Chapter 321 Don’t Do that Kind of Thing!

Azriel, this name is a few of the Flügels who are still famous after breaking away from the stereotyped impression of race. After most of her contemporaries have died, she has undoubtedly become a nightmare that everyone avoids during the war.

As the first individual created by the God of War, although theoretically, compared with Jibril, who was created after Artosh defeated the Final Dragon and officially reached the peak of invincibility, her attainments and talents in strength should be inferior to the other party.

But the fact is just the opposite. Although Jibril has complained about Azriel's rigid and troublesome personality countless times, she knows very well that the odds of winning between the two are very different, and being able to die together is her victory.

Jibril, who takes imperfection as her goal and keeps learning and making progress, is currently the only person who has set the record of independently killing the Dragon Spirit, and among all her companions, Azriel is another existence that she thinks can do the same.

Because the other party is "perfect".

Azriel, created by the strongest god with a perfect concept, can exert her power to the extreme in battle. No matter what changes or injuries occur, she is always in a state of extraordinary performance.

More importantly, even the growing Jibril now only has about a quarter of Azriel's magic power. In a fighting race like the Flügel, where one point of magic power is used as ten points, this gap is not simply four times the difference.

If we don't consider the Dragon King or the Old Gods, she is probably the strongest life at present.

Therefore, after Jibril was born, Artosh will also arrange for the two to contact each other, hoping to find the answer he wants to find.

Although there is nothing in common, perhaps people always desire more for what they lack. Azriel and Jibril are quite congenial. However, for Jibril, the other party is just an annoying senior and a goal that must be surpassed.

If everything goes well enough, when Jibril officially surpasses her, both of them will have beneficial changes, but unfortunately, when a certain intruder broke in, this future became a fantasy.

"Oh... this is the No. 1 individual." Roland touched Jibril's head and looked at Azriel who was approaching with a playful look.

She was a girl with bright long hair mixed with sea green and orange, but it was not abrupt. With her demonic heterochromatic eyes and fair and cute face, it seemed to complement each other.

The girl was wearing a loose long skirt of the most common style for the Flügel, and was looking at this place with eyes that seemed to glow, with excitement on her face.

"After getting used to Jibril's angelic beauty, her coldness with a sense of danger is also a kind of alternative cuteness."

Roland touched his chin, looked up and down at Azriel, and came to such an evaluation.

Rick, who had long been accustomed to him judging appearance before strength, had a calm expression, but Jibril frowned slightly.

"Although the senior is very good-looking, Lord Roland, please don't be fooled by her appearance, okay?"

The girl, who didn't think she understood emotions, didn't show any abnormality. She just curiously felt the emotions surging in her heart and muttered.

"Except for the machine-like calmness during the battle, which is worth looking at, the senior is a complete idiot at other times."

"What do you mean?"

"This style of acting alone is obvious, isn't it? As the leader of the Flügel, if Azriel goes out hunting, she will never go out without a companion."

The Flügel don't have the habit of acting alone, otherwise Jibril, who often wanders around the planet alone, wouldn't be so notorious among many races.

"Especially at this time, when all races are preparing for war and undercurrents are surging, even if Master Artosh has not given any orders, as the leader, you should gather all the power of the Flügel species for the Creator to use when needed."

"So, I'm sure," Jibril smiled faintly, her lips slightly parted, "she ran away in violation of her duties, even Master Artosh's orders. After all, fools always think directly."

The girl didn't understand what happened to her that caused her to feel this uneasy mood, and her whole person became strange.

But this did not prevent her from taking her anger out on Azriel, who caused this change.

"Let me prove this to you." Suddenly, as if she remembered something, Jibril showed a strange smile and tilted her head, "Now, please touch my head in a more affectionate way than before."

Roland was slightly stunned, and then he stroked the soft pink long hair on the little head that had come to him without hesitation.

Although they didn't spend a long time together, he had a deep understanding of Jibril.

Under the super high school level caressing technique, the girl's tender body soon relaxed and she squinted her eyes comfortably.

At this time, a voice full of surprise, but still a little uneasy, also sounded.

"Little Jeep, I found you!"

Although it was just a small dot in the sky at the beginning, for Azriel, who was just a snail in her eyes even at supersonic speed, it took only a few seconds for her to arrive in front of her long-cherished target and shouted excitedly.

Then, she completely froze in place.

"Meow! You actually went over my way to improve Little Jeep's favorability! Let me do it first... No!"

Azriel's face turned red and her tone suddenly changed to one of envy and jealousy, and she growled menacingly like a cat.

"The only person who can touch my little Jeep's head is me, meow! You rude person, get out of here, meow!"

"Senior Azriel, can you please keep your voice down? Also, as I said before, don't always think about touching me casually. You are so annoying. You have ruined such a good atmosphere."

Jibril said gently in a pleasant voice with a smile, but the way she looked at Azrael was as if she was looking at a piece of trash.

"Meow! Why meow! Then can this man touch him casually?" Azrael was so shocked that she leaned back and shouted, with tears of grievance even appearing in her eyes.

"I can't help it. It's really hard for me to respect someone like you."

Such ruthless truth made Azrael almost cry on the ground after hearing this. She seemed to be in a daze as if she had been severely hit, and she began to complain to herself.

