He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 349 A Must-Try Dish in the Game of Life - Stewed Mushrooms with Little Lucky Star
The reddish-brown sky was filled with floating elven corpses.

Jibril activated a protective spell, shielding herself from the dust in the air and maximizing her search.

"So what happened to those monkeys? Weren't they still in this village before?"

"Could it be that they moved away after mastering the power of spirits?"

The Skywing species determines the value of their prey based on the rarity of its heads. Naturally, humans, who were once regarded as wild beasts, were even less rare than some rare animals, so there was no need to specifically hunt them.

In fact, anyone who possesses a human head is looked down upon by the Skywing race, as its rarity is zero.

Aside from the occasional observation of this uninteresting creature, there is absolutely no need to pay it any attention.

However, these things were not important to Jibril; what she cared about was the means to enable even beasts to wield elven power.

"Ok?"

Just as Jibril was wondering, she suddenly noticed a special signal.

Jibril's expression changed in surprise. She suddenly stopped what she was doing and narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the old capital of the Forest Elf race, tens of thousands of kilometers away, she saw countless humans moving back and forth on the newly built streets.

"That's a monkey? No, it should be called a human species."

After all, by mastering the power of the spirits, one can naturally break away from the ranks of beasts and become the sixteenth race, ranking outside the top fifteen races.

It's just that humanity hasn't yet made a name for itself.

Meanwhile, in the old capital of the Forest Elf race.

The royal capital, which had been ravaged by her attack and even abandoned by the forest elves, now had a new look.

On the newly planned streets, there are young people carrying logs to build new houses, women returning from the fields with their children, hunters returning from hunting, and artisans selling pottery by the roadside.

It can only be said that at this time, humanity already had the rudiments of a city from the old era. As more and more scattered human tribes converged here, the atmosphere of civilization here would only become stronger and the development would become faster.

"It's just a pity that there's such annoying scrap metal there."

Jibril pursed her lips and abandoned the idea of ​​attacking the new human capital.

In her line of sight, she saw many girls with distinct mechanical features floating high in the sky. They were a link of the Machine Race, consisting of 437 individual Machine Race members.

Especially after the Mechs killed the Yama Dragon, even the Skywings had an unspoken rule not to offend the Mechs.

After all, the Mech race is exceptionally vengeful; offending even one individual can lead to being hunted down by the entire Mech race.

Within the Skywing race's circle, the heads of the Mech race are even rarer than those of the Dragon Spirit race.

However, as an individual in this side story, she really doesn't want to offend the mecha race.

Although she is a Skywing race, warlike and bloodthirsty, she is not stupid.

Unless hundreds of Skywing races are mobilized, she really doesn't have much confidence in defeating the Mech race, which is not without its history of killing gods.

Just then, Jibril's ears twitched. She sensed that a group of humans, with their families, were heading towards the royal city hundreds of kilometers away.

Unlike the monkeys of the past who only hid while wearing animal skins, the eyes of the humans now shone with a new light, even as they walked on the ground.

These humans were also chatting and laughing.

"Old Jack, I never thought we would actually have a day when we could master the power of spirits."

"You should practice your breathing technique for a few more days. Haven't you realized you can't even beat an orc?"

"Hehe, isn't there also the barrier device made by Lord Rick?"

"Come on, thank Lord Rick, why don't you thank His Majesty Su Nian, who created the breathing and meditation techniques?"

"Who says I don't have it? Don't I pray to Him every day?"

Listening to the conversation between the two humans, Jibril seemed to understand something.

"So it's breathing techniques and meditation that make humans stronger? But who is that guy named Su Nian?"

Jibril narrowed her eyes, seemingly having figured out who she should hunt down, assuming that guy wasn't protected by a machine gunner.

The human head that created such a thing must be very rare, like the head of a king.

"And surely he has even more interesting knowledge in his head?"

With that thought, Jibril vanished without a trace, ready to thoroughly investigate the guy named Su Nian.

