Chapter 323 Punishment for Bad Kids

Weak.

From the shocked expression that flashed across Azriel's face, it was clear how rare this comment was for her.

Although it was nominally used as a weapon to assist the Lord God in his fight for the throne of the only God, as the closest confidant to Artosh, Azrael understood that as long as the Lord God wanted to, it was just a matter of a thought.

Therefore, she tried hard to share Artesio's worries and prove her worth as much as possible.

Before inferior races such as monsters appeared, she was already the nightmare of many races, from the giant race to the dragon elf race, to the fantasy race, and in the end, even the god race became her achievement.

Even the Dragon King, the God of Victory, would use the title Wings of the God of War to show respect for her, but now, she was actually given the title of Weakness, which only lower races like the Forest Elves and Goblins have. title?

"Sky strike!"

Rick, who had already been running far away, heard the words that were like a judgment, and his face turned pale instantly. In front of that extremely rough, but because of this, there was no way to break the killing, even if he had ninety-nine lives. Totally not enough.

Just escaping from the energy vortex in the aftermath of this move would probably give up most of the chances of resurrection here.

This game must be played with the goal of surviving until God Roland saves himself.

Just as Rick clenched the spiritual equipment in his hand, quickly turned his mind, thinking about ways to survive in death, and waited for death to come, there was no unnecessary sound.

He looked behind him in confusion, his pupils shrinking.

Azrael waved her right hand in the sky. When the light disappeared from her raised hand, what was released was not a sky strike in the form of a beam of light, but spread directly to all directions, instantly destroying Roland and Jibril's bodies. The darkness surrounding the figure.

From Rick's perspective, Roland seemed to be trapped in a black ball.

Azrael noticed Rick's looking back, but she had no time to erase it altogether. She just quietly felt the fluctuations of the invisible elves and space, and manipulated the power.

Although Sky Strike is synonymous with Flügel, Azrael has always believed that her sisters don't know how to use power at all. Maybe they are contemptuous, or they are powerless, but it still cannot change the fact that their Sky Strike is a waste of power. .

When such a huge spirit is gathered together and released in the form of a beam, it will not only waste unnecessary power in the process, but also release the energy that escapes later in the form of uncontrollable aftermath.

This kind of efficiency is too low. If you want to maximize the power of the sky strike, you don't need to restrain it, but directly release it to detonate it.

As for the problem of causing the aiming head to malfunction, wouldn't it be enough to just use a confined space to move the enemy together with the sky strike?

The sky strike will reflect and increase infinitely in a closed space without any waste, and may even explode with power that exceeds the energy itself.

Compression plus explosion, this is a very simple principle.

But even with the Flügel's talent, it is extremely difficult to replicate this move. Therefore, Azriel is still the only one who can use this move so far.

From the perspective of the Flügel, this can also be called a sure-kill move.

Because even if he knew in advance, there was nothing he could do about this move. Therefore, even after Jibril was born, Azriel's character changed towards the role of a fool. Many companions still hold her in disbelief. There is deep fear.

Although Azrael had weakened to the point of becoming a young girl, her smile and eyes were still extremely cold, and she exuded a strange and terrifying aura.

Although one's own family knows one's own affairs, this inevitable death is terrible, but if one does not hold an absolute concept, there will inevitably be flaws in some aspects.

A blow that is confined to a closed space cannot affect enemies stronger than itself. Species that are stronger than Flügel, such as fantasy species or divine species, can tear apart the space.

Even if Azrael is special, the process can only take a while longer at most.

Moreover, in addition to tearing apart space, you can also escape by using time transfer. Even if the cost is much greater than usual, the feasibility of this method has been proven by Jibril herself.

"Little Jeep, thank you for teaching your sister a lesson, meow."

Azriel looked at her back with lingering fear, fearing that another figure would appear there and hit her chest directly.

Since the last time Jibril used time and space to make a move, Azrael has begun to improve her own moves. After all, the purpose of this move is just to prevent the moment when her own kind may need to be executed. It does not take into account the possibility of targeting the strong. Condition.

However, even though it was an improvement, it didn't take much effort on her part.

After all, she doesn't need to consider the size of the damage at all, she just needs to work hard on the sure hit.

As the number one individual, Azriel still has four times the amount of magic power stored in Jibril, who was created by the Lord God when he was at his strongest.

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

This concept gave Azriel many shortcomings, fear of failure and fear of exploring the unknown. This makes her unable to understand the cause of the loss, let alone learn, a fact that, combined with a common spiritual connection with Abant Heim himself, results in her lacking personal temperament, creativity and most importantly consciousness .

But precisely because of this, she is also the purest.

For Artosh at that time, the only perfect reference was himself, so Azriel had extraordinary control, extremely powerful strength, and terrifying combat instinct.

She herself symbolized the move that Artosh released seriously at that time.

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

So compared to his companions who needed to gather together to reproduce the power of the God of War, Azriel's Sky Strike alone was enough to pierce the essence of the God of Deus.

At the moment the enclosed space was formed, it naturally began to disintegrate with the fluctuations that shook the void, making a thunderous roar.

This was not because Roland inside resisted, but because Azriel took the initiative to use space as a carrier to crush it with the energy of the sky and earth and explode.

