetizing meal, and it's the right thing to do with anticipation. ”

Roland, who knew Artexiu's setting, was not nervous and said unconcernedly, but Azriel couldn't sit back and watch the reputation of the Lord God be damaged because of his gaffe.

"It's not meow! How could Lord Arteshu be so fanfare because of an enemy of your level! ”

Azriel's brow furrowed.

Her trust in Altexiu is far from being shaken by the unknown in the other world, and even the respect she shows for Roland is not essentially because of Roland's strength, but because he is recognized by Altexiu.

As a weapon of war that has even cut off the heads of the gods, there is no need for Azriel to grovel to anyone in this world except Artexiu.

With a burst of anger on the girl's face, she said, "Whatever tricks and preparations you want to use, do whatever you want, Master Arteshu will neither detect nor stop it, he will only wait for the day when you start a war!" ”

"This is the pride of Lord Altexiu as a strong man, but I advise you to be enlightened as soon as possible, and be the enemy of my lord, no matter how much effort you put in and what kind of strength you gain, you can't change a fact, that is the conclusion of Lord Altexiu himself."

Azriel's voice was as cold as a knife, and it sounded emotionlessly.

The girl who wanted to correct Alter's name racked her brains to refute Roland's words, trying to hit the other party's confidence as much as possible.

But Roland smiled unconsciously as if he didn't understand the meaning of her words.

"The evaluation of the strongest god? I would like to hear about it. ”

She recalled the words of the majestic figure in her memory that day, took a deep breath, and raised her head with honor.

"—You're the challenger."

After saying this, she raised her head expectantly, wanting to see Roland's solemn expression.

As she expected, after saying Master Altexiu's conclusion, this powerhouse from another world did put away his cynical expression after being stunned for a moment.

Roland gasped.

"That's what he said?"

"Huh?"

Seeing the confusion on Azriel's face, Roland also shook his head amusedly.

"As far as I know, the last person who claimed to be the strongest, but said this, his body has been broken in two, and this flag is not standing."

Such an indifferent performance made Azriel's gaze suddenly become cold, and her temperament suddenly became eerie and terrifying.

"I don't know what you're trying to say, but what you said just now is offending Lord Artexiu, right?"

She muttered to herself, a hollow mask-like smile on her face, like a doll that had abandoned her feelings.

"So what? You don't think you can beat me, do you? ”

Roland smiled slightly, undressed his disguise, and then, his body was instantly covered by shadows.

This is a scene that absorbs a huge number of spirits from the source of the world, and in the end, even the light cannot escape, and can only be absorbed.

This change also occurs when the Celestial Wing Species unleashes the technique with all its might, and in the records of other races, just seeing this posture from a distance is enough to pronounce the death penalty on the attacked.

But such a scene was only caused by the enemy being a little more serious and taking a breath.

It was only then that Azriel suddenly realized that the human boy who was holding a chess piece and running away without saying a word was very different from Roland.

Can't win.

The instinct of the fighting race immediately came to the answer.

But Azriel still had no intention of retreating, she could not sit idly by and watch her father be despised.

What's more, on the battlefield of life and death and sharpening her soul, giving up such an opportunity can only mean that her wings have rotted.

Compared to death, decay itself is what the Celestial Wing Species will really fear.

She also knew very well that the fact that she was the leader of the Celestial Wing Race and escaped from the battle would be more disappointing to Lord Artexiu than disobeying orders.

Azriel spread her wings and teleported to the sky, looking down at Roland below.

The aura on her head spread out into multiple complex clusters, and the dazzling wings suddenly turned from light to dark.

This is a symbol of her desperate accumulation of elves, even the light.

Everyone could see that the restless power in her body had clearly exceeded the limit of the Tianyi Species.

"Lord Roland, let me ......"

This performance caused Gypril to scream, shaking his calves in Roland's arms with excitement, and his eyes were full of longing for battle.

"No, with your current gap, eighty percent will be wiped out, I don't want to fight you again after recovery, and consume the power of recovery again, which is too much."

Gibril, who was categorically rejected by Roland, pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, but even if a thought could teleport out of this warm embrace, Gibril still didn't make any moves, as if she was just an ordinary little girl.

"Hmph, I'm usually a fool, but I'm pretty decent when I'm serious, Lord Roland, I know you won't be knocked down by an attack of this magnitude, but it's better to be careful."

Gypril raised her head and stared at Azriel and whispered.

"I wasn't involved in that battle, but I've heard from my fellow men,...... In that God-Butcher War many years ago, it was Azriel's Heavenly Strike that shattered the essence of that god's seed. ”

The materialized essence of the god is equivalent to the heart of the god species, and even if it does not have any protection, it is a powerful existence in itself.

And Azriel, who hadn't touched her real character for hundreds of years, put aside all distractions and stared coldly at the enemy in front of her.

She bit her lower lip slightly with her teeth and looked at Gypril.

"Little Jeep, it's too late to back out now, otherwise, my attack will also affect you."

But in the face of her kindness, Gypril just stuck out her tongue, looking unconcerned.

"Really?"

Azriel exhaled lightly and looked at Roland with a blank expression.

"One blow is over, challenger from another world, even if my life will end here, but after this battle, I will leave you with irreversible injuries, and your already slim chances of victory will be reduced by a few points."

Azriel raised her hand gently, and just this action made the sky around her unconsciously dim and begin to tremble violently.

The end of the blow is not some arrogant declaration, but the consciousness of fighting against the water.

The gap between her and Roland can be said to be clear at a glance, and it is completely foolish to want to use escape or stratagem to avoid its edge.

But she will definitely lose if she is tough, and she has no ability to strike first.

However, it is not impossible to leave Roland with irreversible injuries.

Azriel calmly analyzed.

This arrogance comes from her own peculiarity, as the first individual, for Artexiu, a power that can grow infinitely, the moment when she was created is far less powerful than when she created the sisters behind her.

But even so, Azriel is still the strongest Celestial Wing.

Because both she and Gypril were created with special motives.

"Such recklessness, such arrogance, you must be punished—"

"It's you who should be punished, right, as the leader of the Tianyi Race, but like a child spoiled by his father, he is willful and reckless, showing off his might, you don't think that the reason why I let you go is because I value your strength, right?"

Roland shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

Hearing Roland's words, Azriel was slightly stunned, but did not refute, but fell into silence, obviously being said to be in the heart.

"So, in return for Artexiu, let me teach you, the answer is simple, because it's the same reason you ignored Rick."

Roland let go of a hand around Gypril's waist and spread it out slightly, hooking it towards Azriel.

"-In the eyes of the strong, there is no seat for the weak!"

(End of chapter)