Driven by their hunting instincts, the Skywing race has a long-standing tradition of gathering intelligence before hunting.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

The Skywings are skilled hunters, not brutes.

This is also the main reason why the Skywing species have human intelligence and language; they even have intelligence gathered from human strongholds.

The only troublesome ones for the Skywing race are the Dragon Spirit race, as the Skywing race has difficulty finding any trace of the Dragon Spirit race, who are proficient in spacetime magic.

…………

"Ok??"

On a deserted island overseas, Su Nian, who had just landed, tilted her head in confusion.

"Someone actually had the idea of ​​hunting me down?"

"Is it Jibril, the extra individual of the Skywing race?"

Fanlou, the God of Suspicion, lightly tapped his lips with his finger, as if speaking with some certainty.

As the goddess of questions, she can obtain almost all answers by eliminating doubts; in Su Nian's words, this is partial omniscience.

However, this is on the premise that there really is an answer to this question in the world, and that she can read the other person's thoughts.

"And it's because of a growing interest in breathing techniques and meditation, seemingly a desire to improve oneself and advance further?"

"Of course, there's also the reason why she thinks your head is exceptionally valuable?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Su Nian paused for a moment before speaking.

"Good heavens, I haven't even approached her yet, and she's already showing up at my door?"

"It seems I have no choice but to try the chicken stew with mushrooms today."

"Anyway, it will be some time before we find the dragon. In that case, let's prepare an iron pot, mushrooms, and spices first."

…………

On the other side, Jibril, who was searching for clues about Su Nian, was startled and suddenly stopped walking, slowly turning around.

Behind her, directly behind her, stood a small figure covered in silver-blue patterns, with six mechanical wings floating behind it, standing quietly.

That was the individual that Su Nian had given a name to—Shubi.

"Target detected: 'Skywing Extra Individual - Jibril'".

Hugh's eyes flashed over the data, and then she spoke in a calm tone.

"The original, ancient Fourth Blessing unfolds!!" "You didn't even call upon your Link? You're planning to attack me with just an individual?"

Jibril's wings suddenly unfurled and expanded, almost enveloping her entire body.

"You dare? Scrap metal!!"

The sky shifts!

This is a magic that the Skywing race is born with, allowing them to move freely within their field of vision. Their movement speed depends solely on their reflexes.

With almost a casual glance, Jibril appeared beside Shubi, a spear made of elven power appearing in her hand.

"You think you can capture me with just a single-player game? Isn't that a bit too arrogant? Scrap metal!"

Accompanying the words was a spiritual beam gun that struck Shubi's neck.

It appears as a gun, but in essence, it uses the most advanced single elven elemental element to rotate hundreds of millions of times per second. Its destructive power is close to that of a chainsaw, and it is a lethal spell that destroys the most basic magical building blocks.

The instant Jibril was struck by the Spirit Light Spear, the force in her arm surged forward, ready to swing at any moment, seemingly intending to decapitate Shubi directly.

For the Skywing species, who love to harvest the heads of their prey, this practice is almost instinctive.

To Jibril's surprise, the light gun that struck Shubi's neck seemed to have only hit the target, without causing any damage to the skin.

"what?"

The unusual phenomenon startled Jibril, but her instinctive warnings prompted her to prepare for a spatial transfer.

[Original text expansion - Imaginary number collapse pulse.]

A crimson arc flashed in Shubi's eyes, contrasting with Jibril's failed spatial transfer and the damage to her body caused by the expanding imaginary space domain.

"This is……"

After the explosion, Jibril appeared a hundred meters away in the air, looking at Shubi with great vigilance.

She gripped the spear tightly and spoke uncertainly.

"What is this thing? It's space, but it also feels somewhat chaotic?"

The Skywing race, which has incorporated spatial movement into its instincts, is only slightly less adept at studying spatial magic than the Dragon Spirit race, who are born as beings of multiple dimensions.

However, she discovered that among the multiple layers of space in this world, there has never been any imaginary space, which is like adding a layer to the world.

