All the Heavenly Winged Speciess were in chaos.
The youngest Yaomei, everyone's most beloved sister, is now in danger.
One by one, they all gathered around the front of the repair surgery room, and there was a person at the front of the surgery room, crying like a child.
"Okay, Azriel, don't be too embarrassed, it looks like there's nothing wrong with it."
Raphael tried to pull Azriel up. It's not that Heavenly Winged Species's current performance was rude. This guy had become a bit funny in the first place, and everyone was used to it.
But this guy refused to leave the repair and surgery room, so he kept blocking the door so that no one else could come and take a look.
"No, don't pull me away. I won't leave even one step until Gip-chan wakes up."
Raphael also ignored this and forced himself to pull away so that other sisters could come forward and take a look at Gibril who was receiving treatment.
Gibril, who is now miserable as a child, is curled up and receiving treatment. If he is conscious, he is in a coma.
"Gibril What do you think? You are so reckless."
"Dragon-Elf race cannot be conquered by just one Heavenly Winged Species"
The Heavenly Winged Speciess who looked back seemed to be a little blamed, but in fact they were full of concern.
A single wing cannot win against Dragon-Elf race. This is an inevitable fact among Heavenly Winged Species.
Moreover, being able to survive is even more miraculous.
Of course, part of it was because Azriel 853, a stalker, found Gibril. Otherwise, Gibril, who was exhausted and seriously injured and comatose outside, would never have survived.
So, which Dragon-Elf race did the good deed?
Heavenly Winged Speciess were also filled with indignation and wanted to chop each other down.
Unfortunately, when Azriel arrived, he only saw the misery of Gibril. Dragon-Elf race had already left, and he could only feel the remaining power fluctuations of Dragon-Elf race.
In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed, and Gibril, who received treatment, finally came out.
After listening to her muttering about why she lost, Azriel just stepped forward and started shouting, unable to understand what Gibril was thinking.
"Gibril, please explain why you challenge Dragon-Elf race alone? Is it because as the most special individual among Heavenly Winged Species and the one who has grown the fastest, you are too overconfident? If so, I need to change my view on you!"
Raphael asked with a straight face.
"No, no, I never think that I can defeat it easily, but don't you find it strange?"
"What's weird?"
"Even the weakest Dragon-Elf race's scale contains the maximum amount of spirit that our Heavenly Winged Species can control. How many scales does Dragon-Elf race have? Hundreds of millions. scales, and the minimum number for us Heavenly Winged Species to conquer Dragon-Elf race is to gather fifty, and we will reach the threshold to kill Dragon-Elf race. Isn't it strange that fifty can be better than hundreds of millions?"
This is what Gibril cannot understand.
"Ah? It's very strange, but what does this have to do with your solo crusade against Dragon-Elf race, meow?"
Regarding this point, Azriel was confused before, but he didn't think about it because he couldn't figure it out. He only knew that by gathering more than fifty Heavenly Winged Species, he could hunt Dragon-Elf race.
"Because if fifty Heavenly Winged Species can defeat Dragon-Elf race's flowers, then I can't win against fifty Heavenly Winged Species alone, but I won't leave fifty of them unharmed, right? In the same way, I can at least cause some damage to Dragon-Elf race. But in fact, it means that my attacks have no effect at all, can't hit, and I can't fight back."
Moreover, when fifty Heavenly Winged Species attacked Dragon-Elf race, they didn't use any special moves. They were just the usual killing, killing, banging, banging, killing Dragon-Elf race.
So, why does the same move ability have no effect at all when used alone?
Gibril feels that there must be some unknown secrets in this.
"Well, this is indeed strange, so Gibril you want to find out what the secret is, right?"
"That's right"
"Then, just fly as much as you want and find out the secret."
"Thank you very much, Raphael-senpai~"
Gibril then bowed with peace of mind. As long as she got the approval of her most respected and dignified sister, it would be easier for her to move.
"Ah, Xiaola, what are you talking about? Is your brain also broken? Do you allow Gibril to commit suicide like this?"
"So? Azriel, do you think stopping it is useful?"
"I..."
Azriel opened his lips, not knowing what to say.
The Yaomei in front of her decided that she would never look back unless she imprisoned Gibril from today on and kept an eye on Gibril all the time.
"I, I'm going to find Mr. Arteshu"
Therefore, Raphael, who witnessed First Individual leaving, sighed, and his departure was in vain.
Otherwise, the master would have given the order long ago.
Therefore, Raphael can't help but once again speculate on the owner's intention of creating Gibril.
Gibril would actually do this kind of behavior that is beyond common sense. Is this what the master expected?
By the way, the master once had a conversation with Zhong Long using the word "strongest" as the theme. Want to know what is the strongest?
And the existence of Gibril is a weak one to Dragon-Elf race. If a weak person like Gibril can defeat Dragon-Elf race alone, this is something that subverts common sense. Can the master understand what is the strongest?
Wait, Zhonglong said that if you want to know the strongest, the only way is to lose?
And Raphael saw that Gibril had a master? Also think of the master allowing Gibril to be so disrespectful to him?
Then, a terrible thought appeared in Raphael's mind.
No, no, no, that's impossible.
Yes, absolutely impossible.
Because the master is the strongest, even the dragon is defeated in the end, and a mere ordinary Dragon-Elf race is a mountain that Gibril cannot cross.
