Moe Girl Guardians

“No problem. Jibril specifically told me that if I encounter this situation, I should just not accept it. The other party will definitely be fine,” Wu Feng said, giving the girl a thumbs up, as if he trusted her completely.

"Oh, Xiao Ji is so mean, how could he say that to my sister?" The girl lowered her head sadly, then immediately raised her head with a gleam in her eyes and continued to speak to Wu Feng.

"Hey, isn't Xiao Ji super cute? Isn't she adorable? As her owner, have you tried doing anything with her? What does it feel like? I really want to know!" The girl asked Wu Feng in a cute, curious voice, flapping her wings and circling around him. Where Wu Feng couldn't see, a sharp glint appeared in her eyes as she awaited his answer.

"...Jibrel and I have only a purely professional superior-subordinate relationship. Nothing like what you're thinking happened." Stunned for a moment by the girl's question, Wu Feng realized he was still too innocent...

"Huh? Could it be that you really are a woman? Or are you [beep] cold-hearted? You didn't even touch Xiao Ji!" Wu Feng's answer made the girl pale with disbelief, but the wariness deep in her eyes faded a little.

"If Xiao Youfeng were also a girl, she would be a good owner for Xiao Ji. Although she is not as good as Xiao Ji, she is still very cute!" Azriel suddenly disappeared from sight and moved to Wu Feng's side, bending down and rubbing her face against him.

Although Azriel wasn't that tall, about the same height as Jibril, she was still considerably taller than Wu Feng. Wu Feng was speechless and immediately knelt down. "I hate tall people!"

A gap appeared beside Azriel, and Wu Feng covered his face. The human race's plenipotentiary representatives were two perverts, Blank and Shiro. He hadn't expected the Skywing race's plenipotentiary representatives to be so unreliable... Jibril was much more reliable in comparison... They really should have taken them to the Eastern Union Foxes to learn a thing or two...

"Ahem, let me formally introduce myself. I'm Saigyouji Yuuka, Jibril's superior. I've come to Avant specifically to pay a visit." If he didn't introduce himself, Wu Feng felt the chances of getting to the point were too slim... He'd better do it himself...

"Hmm~ Meow~" The girl made an unreadable, cute sound, as if she was thinking about something. The halo above her head moved with it. Wu Feng then realized that her halo seemed to have a more complex shape than Jibril's. Was it a manifestation of class? Or something else?

"Speaker of the Eighteen Wings Council of the Skywing Clan, and Acting President of the Entire Wing, Azriel. I'm sure you've heard about this from Xiao Ji, Youfeng," Azriel said with a gentle smile, clapping her hands after thinking for a long time.

...Could it be that he forgot what he was going to say after so long, and only just remembered...? Wu Feng thought to himself, puzzled. This scene seemed a little familiar...

“Yes, I’ve already heard about it from Jibril,” Wu Feng nodded. This information had already been imprinted in his mind before he came. Azriel, the first winged creature created by the God of War, was the Speaker of the Eighteen Wings Council and the representative of all wings.

"How did it go? How did it go? What did Jibril say?" Azriel's eyes were filled with intense curiosity as she paid close attention to how Jibril described her.

"That hateful senior who implemented the 'Shared Book Law'?" Wu Feng said with a mocking honesty. He could tell the other person was a siscon. He wondered what the reaction would be if he had mentioned having a special relationship with Jibril. Wu Feng suddenly wondered if he should try something reckless...

"Meow, how could you say that to your sister? I'm so sad..." Upon hearing this, Azri immediately made her classic pose of bending forward in disappointment.

...Why did the topic veer off to such a strange place again...?

"Well, Azriel-senpai, let's get down to business." (To be continued...)

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Chapter 294 Failure?

"Meow?" Azriel tilted her head and flew in front of Wu Feng, as if considering what she had just said.

"I hope the Skywing race can form an alliance with me," Wu Feng said formally. This was also his main purpose in coming to the Skywing race. It was not to help Blank, but to seek the help of the entire Skywing race.

"? Alliance, human race?" Azriel asked with a cute smile. Judging from the information she had received, Little Wind should be on the same side as humans.

"No, it's not just a personal alliance on my part, or perhaps, to go further, I hope more Skywing race members will join us."

After his previous death, he also obtained some information about the mission. In the near future, the mission he will face will be much more difficult than the last one. Since he is called the Guardian of the World, his true mission is naturally to protect the entire world.

Currently, missions are assigned based on one's own strength, but many dimensions are in danger of being invaded by agents. For example, Kikyo, whom I encountered on Earth, is probably on the verge of collapse in the Inuyasha world. Given the significant difference in my strength, I will not receive missions to go there.

As their strength increases, they may encounter more than ten, twenty, or even a hundred assistants in battle. Right now, they have no hope of participating. It is not difficult to assemble a team of a hundred youkai in Gensokyo, but an elite team is extremely difficult. The Skywing race, which has a combined attack tactic and becomes stronger the more there are, is undoubtedly a powerful force.