"Is this the latest research from the Mechkin species? Or has something changed in the world, giving birth to a new fantasy species?"

Jibril licked her lips, her face beaming with the joy of winning a big prize on a scratch-off lottery ticket.

"Such a rare individual? It seems we can obtain another special trophy before getting Su Nian's head..."

The imaginary space appears unusually stable; the destructive power of an imaginary collapse pulse is negligible... but it is feasible to use this to perturb the space.

The mechanical halo above Shubi's head transmitted the mechanic's reply, which was analyzing how much of the genius's technology could be used normally in this world.

However, Shubi, who was the embodiment of the technology, looked at Jibril with her eyes flashing with a scarlet light.

"They actually tried to take Su Nian's head... Hugh, request full power release!"

[Application approved. Lord Hugh, please be careful not to use too much force, or you might accidentally blow up the planet.]

"Crap!!"

Shubi blushed slightly, then looked expressionlessly at Jibril in front of her.

"Original Text - Anti-Life Equation - Full Power Deployment!!"

Shubi looked at Jibril expressionlessly.

"The anti-organic equation can make any mechanical creation a killing machine; even the most ordinary dishwasher can easily defeat an army."

"As the highest command body of the machine armor type, Shubi is an individual with the highest level of genius technology installed in her body. After being infected by the anti-organic equation, her strength after being fully released is - above average."

"Um???"

After hearing the introduction, Jibril blinked and then asked in confusion.

"Eek, Miss Scrap Metal, isn't she a little too confident to reveal your abilities so readily? Just a piece of scrap metal..."

boom! !

Before Jibril could finish speaking, a laser beam shot through her head.

She mechanically turned her head to look at the huge mountain that had just been pierced, and then her mood became slightly heavy.

Is this piece of scrap metal serious? Is it because of that guy named Su Nian? And this destructive power!! Is this a battle with zero margin for error?
Just as Jibril was thinking this, Shubi raised her hand, and behind her were countless cannon barrels that filled the entire sky.

"The neutron laser spear, a common weapon of a certain empire, can shatter a person at the atomic level."

"This is the least destructive weapon that Shubi can currently use."

Jibril's pupils contracted, and she said with obvious displeasure.

"Are you saying I'm doomed if I get hit by one of these blows?"

"You really dare to say that? It's just scrap metal."

Jibril's mood instantly soured; she knew very well that she couldn't afford to make any mistakes in the upcoming battle.

After all, even with the strongest techniques she had mastered, she couldn't protect her body at the atomic level.

Isn't this level of destructive power a bit too outrageous? Where did these scrap metal machine armors come from to develop such underhanded tactics?

"Correction: Shubi is not scrap metal, but a machine armor type."

Hugh looked at her in confusion, wondering why the other woman would use such insulting language to address her.

"Hint: Su Nian said that as long as you can withstand Hugh's full power for 251 seconds, she will let you go."

"I don't need you to let me go! You're just a piece of scrap metal, I'll kill you in 251 seconds!"

"And that guy named Su Nian!!"

Jibril glared angrily at Shubi, her gaze lingering on Shubi's neck, heart, and other vital areas.

Because of the expansion of that imaginary space, is Sky Shift no longer usable? That's really frustrating. From now on, will we only be able to dodge those attacks by flying?

Jibril thought to herself, feeling extremely bad, that she was now truly pushed to her limit by Shubi.

It seems that there is only one way to deal with this situation.

That was to gather all the spirit power in his body, use Sky Strike to blast open this imaginary space, and then use spatial teleportation to escape.

"If that's the case, then let's get ready!!"

The geometric angel halo above Jibril's head began to twist, radiating an unusual rose-red power.

Countless elven powers converged in her hands—this was the final move of the Skywing race, releasing all power, including the power of her own cells, in one go while ensuring the most basic safety requirements.

—Sky Strike!
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I'm going to be lazy for now, only one update today. The weather is getting colder and I want to take a day off.

(End of this chapter)