Weakling.

From the look of astonishment that flashed in Azriel's moment, you could see how rare this assessment was for her.

Although nominally as a weapon to assist the main god to fight for the throne of the sole god, as the closest confidant to Artexiu, Azriel understands that as long as the main god wants to, this is simply a matter of thought.

Therefore, she tried to share her worries for Arte and prove her worth as much as possible.

Before the appearance of inferior races such as the demon race, she was already a nightmare for many races, from the giant race to the dragon spirit race, to the fantasy race, and finally, even the god race became her merit.

Even the Dragon King, the god of victory, would use the title of the wings of the god of war to show respect for her, but now, she was actually given the title of a weak person that only the lower races of the forest spirit race and the goblin race can have?

"Sky Strike!"

Rick, who had already traveled far away, heard the words like judgment, and his face instantly turned pale, and in the face of the extremely rough and therefore no means to crack it, even if he had ninety-nine lives, it was completely insufficient.

Just escaping from the energy vortex in the aftermath of this move, I'm afraid I will have to explain most of the resurrection opportunities here.

It is necessary to play this game with the goal of holding out until the god Roland saves himself.

Just as Rick clenched the spiritual suit in his hand, quickly turned his brain, thought about ways to survive death, and waited for death to come, there was no superfluous movement.

He looked behind him in confusion, his pupils narrowing.

Azriel in the sky waved her right hand, and when the light disappeared from her raised hand, it was not a celestial strike in the form of a pillar of light, but a darkness that directly filled all directions, enveloping the figures of Roland and Gibril in an instant.

From Rick's point of view, Roland looked like he was trapped in a black ball.

Azriel noticed Rick's looking back, but she didn't have any time to erase it altogether, she just quietly felt the fluctuations of the invisible elves and space, and manipulated the energy.

Although Skystrike is synonymous with Skystrike, Azriel has always believed that her sisters don't know how to use power, and that they may be belittled or powerless, but that still can't change the fact that their Skystrike is a waste of power.

When such a huge spirit is gathered and released in the form of a beam, not only will unnecessary power be wasted in the process, but the energy that will escape later will be vented in an uncontrollable aftermath.

This efficiency is too low, and if you want to maximize the power of the Heavenly Strike, you don't need to restrain it, but directly release it and detonate it.

As for the problem that will make the target fail, wouldn't it be enough to directly use the confined space method to transfer the enemy and the Sky Strike together?

The Heavenly Strike will infinitely reflect and amplify in the confined space, without the slightest waste, and will even burst out with power beyond the energy itself.

Compression plus blasting, it's very simple.

But even with the talent of the Tianyi species, it is even more difficult to reproduce this move, so so so far, only Azriel can use this move.

This is from the perspective of the Tianyi species, and it can also be called a nirvana.

Because even if he knew it beforehand, there was nothing he could do about it, so even after the birth of Gybril, Azriel's personality became a fool, and many of his companions still have a deep fear of him.

Although Azriel was weak enough to become a young girl, her smile and eyes were still extremely cold, and her body exuded a strange and terrifying aura.

Although this nirvana is terrible, it is bound to be flawed in some way without holding an absolute concept.

A blow that is confined to an enclosed space cannot be applied to enemies stronger than oneself, such as the fantasy species or the god species, which are stronger than the Skywing species, can tear through the space.

Even if Azriel is special, it will only make the process a little longer.

Moreover, in addition to tearing the space, it is possible to escape with time transfer, even if the cost will be much larger than usual, but the feasibility of this method has been proven by Gibril himself.

"Little Jeep, thanks to you for teaching my sister a lesson."

Azriel looked back with trepidation, for fear that another figure would emerge from there and pierce her chest.

Since the last time he was placed by Gypril with a time shift, Azriel has begun to improve his moves, after all, the purpose of this move is only to prevent the moment when it may be necessary to execute his kindred, and does not take into account the situation against the strong.

However, it was said to be an improvement, but it didn't cost her much effort.

After all, she didn't need to think about the size of the damage at all, she just needed to work on the must.

As the first instance, Azriel's storage of mana is still four times that of the Kibril created when the main god was at his strongest.

This is not only because she is the origin of the Celestial Wing Species, but also because at that time, Altexiu's intention was to create a "perfect" existence.

This notion gave Azriel a lot of shortcomings, a fear of failure, a fear of exploring the unknown. This makes her unable to understand the causes of her loss, much less to learn, a fact that, combined with her spiritual commonality with Abant Huim herself, leads to a lack of personal temperament, creativity and above all awareness.

But because of this, she is also the purest.

For Artexiu at that time, the perfect reference was only himself, so Azriel would have extraordinary control, extraordinary strength, and terrifying combat instincts.

She herself symbolizes Altexiu's earnest release at that time.

Although he did not use all his strength, in the attitude and realm of this move, Artexiu was extremely focused and serious.

Therefore, compared to the companions who need to gather to regain the power of the god of war, Azriel's heavenly strike alone is enough to pierce the essence of the god species.

The moment the confined space was formed, it naturally began to disintegrate with the fluctuations that shook the void, emitting a thunderous roar.

It's not that Roland inside has made any resistance, but that Azriel took the initiative to use space as a carrier, allowing the energy of the shattering earth to crush it and explode.

Since the enemy plans to escape from space, why don't you simply give up the plan to increase the power of the Heavenly Strike, and use the space as a bomb to spread along with the Heavenly Strike?

In the case of space collapse, space-time transfer has naturally become a delusion, his own strength is enough to shake the planet, if such a force still can't kill the enemy, no matter how strong it is, it won't be of much use.

