Little Jiyi's Mushroom Stew (5K)
Thump!
Jibril was kicked in the stomach and sent flying into the air.
But then the wings on her back suddenly flapped, allowing Jibril to regain her balance.
She gasped for breath, casually wiping the blood from her lips, and gradually straightened her back, regaining her initial haughty posture.
"This is truly... truly unexpected, Mr. Monkey... oh no, I should say, a worthy opponent."
However, her current appearance hardly befits these words.
With disheveled hair and a face covered in blood, he looked more like a ghost, completely lacking any sense of angelic holiness.
"What, you want to admit defeat? Then obediently come back with me and I'll make you into soup!"
Yotsuba Mahiro smiled teasingly.
Jibril smiled too.
"Of course, no problem, but only if you can catch the next move."
Suddenly, the wings around her waist spread out in all directions, reaching a length of nearly ten meters, as if to cover the sky.
She herself slowly opened her arms, as if to embrace the heavens and the earth.
The smile on his face gradually returned to calm.
His pupils, marked with a cross pattern, were filled with a cold, domineering air.
Above her head, a huge halo gradually appeared.
The very essence of the atmosphere, and indeed the entire planet, is being forcibly extracted, gradually compressed, concentrated, and condensed.
The glowing spirits gathered in Jibril's hand, transforming into an extremely unstable "spear".
That was not the spear of light from before.
Rather, it is a more extreme and purer force!
"Goodbye, Mr. Monkey, my most respected rival."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spear was swung down heavily from the sky.
--"Heavenly Smite"--
That was the ultimate power of the Flügel, also known as their final killing move.
The Flügel transforms all of their internal structures into the connecting nerves of the Spirit Circuits. The ultimate power they forcibly squeeze out from the Spirit Circuits is their greatest trump card.
That was the strongest attack!
Jibril's Heavenly Smite is also more powerful than that of Flügel!
A power powerful enough to stir up the Heavenly Smite, a vortex-like surge!
Even before it landed, the immense force it unleashed had already shattered the ground beneath its feet!
"Heh, interesting, I've been waiting for you to pull this off!"
Yotsuba Mahiro laughed, even more happily than Jibril had just laughed.
The power of the Alpha Stigma began to activate.
The magic circle in his pupils was spinning rapidly, and in just a brief moment, it analyzed the "Heavenly Smite" skill.
Just before landing.
He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap--
"Technique Reversal - Anti-Heaven Strike"
Time seemed to stand still, and then a blinding light filled the entire field of vision.
Endless light illuminated the world.
There was no grand display, not even a sound could be heard.
Mountains and rivers melt;
The earth evaporates!
Even the sky, covered in dust, was once again ripped open with a huge hole!
When all things begin to flow again, "Heavenly Smite" has ended.
All that remained was an endless Abyss cavern.
Moments later, Yotsuba Mahiro reappeared.
In his hand, however, was a smaller version of Jibril.
Jibril was struggling desperately in his grasp.
"Aaaaah, what kind of monkey are you?! You actually managed to withstand my Heavenly Smite!"
"Shut up! I'm going to take you home and make you into soup!"
With that, Mahiro delivered a karate chop to Jibril's neck.
Jibril, who was already seriously injured, felt a force like a mountain pressing down on her neck and immediately fainted.
My consciousness was instantly plunged into darkness.
Chapter 409 Little Lucky Stewed Mushrooms (5K)
"... Riku, was that person really human?"
The trio who had just been hiding in the wreckage of the airship emerged and gazed at the terrifying scene before them: mountains turned into plains, and flatlands into basins.
Especially when he saw the Demon corpses that had been hacked to pieces, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
His eyes were filled with fear.
They used to think that the so-called great wars were like those Dwarf and Elf.
But now I realize they were wrong.
The so-called great wars they had witnessed were nothing more than minor skirmishes, and probably didn't even qualify as friction.
The scene before us is the true horror of the great war.