Therefore, that terrible thought will never happen.
However, after a while——
"Quickly, send Gibril to the repair surgery room immediately"
"What's going on? Who did it?"
"Ah? It's not who it is, it's just me looking for that Dragon-Elf race again, and the result is another big defeat."
This understatement left all Heavenly Winged Speciess speechless.
"But oh, this time I can still fly back with my consciousness intact——"
The sound was interrupted and he passed out, causing all the Heavenly Winged Speciess to fall into chaos.
Raphael, who also came over, was also quite shocked.
He was unconscious last time and forced himself back this time, but Raphael didn't think Dragon-Elf race would show mercy.
There is only one situation. In a short period of time, this First Individual has been promoted.
But it was very strange. She clearly observed that Gibril's power had not changed much from the last time.
So, logically speaking, it should be impossible to fly back while maintaining consciousness, and the result should be the same.
Therefore, this kind of contradictory thing, something that breaks common sense, makes Raphael can't help but resurface the terrible thoughts of that day.
This, this is impossible!.
Chapter 559: An unusual, suddenly quiet battle!
This is the fourth time. This is Gibril's fourth challenge and Dragon-Elf race came back alive.
This time, it looked better than last time. He did not lose consciousness even after entering the repair surgery room.
In addition, this time I spent four years in the repair surgery room.
The first time took seven years, the second time took six years, and the third time took five years.
This means that the battle time between Gibril and Dragon-Elf race has been slightly extended, and they are no longer instantly and overwhelmingly killed.
Although it seems from Gibril's description that defeating Dragon-Elf race is still out of reach, after four challenges, Heavenly Winged Species has begun to waver.
At first, some people thought that Gibril might be able to challenge Dragon-Elf race alone and succeed.
But this time after coming out of the repair surgery room again and regaining strength, Gibril did not challenge Dragon-Elf race again soon.
It's not that she has resigned herself to her fate, but she is conducting research in many aspects to prepare more and more complete things to challenge Dragon-Elf race.
"What's going on? Master Raphael"
A group of Heavenly Winged Species had just successfully attacked Fantasy Species and were returning in triumph. When passing by the ruins of a battlefield, the leader One-Winged, One-Eyed Heavenly Winged Species suddenly stopped and scanned the ruins of the battlefield below.
Such behavior makes other Heavenly Winged Species a little confused.
Because of the ruins of the war below, judging from the large amount of scrap iron and dead trees, this is obviously the battlefield of Goblin Species and Forest Elf race.
Is there anything special about these two races with relatively low rarity that they suddenly attracted the attention of Mr. Raphael?
Didn't find anything wrong.
"Have the wars between Goblin Species and Forest Elf race become less recent?"
"Huh? I don't know this either."
"Is there any problem? Master Raphael"
"Is it possible that you plan to attack Divine Species on which side?"
One of them, Heavenly Winged Species, said so excitedly.
Since that time of killing the gods, these Divine Species have almost disappeared, so they can't find them even if they want to.
I also tried to force the opponent Created Species to appear by exterminating it. Unfortunately, the opponent still moved and protected part of it. After a while, there were a lot more of them, and it seemed like they couldn't kill them all.
"No, and killing gods is not that simple."
Besides, they had just conquered Fantasy Species, each of them consumed a lot of money, and there were only thirty of them. This kind of power was not enough to conquer Divine Species.
As for why Raphael suddenly stopped to look at the ruins and asked about the recent situation of these two races, it was because she felt something was wrong.
In the past, when I often went out and wandered around, I could always see Goblin Species and Forest Elf race fighting. Now, it has become rare.
It's not that they were frightened by their hunting. They didn't bother to pay attention to these bugs when they encountered them - as long as they didn't spread malice and attack them, so they probably didn't shrink away from them Heavenly Winged Species.
No, not only Forest Elf race, but also the other Created Speciess seem to have become calmer.
For a time, this world that had been at war for a long time suddenly became a little quiet, which made people very uncomfortable.
This gives a sense of the calm before the storm.
When returning to Abanteheim——
"So, I would like to trouble you to pay more attention when you come back."
This is when Raphael troubles other Heavenly Winged Speciess to go out and play, and asks them to pay more attention to the recent trends of various races.
"I said, Raphael, what do you care about these guys?"
"Don't you think it's been a little quiet lately?"
"So? Are you worried about what these guys are plotting? Are you worried about threatening us?"
Azriel said with disdain.
"Azlie——"
"Gip-chan~"
I saw Azriel instantly pestering Gibril who was returning from a walk who didn't know where to go, which made Raphael sigh.
She just felt uneasy for no reason.
After some time passed, and through reports from other Heavenly Winged Speciess, Raphael confirmed that Created Speciess were indeed much more at ease.
That's not to say that the conflict is gone, but it's much smaller than it was hundreds of years ago.
Everyone seems to be preparing for a more intense battle, and everyone seems to be waiting for some mature opportunity to arrive.
One of the messages made Raphael particularly concerned. That was a bad-tempered Goblin Species who was bullied by Heavenly Winged Species and said this - your time is about to pass.
And in this case, in the eyes of other Heavenly Winged Speciess, it is nothing more than a powerless cry before death and a bluff.
But in Raphael's opinion, this may actually be something.
At this location, a huge metal creation suddenly floated up from the ground, giving people the feeling of a huge creature in the sea rising from the bottom of the sea to the surface.