Since the enemy intends to escape from the space, why not just give up the plan to increase the power of the Sky Strike, use the space as a bomb, and spread it together with the Sky Strike?

In the case of space collapse, time and space transfer naturally became a delusion. His own power was enough to shake the planet. If such power still could not kill the enemy, it would be useless to be stronger.

It is better to focus on releasing the attack that even the Gods cannot defend with the realm that Master Artosh had in the past. If he is lucky, he may die together. If he is unlucky, he can leave irreversible injuries to the enemy.

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

"I'm sorry, little Jip... Even if you will be affected, I can't show any mercy, meow."

- Although she said so, Azriel had no means to stop this move. The sky attack turned everything that constituted itself into nerves connected to the spirit corridor, thereby releasing all the power absorbed, and swept across everything.

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

However, she was still very confident now. Although she would lose without a doubt with only one strike, it should be easy to leave a deep memory on the opponent or take Little Jeep to hell. Next, she just had to wait for the enemy to bury her completely with anger after the plan was disrupted.

Guhehe... it was not an unacceptable ending to die with Little Jeep.

Azriel smiled foolishly, savoring this sudden happiness carefully, dancing like a child - no, she was a child now.

However, things did not always develop as she wished.

The spell she was proud of did not work when it was about to detonate the space, and was broken by Roland who appeared from it.

Or rather, it disappeared completely.

This was not assimilated disappearance like a river merging into the ocean, but there was not even an explosion of energy.

Even though Azriel continued to expand her perception, she did not feel the result of the increase of the elves.

"Eh? What happened?"

Azriel's resolute and cold demeanor had disappeared. She couldn't help but open her eyes wide in astonishment and asked in a stunned voice.

The space was already full of cracks and was about to explode directly under the expanding sky strike, but the next moment, the space and the trick she created disappeared without a trace, as if the power she just absorbed and the woven technique itself were thrown into another world.

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

Roland quietly looked at the golden world around him and the shining ball of light woven by the Word Spirit, his eyes shining with a more sacred brilliance than the surrounding golden light.

In this battle for the Star Cup, he was rarely at a complete disadvantage. To find a chance to win, he had to make full use of his opponent's contempt or even carelessness.

Although he acted relaxed and prepared many back-up plans to overturn the table, Roland was far from relaxed. To achieve a miracle, he had to take every key step and include all the indispensable things in the objects that could be used.

The warrior incarnation of Veleslana could use his understanding of the enemy's power, the spirit of words and wisdom to weave a golden sword that could cut and even seal concepts.

After Roland confirmed the identity of the spirit, he didn't even have time to care about the attitude of the Star Cup and Artosh. He rushed to the territory of the human race without stopping, including agreeing to the other party's conditions and killing the final dragon in advance, just to seize this shameless power.

And this move did not disappoint him. Although it was an attack released by Artosh in the past as a controlled character, it was still perfectly sealed.

Looking at the light ball in front of him that had achieved the result before even the sword posture was formed, Roland smiled slightly.

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

"That, that's the God of Victory..."

Azriel didn't know the meaning of the God of Disobedience and the origin of Veleslana, so in her opinion, Roland suddenly possessed the signature move of the God of Victory, which was completely incomprehensible.

She also couldn't understand the absurdity of killing the God of Gods and taking away their power in one step, so when the little girl thought she was seeing an illusion and blinked in confusion.

Roland casually snapped his fingers and used facts to tell her that this was not false.

The ball of light surrounding him shot towards Azrael and easily hit the extremely weak young girl, directly sealing her remaining power.

Although the Flügel was almost ready to be slaughtered after releasing Sky Strike, the Golden Sword's attack would not hold back because of this. The light balls swarmed up and deprived Azriel of all the magic power in her body.

"ah!"

As a magical being, such restrictions made Azrael unable to maintain flight and fell directly downwards.

Various needs that were not needed to be taken into consideration in the past due to the special characteristics of the race also emerged. The most profound among them is naturally the fear of death as a life.

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

Just when Azriel thought she would fall and be seriously injured, a soft embrace completely overturned her worries.

Roland let go of Jibril in his arms and stood there, looking at Azrael who followed the trajectory and rushed into his arms like a baby swallow, gazing at her condescendingly.

Azrael stared with strange eyes in surprise, and looked at Roland nervously.

At such a close distance, she could clearly see Roland's jewel-clear pupils, her own expression that was mixed with fear and panic, and she looked like she wanted to be bullied, as well as the malicious look on her enemy's face. smile.

"It seems that you lost, Azriel. Now you have a new understanding of the difference between the strong and the weak, as well as the attitude you should have."

The corner of Roland's mouth curved into a malicious arc, and he looked at the trembling little girl in front of him.

"Let me think about what you said before...'You must be punished for being so wanton and arrogant,' right? Don't worry, after all, you are also Arteo's wing, Jibril's sister, and I am I won’t kill you.”

As he spoke, Roland skillfully bent his knees slightly, picked up the little girl in his arms, and placed her across his knees.

"Wait...what do you want to do, meow!"

This weird posture made the panicked Azrael feel something was wrong, and she subconsciously struggled.

"Can't you see?"

Roland raised his other hand high and sneered.

"Of course we should follow the principle of reciprocity and give the disobedient bad boy the punishment she deserves."