Zongman: The comprehension is against the sky, shocking the star gods

"Ohhh! That's amazing!"

Jibril gave a frivolous answer and clapped her hands.

Then, under the piercing gazes of all the Flügel, she tilted her head and quietly spoke the conversation that had been interrupted twice.

"So, have you forgotten that Master Sumo can resurrect gods... even Master Artosh?"

This is what Jibril had been wanting to say.

Although the term "happy funeral" sounds a bit unpleasant, before this, Artosh has not been completely disappeared!

In front of Su Mo, the boundary between life and death is not an insurmountable obstacle.

"???"

Upon hearing these words, all the Skywing species were stunned, as if they were petrified, completely frozen in place.

Although these idiots had witnessed Su Mo resurrecting Okan with their own eyes, they had never thought of this.

Seeing this scene, Jibril held her forehead and sighed.

“It’s fine if Azrael doesn’t remember. You guys are the same.”

"Ah... I suddenly feel that being expelled from the Tianyi clan is nothing. You guys are all a bunch of idiots!"

127 God of War Jibril gave birth to ten children

　　Following Jibril's sigh, the Flügel girls did not feel humiliated, but instead their eyes lit up.

Azriel even put down her weapon and approached Su Mo eagerly.

"Master Sumo, do you mean that you are willing to revive Master Artosh?"

The other Skywings also immediately showed expectant looks. Based on their understanding of Su Mo, he did not seem to have the habit of killing simple enemies.

Although saying this is a bit disparaging of one's own creator, to Su Mo, Artosh is more of an obstacle than an enemy.

If even the forging god Okan can be resurrected, then Artosh should be able to be resurrected too, right?

Faced with this begging look, Su Mo glanced at Jibril.

Jibril immediately understood and snorted.

"With the master's broad mind, of course he would not care about resurrecting Artosh-sama."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Flügel became excited.

For created beings, the Creator is often the greatest meaning of their existence in the world.

Before Azriel could cheer, Jibril crossed her arms and changed her tone.

"However, Azriel, your performance just now made the master very dissatisfied."

Azri was stunned when these words came out.

"I?"

"That's right!"

Jibril nodded and said fiercely.

"It is clear that the master and Master Altosh voluntarily agreed to fight, and the final defeat was also a fair result of the battle. You are actually dissatisfied with this. Not only did you ignore Master Artosh's last order and did not submit to Master Sumo, you also raised your weapons against him. Do you know that your behavior not only violated Master Artosh's order, but also betrayed Master Sumo's kindness——"

As she spoke, she took a step forward and concluded.

"Azriel, you are disloyal!"

"Ah? My behavior is considered disloyal, meow?"

Azriel, who was not very smart to begin with, was immediately frightened. Not only did she retreat from her previous majestic posture, but she also turned directly into her usual foolish self.

"Even though I feel like something is wrong, I just can't seem to refute it, nya!"

Seeing her confused look, Jibril smiled.

“That’s right. It’s because of Azrael and you that Master Sumo no longer wants to revive Master Artosh!”

"So, you must remember that it was not Master Sumo who killed Master Artosh, but you who prevented Master Artosh from being resurrected!"

Clearly, those words were nonsense and meant to turn the tables, but when Jibril said them with an extremely confident tone, they shocked all the Flügel.

"Is it my fault that Artosh-sama died?"

Like a frightened little rabbit, Azrael pondered for two seconds before revealing a tearful expression.

"Xiaoji, what should we do then? Is there any way to make Master Sumo change his mind and revive Master Artosh?"

She finally understood that whether or not to revive her own Lord God depended entirely on Su Mo's thoughts.

Hearing this question, Jibril's lips curled up slightly.

——These idiots are so easy to take the bait.

"If you want to revive Artosh-sama, how about showing your sincerity first?"

Jibril gave a malicious smile.

"How about starting by licking Master Su Mo's feet?"

She asked this, not only to deliberately bully Azrael, but also mainly to test her obedience.

What surprised her a little was that upon hearing this condition, Azriel didn't even hesitate or think for a second. She took two quick steps and really ran to Su Mo. She knelt down on the spot with her small body, wagging her non-existent tail like a pet, and looked up at Su Mo with a firm look in her eyes.

"If it can be useful, not only the feet, but anywhere on the body will do!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other young girls of the Skywing race also reacted and rushed over, completely surrounding Su Mo.

"If Lord Su Mo can listen to our wishes, so can we!"

Moreover, these young girls of the Skywing race were not just talking, they were actually speaking out.

Faced with this strange sight, Jipri, who was squeezed out, was stunned.

"Wait, wait! I haven't even started to bite my master yet, how dare you get there first? Shut up!"

If these one thousand Skywings really opened their mouths, even if one of them licked it once, they would be able to swallow the master.