"Wow! Obviously the old Jeep was not like this at all!...Wait, before?"

Perhaps because Jibril's unabashed mocking expression when speaking was too hurtful, Azrael finally remembered the purpose of her coming out.

"Little Jeep, sister is very angry now!"

She put her hands on her hips and scolded her with a serious expression.

"The act of betraying the Creator, no matter which race it is placed on, must be punished by death. This is especially true for us. Don't you understand the consequences before doing such a thing?"

Jibril did not answer this question directly. She did betray Artosh, but this did not mean that she lost respect for her fellow Flügels or even her own god.

Therefore, she used her best method to avoid the easy matter.

"Hey?"

"Meow! Little Jeep's cuteness is really unmatched, meow! And he can't resist, so he can rub his face as he pleases!"

Under the deliberate show of cuteness of Jibril, who appeared in the form of a young girl in the rare big broken version, Azriel was so fascinated that she became dizzy in the blink of an eye and started shouting excitedly.

To her, this was something more precious than the head of a god species, and it took her a while to recover.

"No, sister, I'm so angry now that I actually committed an act of betrayal. When I heard about this, sister, I didn't even know what expression to put on, meow!"

"Can't you just use your usual idiot expression?" Jibril said sarcastically without giving up.

"Being too serious is both an advantage and a disadvantage of little Jeep, although this is what makes you cute." On such a serious matter, Azriel had already made up her mind and had no intention of giving in. "But as the leader of the Flügel, I can't turn a blind eye to such remarks and actions. Little Jeep, it's not too late to go back with me now."

"If I say no, are you going to purge me?"

"Of course not, sister, I can't bear to do it. I will just break your hands and feet and drag you back to Abant Heim."

"I see. As a leader, it is the senior's freedom how to exercise this right, but——"

Jibril stared at Azrael's eyes that showed no emotion at all, showing no fear at all, with a provocative smile on her lips.

"I'm not going to sit around and wait for death,"

The two people's eyes intertwined invisibly in the air, and they faced off coldly. But when the tension rose to the extreme, an uncontrollable smile suddenly came from the side.

"Pfft,"

Azriel, who was just about to respond, subconsciously frowned and looked at the young man behind Jibril who was dumbfounded, as if everything in front of him was just a farce.

His performance was in sharp contrast to the trembling humans on the other side who didn't even dare to breathe.

The other person looked the same as the person she remembered, but his temperament was completely different.

She looks about twenty years old, with a tall body with a streamlined natural beauty, and an appearance that makes Azrael admire her even though she is an angelic and lovely companion every day.

Before approaching this area, she used magic to detect the energy level here. Except for the dead demon species and Jibril, there was no one else qualified to be a Flügel hunting target, so she naturally ignored Jeep The two people next to Lil regarded it as an existence like air.

But how could such a human being dare to sneer at her?

Anyone who knows the deeds of the Flügel will understand that the reason why this group of races, who are naturally favored by the God of Courage and War in another world, did not do anything to them is just because they do not care about worthless things and their own Just arrogant.

Azrael assumed a serious posture and stared at the rude young man with cold, angry eyes.

She is very confident in this. Although she is not as good as her father who can derail space and time just by standing, but as long as she is serious, her eyes will spontaneously become as sharp as a sword.

This is not a description, but a fact. With the Flügel's talent for space, humans are not even qualified to fight.

However, with the quality she possesses, it is completely wishful thinking to interfere with the space around Roland.

So, what Roland felt was just a cute little girl, who was self-righteously showing a majestic expression and trying to stare at him.

This cute performance only encouraged the bad adults to bully her.

Other races, in the glorious reputation of the Flügels with blood, dared not be so arrogant even if they had power. For example, Rick subconsciously lowered his eyes and only observed everything around him with his peripheral vision.

But Roland, who came from another world, could not empathize with him at all. He looked at the girl with a fierce expression leisurely, as if she was just a kitten bluffing because of anxiety.

In front of the gap between them, Azriel's hard attack was not as lethal as this cute expression.

Azriel, who vaguely sensed something strange, frowned and said coldly: "Disrespectful human, what are you laughing at!"

"Nothing, I just think the color of your hair suits you."

Because of Azriel's passionate emotions, some elves gathered on her body subconsciously, making her whole body shrouded in a faint fluorescent light, but it did not dominate the scene, making the sea green hair the main tone of the fluorescent light.

Such a funny scene made Jibril laugh, but before she could say the words of ridicule, she was replaced by exclamations.

Roland hugged her in his arms without hesitation, as if holding a doll, and rubbed her in front of Azriel as if provoking her, and found that Azriel subconsciously clenched her fists, and rubbed more vigorously.

Jibril, who had long been accustomed to Roland's style, did not even sigh, and cooperated with the other party's manipulation smoothly.

Such a performance made Azriel's eyes burst into fire.

The cuteness of Little Jeep belongs to her alone. Even if she is a companion, she can only occasionally share the light that can heal people's hearts.

Don't do that! Little Jeep is rubbed by others! I hope she will think of me all her life, even after I die... at least for ten years!

Although I don't know why Little Jeep cooperates with this guy so much, in order to protect this beauty and her purity, I must not retreat!

So, Azriel raised her arm and let the dark spirit begin to condense.