Why can't humans do it too?

"What... is a person? Is it what that forest elf calls itself? Or... that monkey?" As if she hadn't heard Jibril's disdainful words, Azriel didn't even use her usual catchphrase, and just stared straight ahead as she spoke.

Unlike usual, she wasn't thrown off balance by Jibril's disdainful words. Her emerald hair flowed back in the wind, and she was as solemn as if she were meeting her most revered god of war. But Jibril knew that the Azriel before her might be the real her.

The one she saw right after she was created, exuding murderous intent, was a leader who could be considered ruthless even among the entire Skywing race.

Silently, Azriel flew beside Jibril without saying a word, as if waiting for her answer, and the expression on her face meant that she was serious—at this moment, she was not the silly girl who always wanted to hold her in her arms and called herself her older sister, but the leader of the entire Skywing race.

“...It’s nothing worth mentioning,” Jibril said slowly in a low voice after a moment.

"Is that so?" Azriel commented indifferently, whether she believed it or not. "In that case, I'll allow you to watch this battle from the rear."

She casually uttered those words, and before Jibril could reply, Azriel pierced through space and returned to the front of the group, leaving Jibril all alone at the back.

"You are allowed to watch this battle from the rear"—such words are undoubtedly the most direct insult to any Skywing. Even if we go back in time, Jibril is absolutely certain that her past self would have been enraged beyond measure upon hearing Azriel's words, wanting to respond to such an insult with the blood of the enemy and the most intense battle. But…

She said nothing, remaining as calm as a cold rock.

Jibril's exceptional eyesight allowed her to clearly see the beautiful emerald figure at the very front of the group, and the slightly tilted head as she looked back.

What is she waiting for?

Was she disappointed?

Unable to discern Azriel's thoughts, Jibril was certain of her own feelings at that moment... which were far from pleasant.

Slightly quickening her pace, Jibril caught up with the group ahead.

Piercing through the ever-appearing clouds, smashing everything in sight that dared to investigate, the ruins that Jibril knew so well came into view.

No, calling it a ruin is no longer accurate for this once-abandoned city. At least when she left, Jibril knew that Sul had plans to reuse the city, and the defensive spells that were blooming under the light blasts casually unleashed by Azriel, the leader, clearly proved this.

The city's defenses were far from weak; in fact, many attacks launched by the Skywings were directly deflected. These minor damages were unlikely to cause any harm to the flying Skywings.

Seemingly tired of such tedious probing, Azriel raised her right hand, her wings glowing slightly, and the link to the Elven Corridor was forcibly opened. A massive number of elves were drained away, like a mischievous child tearing open the top layer of anthill, and the entire sky above the city was directly lifted up.

The crashing rubble, the crumbling magic pillars, and the billowing dust created an apocalyptic scene for life in the city.

Chapter 256 "The Rat"

Unable to resist moving closer, until her reason told her the closest she could get, Jibril stared intently at the dust and smoke blown away by the wind that had not yet been stirred by magic, as if something invisible was pulling at her heart.

"You remember this place, right?" By the time Jibril realized what was happening, Azriel had already quietly landed beside her, also gazing down at the city.

"!!!" She didn't speak, but Jibril was undeniably horrified.

"It all started in this forest elf city... You led a small team to wipe out the delusions of those weeds who had no respect for power, and it was here that you first led others to defeat a fantasy species, becoming a source of pride loved by everyone..." Azriel's words were filled with memories, but Jibril finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard what she was saying.

“Ah, that’s right,” Jibril replied briefly, only then realizing that this was what Azriel was referring to.

Even she herself found it strange. Decades ago, she attacked Xin Ke right here, shattering the weed's fantasy of controlling life made of pure energy, and also taking away books from the city, including the weed's notebooks.

In the same place, decades later, she met the owner of that foolish notebook again, met a strange new being whom she recognized as a friend, and experienced a series of interesting things that she could hardly believe when she looked back. It was a wonderful adventure that she could never forget, and she even lived there like an ordinary person for two years without any boredom or dullness.

And now, she has come here again, but this time with no good intentions...

Thinking of this, the smile that had unconsciously crept onto Jibril's face vanished.

“But for you, this place might mean more than just that, right?” Azriel’s words made Jibril tense up once again, though she couldn’t explain why.

“Right here, I saw you, weakened, laughing and joking with those weaklings… Even Abant Heim never went back.”

"..."

Azriel's words were met with silence. Jibril acted as if she hadn't heard anything at all. She should have been shocked to hear words that made it seem like they had already been discovered, but Jibril found nothing to be shocked about.

