Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 235 Online Dating Jibril
[Many elves, beastmen, and fairies were killed today. 】

[Because it was fun, I was happy too, so I felt good. ]

——The above two sentences are from the first line of the Flügel’s diary.

After that, the contents of the diary were inorganic repetitions.

How to kill.

How many were killed.

thoughts.

If you are lucky, there might even be a note in bold black font stating "Artosh-sama's praise".

This is the 'life' of the Flügel.

As the promoters of this star war, they drag the entire world into an endless cycle of hating and being hated, killing and being killed.

Even the planets were almost killed, but even so, they continued to fight forever without getting tired, and the era of endless fighting continued. No matter how great the poet's talent was, he could not sing praises for this - it was like a world where corpses were still wandering around after death.

This is a world that seems too simple even to be called hell, an era stained with blood - but...

For the angels.

That is.
The pure land of bliss.

"Hey, listen to me! My [Rarity 3] head was stolen by Sarajiel-chan!?"

"Yours is mine, and mine is still mine!"

"Hey, hey, hey, the Dwarves have created what they claim to be the strongest fleet! Everyone who wants to participate in the annihilation contest, gather here~!"

That is the [Flügel].

The city that stood on the back of the floating fantasy creature Avant-Heim was filled with the smiling faces of cute girls and the cute voices filled with murderous intent.

The green plants all around, the petals dancing in the wind, the beautiful angels flying gracefully in the sky with the singing birds, singing the praises of everyday life.

Speed ​​up as much as you can in this world of killing.

Fully enjoy this bloody era.

As the heavens, the earth and the planets gradually die, I am afraid no one will enjoy the joy of existence as thoroughly as they do.

And on that day, a cheerful, relaxed, and nervous female voice suddenly rang out in Avant-Heim.

“Everyone~ Azrael is back~!! Everyone come and praise me, respect me, and adore me~~!!”

The Flügel who were discussing a bloody topic all turned their gazes away at the same time.

"Ah, Lady Azriel, welcome back~!"

Then, a high-pitched sound of space distortion was heard - that was the aftermath of the space transfer used by the Skywing species. Afterwards, the sound of another space transfer overlapped, and many blood-stained Skywing species emerged from space, tearing apart the ripples of the atmosphere, returning to their hometown with a smile, flapping their wings, and then communicating with their companions about today's battle situation.

The ability of the Flügel species to master spatial transfer as well as dimensions - well, it should not be underestimated.

And Azrael is the nominal leader of the Flügel, and the ostensibly 'strongest' one.

"How many were killed this time?"

"Hehehe~ I killed so many elves!~"

The Flügel leader, who made a V-sign and looked like a beautiful girl, was surrounded by the rest of her compatriots, who were drowned in jealousy, envy, and curiosity. The others who followed Azrael into the battle were also treated accordingly.

It was a scene like hell.

However, there is a demon in hell whose behavior is abnormal.

That is
"Jibril-chan? What's wrong? You don't seem to be feeling well."

"Ok?"

The Flügel with long spectral hair and a cross pattern in her amber eyes, the Flügel named Jibril is also called the [Special Instance].

At the beginning and at the end, Azrael and Jibril were the most special among the killing vanguards of the Flügel.

Although she was created last, Jibril was also a product of Artosh’s heyday, and was at least a [superior existence] among the Flügel.

Although its Pokémon stats are not as good as the [Original Individual] like Azrael, it has gained a strong presence among the Flügel by relying on its solid battle records in recent years.

In an earlier period, this Flügel even had a record of slaughtering the Dragon Spirits alone, which can be said to have created the history of the Flügel.

However, Jibril, who enjoyed killing and fighting more than anyone else, at this moment,
A look of arrogance.

"Ah, just kill them at random."

Just like when facing parents asking "Did you do the test today?" or classmates asking "Did you have a fight last night?", Jibril just gave a cold response to her compatriots and continued to fly forward with her head lowered.

"Hey?! What happened?"

"That doesn't look like Jibril at all!"

"I heard that kid only killed twenty-one people today."

“You must be kidding!?! Are you suffering from Jade Disease?! Azriel, think of a solution!”

The Flügel screamed in terror, worried about the youngest sister in their race.

Some knowledgeable people also chose to ask Azriel, and as the naturally rebellious leader of the Flügel, Azriel did not disappoint everyone's expectations, curling her lips and crossing her arms.

"Huhu! Of course I know!"

Azrael proudly admitted loudly, then stole a glance at Jibril who lowered her head as if thinking about something, and curled up to talk to the Flügels beside her.

"Actually, I do have a sweetheart!"

"Sweetheart?!"

"That Jibril!"

"Yeah, just like the Dragon Spirit last time, Jibril seems to have encountered a target that she is very interested in - you know him, right? The culprit of the recent [Flügel Impersonation Incident]."