"Could that young man be Old Deus?"
Another person guessed.
After all, while there wasn't much information about the Flügel, there was some.
Those lunatics are weapons that kill gods, so they believe their opponents must be Old Deus.
Not to mention, they could fight the Flügel to a standstill, and even passing Demon were used as weapons...
"I don't know, I'm not sure. Ivan, Ale, let's get ready to go."
As the leader, Riku merely glanced at the changed terrain, maintaining absolute rationality and composure.
But the slight trembling of his hands beneath the fur armor betrayed his true feelings.
Riku's hand tightened around the map he'd copied from the Dwarf spaceship, and he couldn't help but think—
"In such a terrifying war, those who would die from even the slightest impact, could they really, really deserve to live?"
Can humans, this weakest Warbeast and unusable even by elves—truly survive in this dark despair, in the very cracks between these two realms?
Those guys could be wiped out with just a flick of their wrist...
No, it's not just that it can, it's that it definitely will!
No matter what, no matter how much sacrifice is required, even if it means giving up oneself, one must lead the rest of the tribe to survive!
We absolutely cannot give up, otherwise the sacrifices of our former people will become a joke!
Thinking of this, Riku's fighting spirit was rekindled.
Even behind his goggles, his eyes remained empty and lifeless, filled with numbness.
But the flame in my heart did not go out.
However, as he turned around, a face suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
"Hey, guys, were you just talking about me?"
Yotsuba Mahiro suddenly appeared, greeting the group with a smile.
However, the three of them were quite frightened by him, and even Riku couldn't help but take several steps back.
Especially when he saw that he was carrying a Flügel cub, the man named Ale was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, collapsed to the ground, and frantically moved his body.
It was as if they were fleeing some extremely terrible plague!
To be honest, their reaction hurt Yotsuba Mahiro a little.
No, buddy, we all have one head and two arms, I don't have three heads and six arms, and I'm quite handsome, so why do you guys think I'm so scary?
Seeing that the others seemed genuinely afraid of him, Yotsuba Mahiro sighed softly and didn't go any further.
"Alright, alright, let me introduce myself first. My name is Yotsuba Mahiro, and I'm a traveler who accidentally wandered into this place. I wonder if you gentlemen could do me a favor and find me a place to rest?"
After he finished speaking, Ivan and the other man looked at each other without replying.
But the fear in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.
They clearly remembered that this man had just been locked in a fierce battle with another Flügel!
What race are you?
"Riku?! Hey!"
When Riku suddenly stepped forward to ask him something, Ale's heart jumped into his throat. He instinctively tried to grab Riku.
Riku dodged the question, ignoring even Ale and Ivan's astonishment and shock, and asked again:
"What race are you?"
"I?"
Yotsuba Mahiro to himself, paused for a moment, then scratched his head sheepishly and replied:
Biologically speaking, I should be a human being, just like you.
???
What?!!!
Ivan and Ale were both stunned.
Are you kidding me!
Ordinary humans like us?!
Do you mean being able to walk freely in the swirling black ash and throw Demon weapons, or are you referring to being able to easily crush the Flügel?!
But Riku seemed to have accepted this situation and didn't show much emotion.
No, it wasn't that there wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
He even stepped forward, extended his hand to Yotsuba Mahiro, and calmly said:
"I am Riku."
"Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. Riku."
Yotsuba Mahiro maintained her polite smile and shook hands with Riku.
However, I was still extremely surprised.
I never imagined I'd encounter one of the protagonists of the war that ended six thousand years ago. Am I lucky? Or just lucky? Or just lucky?
No wonder they were able to maintain such a calm state of mind.
Riku hasn't met Schwi yet, so those useless emotions are probably all locked away deep inside him.
It has to be said that Riku is definitely one of the few protagonists he respects, and he ranks very high on the list.
As the pioneers of their race, they disregarded everything, employing both overt and covert schemes, and with their own weakest strength, they completely overturned the chessboard known as Disboard!