It should have been expected. How could that guy who was always sticking to her, who would secretly follow her every time she challenged a dragon spirit, possibly turn a blind eye to this and let her continue to wander outside?

Looking back now, Jibril should even thank Azriel for the decision she ultimately made—even though she didn't approve of those weak beings, she didn't directly annihilate them, but instead allowed Jibril to act.

This is to express gratitude for the tolerance of the strong.

After the God of War gave the order, without even thinking or discussing, Azriel set the destination for the journey, and all she had to do was in accordance with the God of War's command—simply offer a greeting.

The wind summoned by magic blew, carrying the scattered dust to the deserted wilderness.

It wasn't solely due to the city's automatic defenses. When Azriel's previous attack landed, these Skywings could clearly see the lights shining from the city center; it was those magic spells that deflected Azriel's attack.

The dust and smoke dissipated quickly, and before long, the Skywings floating in the air could see everything in the ruined city, which had lost its cover.

"Oh my gosh~~~, what luck!" Leaning forward slightly, Azriel exclaimed happily at the sight that appeared amidst the city's ruins. "I found you... little mouse~"

The lead-gray steel wall, composed of countless tiny, densely packed blocks, was constantly piling up and shrinking in size. When the smoke and dust completely dissipated, it had transformed into a double-edged giant sword, protecting a goblin with a single red eye, along with the other goblins behind him.

Opposite this goblin, another shield, also made of steel, had also dissipated. However, it was a giant shield made of bright blue and white metal, which was shrinking and deforming due to the pause in the attack. The deformation was very mechanical. In the entire world, besides the goblins, only that race—the machine race—possesses this level of mechanical ability.

Her long, crimson hair flowed freely down to her ankles. The retreating giant shield transformed back into a fair arm, but her entire right arm was now a single, crimson cannon with a thick muzzle. Two pairs of asymmetrical, slightly glowing mechanical wings spread out from her back. Her body had obvious mechanical structures, and a mechanical light wheel was spinning rapidly on one side of her forehead. Four small floating cannons were also interspersed around her, constantly revolving around her as a vigilant center.

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They were standing on a small island in the lake, a lake that Jibril knew so well, but now it was stained a murky gray by the collapsed rock dome and the dust that had been splashed down. A few magical plants, unwilling to die, could still be seen struggling to emerge from the cracks in the rubble. A corner of the lake embankment was also torn apart by the deformed ground, and dark green lake water was pouring down from the cracks in large gushes.

"Let~me~see~meow~", Azriel said playfully, placing a hand above her eyes and gazing around, looking left and right before finally lowering her hand and looking maliciously at the crimson-haired mech below. "No one~, poor little mouse... are you the only one?"

"We couldn't find any other Mechs within a radius of almost two hundred kilometers, so we can basically confirm it, right, meow?" Azriel rubbed her forehead, seemingly troubled. "The rat that's been constantly appearing around Abang-kun, mimicking our power and attacking the outside world... it's you, isn't it, meow?"

A certain pre-existing feeling choked the emerald-haired winged being, making her look extremely unhappy. She was digging her hand into her forehead so hard it looked like she was about to drill a hole through it.

"...The culprit who was attacked but couldn't retaliate because of orders has finally revealed himself, meow~", Azriel said with a strange smile.

"Are you ready?"

Chapter 257 The Spark

Without a doubt, the emerald-haired Skywing was threatening death, but the crimson-haired Machine, or rather... Shubi, showed no intention of replying.

Her gaze was fixed on the pink-haired winged being standing next to the arrogant one—Jibriel.

Shubi remembered her name; it seemed familiar. But to truly comment on their relationship, even after Jibril stopped appearing in the settlement, they weren't really close. It was the kind of relationship where they could exchange a few words if Sue or Rikuko were present, but would remain silent when alone.

She was watching her, and she knew she was watching her too.

"Hey~~~~, little mouse~~~, can you hear meow?", a certain restless Skywing species was still trying to speak.

[WARNING: Becoming hostile to this unit will be considered a declaration of war against the entire Mech race, and corresponding measures will be taken.]

Having not used such a language in so long, her speech was as lifeless as a real machine. Without even looking at Jibril's expression, Shubi spoke slowly and coldly.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha, hey, hey, hey, you should at least consider the situation before lying, meow!" Almost as soon as Shubi finished speaking, she burst into laughter, and the other Skywing races joined in the laughter. Azriel wiped away what looked like tears from the corner of her eye. "Seriously, the Machine Races always move in groups and don't scatter, but here there's only you, a one-piece Machine Race... In that case, how can you call this being hostile to the entire Machine Race?"

