· Flügel: We've Won!

Clouds swirled tens of thousands of meters high, slowly rotating around Azriel. Thick bolts of lightning wove through them like raging Great Dragons, silver flashes illuminating the pitch-black sky, while killing intent so solid it seemed real froze even the air around them.

"Talk. Why does Jibril-chan have your scent on her!?"

Azriel stared frostily at Lu Qiming across from her. The halo above her head and the wings at her back turned jet-black, and tangible "spirits" became streaks of black lightning, weaving around her.

If not for the restrictions of the Covenants, with Azriel's personality, she would already have attacked and killed this man, who looked very much like he had deceived Jibril-chan, then made his head one of her trophies.

"Why do I have Jibril's scent on me? Because in the game earlier, she lost to me. As the wager, everything she has belongs to me now, of course!"

Lu Qiming tilted his head and smiled lightly, completely ignoring Azriel's murderous glare. Right in front of her, he pulled Jibril into his arms, and under Azriel's teeth-grinding gaze, even kissed Jibril on the cheek. Then he looked back at her with a smug expression.

"Aaahhh! You bastard! Die!"

The next second, Azriel, utterly unable to endure it, chose to attack, just as Lu Qiming had expected. The entire sky suddenly went completely dark. Above them, a dark Heavenly Strike fell toward Lu Qiming like a meteor, and even the space around him was completely sealed by Azriel.

"Heh."

Lu Qiming raised his head and glanced at the Heavenly Strike overhead, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. Just like that, he stood there defenseless, facing Azriel's all-out Heavenly Strike.

Boom!

The next second, the Heavenly Strike collided with Lu Qiming. In an instant, the whole space seemed to