It's better to focus on unleashing attacks that even the gods can't defend against with the realm that Artexiu-sama had in the past, and if you're lucky, you may be able to die together, and if you're unlucky, you can leave an irreversible injury to the enemy.

Azriel waved her hand hatefully as if she were angry, and then clenched her fist as if she had already grasped Roland's heart in her hand.

"I'm sorry, little jeep...... Even if you will be affected, sister, I can't have any mercy. ”

- That being said, Azriel has no means to stop this move, and the Sky Strike is a blow that turns everything that makes up itself into a nerve that links the Elven Corridor, thus unleashing all the power it has drawn, sweeping through everything.

To maintain this state, not even Azriel could control it for long.

However, now she is still very confident, although she will lose without suspense with only one blow, but to make the other party leave a deep memory, or take the little jeep to hell together, it should be a simple thing, and then, just wait for the enemy to bury himself completely with the anger after the plan is disrupted.

Hey, hey...... It's not an unacceptable ending to die with little Jeep.

Azriel smirked, savoring the sudden happiness and dancing like a child—no, she was a child now.

It's just that things don't always go her way.

The technique she was proud of was about to detonate the space, but it didn't work, and it was broken through by Roland who appeared from it.

Or rather, completely gone.

It's not like a river melts into the ocean, it's not an explosion of energy.

Even as Azriel continued to expand her senses, she didn't feel the slightest increase in spirits.

"Huh? What happened to meow? ”

Azriel's resolute cold demeanor was gone, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes in astonishment, and asked in a stunned voice.

Obviously, one second ago, the space was already full of cracks and was about to explode directly under the expanding heavenly blow, but the next moment, even the space and the trick itself that she created disappeared without a trace, as if the power she had just absorbed and the technique itself were thrown into another world.

However, it would be a lie to say that she was unaware of the reasons for this.

Roland quietly looked at the golden world around him, as well as the shining ball of light woven by the spirit of words, and his eyes shone with a brilliance that was more sacred than the golden light around him.

In this battle for the Star Cup, he is rarely at a complete disadvantage, and if he wants to find a chance to win, whether it is the opponent's contempt or even carelessness, he must use it to the extreme.

Although he is relaxed and has many backhands to use to lift the table, Roland is far from being as easy as he appears, and to achieve a miracle, he must take every crucial step and include all the indispensable things in the objects that can be used.

The warrior avatar of Veleslana can use his knowledge of the enemy's power to weave a golden sword that slashes and even seals the concept with words and wisdom.

After Roland confirmed the identity of the Covenant Spirit, he didn't even have time to care about the attitude of the Star Cup and Altexiu, and rushed to the territory of the human race non-stop, including agreeing to the other party's conditions, and killing the final dragon in advance, just to seize the power of this Laipi.

And this move did not disappoint him, although it was a blow released by Artexiu in the past with the Celestial Wing as a control character, it was still perfectly sealed.

Looking at the ball of light in front of him that had already achieved the results of the battle before even forming the posture of the sword, Roland smiled slightly.

He didn't dare to say how things would change in the future, but at least for now, he deeply realized the possibility of defeating Artexiu, and he held it in his hands.

"That's, that's the ...... of the god of victory"

Azriel didn't know the meaning of the God of Disobedience or the origin of Veleslana, so it seemed to her that Roland suddenly possessed the signature of the God of Victory.

She also couldn't understand the absurdity of being able to ascend to the sky and seize the opponent's power in one step by killing the god species, so when the young girl once thought that she had seen a hallucination, she blinked in confusion.

Roland snapped his fingers casually, telling her that this was not false.

The orb of light that surrounded him shot towards Azriel, and easily struck the weakened young girl, sealing the remnants of her power away.

Although the Celestial Wing Species that unleashed the Heavenly Strike was close to being slaughtered, the Golden Sword's attack would not be spared because of this, and the ball of light swarmed up, depriving Azriel of all the magic power in his body.

"Yikes!"

As a magical being, such a restriction made it impossible for Azriel to even fly, and fell straight downward.

In the past, all kinds of needs that did not need to be cared about because of the particularity of the race have also poured out, and the most profound of them is naturally the fear of death as a life.

As the howling wind intensified, the lines of the ground became clearer.

Just when Azriel thought she was going to fall and get seriously injured, a soft embrace completely rejected her worries.

Roland let go of the Gibril in his arms and stood in place, looking at Azriel, who had followed the trajectory and rushed into his arms in the posture of a milk swallow, looking at her condescendingly.

Azriel stared at Roland nervously in surprise with his heterochromatic eyes.

At such a close distance, she could clearly see the mixture of fear and panic in Roland's jewel-clear pupils, her own expression that seemed to be bullied, and the malicious smile on the face of the enemy.

"It seems that you lost, Azriel, now that you have the difference between the strong and the weak, and the attitude you should have, do you have a new understanding?"

The corners of Roland's mouth curled up with malice, and he looked at the little girl trembling in front of him.

"Let me think about it, how did you say before...... 'So reckless, so arrogant, you must be punished', right? Don't worry, you're also Artexiu's wing, Gibril's sister, I won't kill you. ”

As he spoke, Roland skillfully bent his knees slightly, picked up the young girl in his arms, and placed it on his knees.

"Wait...... What do you want to do? ”

This strange posture made the flustered Azriel feel that something was wrong, and she subconsciously struggled.

"Can't you see it?"

Roland raised his other hand high and sneered.

"Of course, it is to follow the principle of reciprocity, and give her the punishment she deserves for the disobedient bad boy."

(End of chapter)