How can such a good reward be left to these idiots?

Just as Jibril was considering whether to use her power to seize the best position, Su Mo finally took action.

The result of leaving everything to Jibril was that lolita would crawl all over his body.

For people with special fetishes, this is a loli feast, but for Su Mo, it is still too extreme.

Although Jibril did a good job in her goal of conquering the Flügel, her spontaneous and divergent behavior was a bit off.

If it weren't for the fact that the clothes on Su Mo's body were protected by authority, he would have been destroyed by these Skywings long ago.

"and many more!"

After holding down the heads of Azriel and many other young Flügel girls, Su Mo separated them and made them line up in front of him.

“If you want to revive Artosh, there is no problem. But before that, you must show me your worth. Of course, I don’t mean that you can talk to me.”

As he said this, he glanced at Jibril.

Jibril immediately lowered her head and clasped her hands together to acknowledge her mistake.

Seeing this performance, Su Mo continued to speak.

"As long as you have performed enough merits, I don't mind resurrecting Artosh and letting you repay the kindness of the Creator."

This is the classic tactic of making big promises.

When can merit be established and what level of merit is considered sufficient are all decided by Su Mo.

As for when to resurrect Artosh, it is even more of a metaphysical question.

If Su Mo is willing, he can postpone his resurrection until 100,000 years or even 1 million years later, which does not violate his promise.

"Really? Thank you for Master Su Mo's kindness... We, we are willing to submit to you, Master! Master, please use our bodies as swords. We are willing to give you everything, just to establish merit!"

After a few chats, everyone quickly reached a consensus.

With Azriel as the representative, all the Flügel knelt down, showing a gesture of complete submission and accepting Su Mo's request.

They knew that Su Mo might delay time, but they still did not hesitate at all.

One reason is that they have no choice. It is already a luxury that the only God is willing to give them hope, and they are not qualified to ask for more.

The second reason is that for the immortal Flügel, time is not a problem.

Not to mention a million years, even if it's ten million years, as long as there is hope, they are willing to wait.

In fact, rather than saying that Su Mo provided a condition for resurrecting Artosh, it would be more accurate to say that he gave them hope to survive.

It just looks a bit like the young daughter selling herself to bury her father - no, it's like selling herself to resurrect her father.

Seeing these Flügel, who had previously been full of desire for self-destruction, completely surrender, Jibril also breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, it's great that the owner is willing to use these idiots.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a familiar hand grab her neck and pull her up... 0

"Owner?"

Jibril, who was well-behaved and didn't resist at all, tilted her head, not knowing what Su Mo was going to do.

"The Flügel have chosen to surrender, but they still lack a manager."

Su Mo looked at Jibril in front of him and transferred the power he had just gained into this follower.

"So, I've decided that you will be the God of War!"

Hearing this, Jibril was slightly stunned, and then showed an incredible look.

“Master? This is… the essence of Master Artosh?!”

She soon sensed the power that Su Mo injected into her body.

Although Su Mo had already bestowed divine essence on corresponding followers before, she never expected that Su Mo would even give away the essence of the God of War.

You must know that this is the divine essence that can shatter the stars in the night sky and is above all gods. Its preciousness is absolutely incomparable to any other divine essence.

"This, this, this, this is too generous of you, isn't it?"

After feeling the power expanding within her body, Jibril was completely stunned.

If she was not dreaming, she had already surpassed San Yue Qi, who was previously on par with her, and became a fifth-order star-exploding existence.

How could she, a mere Skywing and a latecomer as a follower, be qualified to receive such favor?

"I believe you have the potential to use this essence to its fullest extent, even as good as Artosh."

Facing Jibril's surprise, Su Mo's answer was very calm.

Unlike Xinke and Ronnie, two geniuses at the divine level, Jibril has no special talent in creating spells, and is best at fighting.

However, in the field of combat, she is no less talented than a genius at the divine level.

In the realm of pushing past her own limits and defeating enemies beyond her imagination, her qualities may even surpass Artosh.

After hearing Su Mo's answer and looking at his master for a few seconds, Jibril reached out and hugged Su Mo, placing his little head under his arms.

"Although I should be grateful for the gift from the master at this time, to be honest, I suddenly feel a lot of pressure."

If the role I play is not worthy of this gift, I would be betraying my master's trust.

Su Mo touched Jibril's head, his tone calm and slightly expectant.

There weren't many beings that could keep up with him, and he hoped that at least the followers around him wouldn't lead the team.

"Yes, I can!"

Jibril nodded, her eyes firm, and then immediately returned to her usual playful self.

"By the way, what does the master want to do next? Since the world has been unified, should we call the newcomer over and make a done deal? I feel that with her intelligence, the master can let her voluntarily give birth to ten children..."

Looking at the relationship between the two, Azriel couldn't help but feel a little envious.