"Wait, meow!" Azriel suddenly shrieked, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret. "Then wouldn't this make it an extremely rare collectible?! Especially now that the Machine Race has defeated the Yamato Dragon, the head type is becoming increasingly precious!"

Azriel's words undoubtedly caused an uproar among the Skywings. Almost every Skywing stared at the small Mech below with shining eyes, their longing gazes almost overwhelming her.

'How terrifying,' she couldn't help but cry out in her heart. Even though she didn't have sensory organs like the human nervous system, the sight of the Skywings above her made Shubi tremble uncontrollably.

The argument in the sky had escalated to who would take the head of the machine-type creature below. If it weren't for the direct orders from the God of War, Artes, these winged creatures, their faces flushed with anger, would have simply had a contest right there and then.

"Stop making noise, meow!!!" Azriel shouted, wiping the drool from her mouth as loudly as possible, "Don't forget your master's orders! Your master's orders!"

The words of the God of War were quite important to these fanatical Skywing races, somewhat cooling down their minds that were burning with desire for the peerless treasure. However, their eager eyes betrayed the true thoughts in the hearts of these warlike individuals.

"Although I don't know why this piece of scrap metal appeared here, it must have been you who was always around Abang-kun before, meow," Azriel nodded with satisfaction. Things were going so smoothly that she was quite pleased. "I don't understand what Master means by 'enemy' at all, meow. Is there really an existence in this world that can rival our master?"

"Well~, it's also a great thing that you can see the world that we can't see, meow. Anyway, since you've been appearing around us as our master's enemy, then killing you like this should be considered a greeting, right, meow?" Azriel nodded to herself and said.

The logic of the matter had been completely laid out before her. The master would surely be satisfied with the smooth completion of the mission, so the Skywing species, as a weapon, had only a simple task ahead.

"Alright~, then~, that lone piece of scrap metal~~~, please just stay quietly where you are and don't resist, meow~~, I'll try to be very gentle—!!!"

The sharp, explosive sound pierced the air. The blade that the elf had transformed into seemed to possess an imposing aura, but Azriel simply raised her hand slightly and shattered this weak attack. Perhaps the only effect it had was to interrupt her words.

"...Are you in such a hurry to die, you ores?" Azriel's expression suddenly turned cold as she finally cast a disdainful glance at the goblin who had been quietly observing everything since the beginning.

The attack just now came from the leader of these gophers who was standing at the very front.

"Ah~, how should I put it?" The goblin with the scarlet single eye took two steps forward, seemingly very troubled, and slung his greatsword over his shoulder. "Actually, there are two main reasons... First, it's already quite annoying that he suddenly appeared and ripped off the ceiling, and it's really unpleasant that he keeps ignoring my existence."

"As for the second thing, guys like you who stand on high and talk to me like that... you're really annoying, aren't you?"

The one-eyed goblin couldn't help but sneer, and as he spoke, the entire land trembled. The city, which was already ravaged beyond recognition, cracked open once more. From the city and from its edges, large and small submarines separated the land, and even huge airships flowed out of the soil.

The silent steel proclaims power, bringing confidence to all goblin species.

"Is that so?" Azriel sneered without flinching, spreading her arms wide. As she did so, the other Winged Ones also spread their wings—except for Jibril.

"I was a little curious about what this piece of scrap metal and those stupid moles were doing meeting here in secret, but thinking about it, it doesn't really matter, meow, does it?" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Azriel's face, and the halo above her head had already spun into a dazzling spot of light that was almost impossible to look at directly. The powerful elves gathered in her raised hand, and the Winged Race were also waiting, waiting for the horn to sound as the start of the war.

"...Just kill them all."

A cold, emotionless declaration, as a torrent of light poured forth from Azriel's hands, cascading downwards like a waterfall.

"Sky strike!"

"Say that to me, you bastard!!!"

The voice was in no way inferior to Azriel's, and even deliberately amplified by the elves to directly overpower it. The one-eyed goblin standing on the ground was undoubtedly Ronnie roaring.

In an instant, even the pitch-black cannon barrel turned dark red, and the heat generated by the firing caused the temperature in this area to rise a few degrees. It was also a torrent of light, and the goblin race retaliated with an indisputable force!

Chapter 258 Fierce Battle

Individual forest elves and goblins, or even a small number of them, are undoubtedly no match for the winged species. However, when the power of the goblins is gathered together, the energy they can unleash is in no way inferior to the signature moves of the winged species.