"Ah! That man!"

The Flügel impersonation incident. That was an 'urban legend' and gossip circulating among the Flügel community.

Legend has it that at this time on the planet, there is a [human] of unknown race, unknown age, and unknown purpose, who imitates the appearance of the Skywing species, starting wars and stirring up hatred around the world.

She smashed the beastmen who were good at bare-handed combat with her fists, broke their arms, and slaughtered the blood-damaged individuals one by one.

She defeated the magic-savvy Elfs from the inside, and blasted their capital with unheard-of magic. Even the so-called Elf genius, Sinker Nilvalen, spread the news that he wanted to capture the Flügel and use him as his own Star Rage until he broke down.

She summoned spaceships and giant robots from the warship of the Dwarfs, who were good at machinery, and crushed the pride of the Dwarfs with the power of technology.

She went to the isolated island of the Seirenes, who were good at using seduction magic to attract people and then drain them dry. Then, she turned into a perpetual motion machine and crushed all the Seirenes. She dug them out, developed them, and conquered them!

Let those fishmen who are in heat 365 days a year, whose star desire is so strong that it even causes the extinction of males in the race, and who are avoided by all other races - surrender!
That is a long, fairy-tale-like "urban legend".

The legendary [Flügel].

Forget about the rest, the Flügel can do it too.

But what about conquering the Seabremes?
Eh? Are you kidding me? Is that some kind of monster?
It became a horror story that made even the Flügel shudder.

but--

After a thriller, it doesn't matter anymore.

Of course they saw it.

Obviously, someone wants to focus hatred on the Flügel species. This is not difficult to guess. After all, there are not many Flügel species in total. Those rumors - as long as you compare and check them one by one, you can easily find that no Flügel species would do such a thing.

So this is a 'fake' and also a 'blame-shifting'.

——So what?
Are there any bad effects?
Isn't it just - making enemies with the whole world?

Come on (lick)

It doesn't matter for the Flügel.

Demons, elves, beastmen, as many as you want!! We can handle them all! (joy)

Rather, it even saved the Flügel some time to find prey to kill, which made them quite happy.

The Flügels were friendly towards the unknown 'copycat', and at most they just had an instinctive curiosity of 'wanting to try their hand at a fight'.

These are the brain-sick Flügel.

Among this group of patients, there is an absolute outlier.
Extra individual: Jibril.

To say that she was an outlier was not because she was on guard against this 'impostor', but because she - was more bloodthirsty than all the other Flügel combined!

Not only is he bloodthirsty, but he also has a strong desire for knowledge, exploration, and becoming stronger.

Because of this, she has an additional mode of action compared to other Skywing species.

【think】

Think about how to defeat your enemy.

Think about why your enemy is behaving the way he is.

After thinking about the 'fake' for several months, Jibril still did not find the answer. During this process, she also tried to find the other party, but she was unable to capture his trace once.

Anticipation turned into contemplation, contemplation turned into anxiety, and anxiety gradually turned into unbearable heat.

That’s why Azrael said—

"Gip-chan~~~I've fallen in love with 'that person' wahahahaha! Ah, it hurts! Gip-chan, what are you doing!"

After being punched by his younger sister with an expressionless face, he turned his head away in grievance.

And the person involved, Jibril.

With an extremely gloomy face, he walked towards the throne of the Flügel’s hometown.

That is the throne of [Artosh].
-
——Between the throne where the Lord sits.

The previous relaxed attitude without any tension - had disappeared from everyone.

Whether it was the triumphant Flügel or the people who followed in to listen to the report, they all knelt without exception and bowed their heads quietly.

The one who embodies all this reverence and sits on the highest throne is a man with a huge body as strong as rock.

That is the God of War, the strongest god, the creator of the Flügel.
He looked down at Ai Yi who was kneeling in front of him with his golden eyes, and his proud voice echoed in the hall.

[——Thank you for your hard work, my wings.]

what is that?
It's hard to describe it accurately.

God.

all.

One.

nice.

Too many words can express that existence, but they don't seem to be stylish enough.

The moment I looked at him, I expressed it more directly than with descriptive words.

What we see is not life, but [concept].

He just sat in his seat, with the eighteen pairs of wings on his back folded up, like a feather cloak draped over his body.

With the spiral of genes as the rule and countless lives as sacrifices, it replicated and grew infinitely like corals and bamboo forests in the mountains, and finally created that perfect body. It had a burly figure, a black beard, and golden eyes that were more noble and ethereal than those of dragons.

There is no sense of functionality as a living being, nor a sense of sublimity intended to heighten mystery.

It only makes people feel that the design that makes all witnesses instinctively feel disgusted was originally intended to be "feared".

That is the strongest

Planet, the strongest!
Artosh.

(End of this chapter)