The larger the battle, the higher the probability of casualties. Wu Feng couldn't bring himself to lead a group of friends to their deaths. Another reason for choosing the Skywing race was spatial teleportation. With this skill, it was highly likely to achieve a zero-casualty result.

"Why? With Little Ji, that should be enough, right? Could it be..." Azriel's eyes changed, and her expression became serious, finally showing some semblance of a representative of the entire wing.

This concerns racial issues; even if she's trying to be cute, it's time to get serious. Seeing Azriel's serious expression, Wu Feng thought with relief, "It seems there's still hope for the Winged Race."

"Little Ji alone can no longer satisfy Little Youfeng! Does she want to open a Crystal Palace?!"

Wu Feng nearly choked on his own blood... He covered his face, convinced she would get serious; he was such an idiot...

“I can’t make decisions for others, but I’m fine with myself! Becoming your subordinate means I can be with Ji forever, right? Hehehe.” After being serious for less than three seconds, Azriel’s pretty face lit up with excitement again, her mind filled with 18+ fantasies.

"Let's play a game. If you let me and Xiao Ji take a bath together and sleep together, I'll deliberately lose to you!"

Hey, is it really okay to say that?! Won't the other Skywing races cry when they hear this? They definitely will!

"Huh? Isn't this going too far..." Wu Feng's miserable expression made Azriel hesitate. After thinking for a long time, she continued.

"Alright then, let Xiao Ji call me 'sister.' That's acceptable, but I can't go any lower!"

...Was choosing the Skywing race by myself really not a mistake...?

"I'm not kidding, I need the combat power of the Skywing race," Wu Feng said seriously, bringing up the topic of combat once again.

"Combat ability?"

"Yes, I desperately need the Skywing race's power to kill gods." Although there was no mention of any Skywing race successfully killing gods, since they were created for the purpose of killing gods, they naturally have the ability. It can only be said that the god level of Disbod is too high, and most of them are probably true gods. If it were the false gods in Sumerian mythology, a single Skywing race could end their rule.

"Is combat ability still useful in this world...? Under the rules of that cowardly god, we are just creatures with slightly higher magical aptitude and who live a little longer." The topic of combat made Azriel a little more serious, and she said disdainfully.

During the great war, they belonged to the God of War Artes, the strongest God of War among all the divine races, but they failed. The throne of the One God was given to a coward who had always avoided battle, causing all the Skywing races to hold a disdainful view of Tetu.

"Our combat abilities are only enough to scare the lowest-ranking brats. Without permission, we can't cause any harm at all." As she spoke, Azriel suddenly disappeared and reappeared, almost right next to Wu Feng, her eyes blazing with chilling killing intent. The sudden attack left Wu Feng in a very brief daze.

Cold sweat streamed down Wu Feng's face. He had underestimated the Skywing race. Without the protection of the rules, he might have already been seriously injured in a real battle.

In the battle against Jibril, if it weren't for the fact that he had absorbed Yuyuko's experience in the [Netherworld White Jade Tower], he would have been the one to lose.

They are not those agents who fight by relying on their abilities and equipment; they are god-slaying weapons created by the strongest war god. They are a race that has lived for an incredibly long time and survived by constantly fighting against opponents of higher levels. Each of them has walked out of a sea of ​​blood, and their combat experience and awareness have reached a perfect level.

“Give up. You’ve seen it yourself. Under these damned rules, we’re useless except for knowledge and magic. In terms of magic, Little Ji is the strongest among us, and his knowledge is also at the forefront. Adding more Skywings won’t help you at all.” Azriel’s pretty face no longer had the ease it had before, and a sense of oppression filled the room.

"...that's why you should ally with me even more."

"Why? By what right?"

“Azriel should already know some information about me from Jibril, right?” Wu Feng said slowly. Although important information wouldn’t be sent, he would still share some basic information.

"In which aspect?" Wu Feng's insistence made Azriel glance at him slightly. After experiencing the murderous aura just now, it was quite impressive that he could still calmly say these words.

Wu Feng believed that Jibril had already relayed the message, "I am from another world," back to Abantheim.

"So what?" Azriel's pretty face remained unchanged, clearly indicating that she already knew.

"Battles! We have endless battles there, some even rivaling major wars. I need your help."

“We are not capable of leaving this world.” Flames burned in Azriel’s heterochromatic eyes, but soon went out.

“Besides, why should we help you?” Azriel continued, just as Wu Feng was about to say that she had a solution.

“We are the strongest weapons created by the God of War, and we live only for our master. Why should we help you?” Azriel stared at Wu Feng with sharp eyes.

“I have no right to manage individuals who have agreed to become your people, but it’s impossible for my Skywing race to obey you,” Azriel fundamentally rejected Wu Feng’s idea.

They are indeed a warrior race, but they are also a proud race, and they would never give up everything for the sake of fighting.

"Is it impossible no matter what?"

"No" (To be continued...)

Chapter 295 Reunion

Seeing Azriel's resolute expression, Wu Feng knew he had no hope of persuading her to form an alliance with him, at least not by conventional methods. How could a race that survived the entire war be so easily swayed?

"I'm sorry for this time. I hope to stay here for a while. Is that possible?" Although he failed this time, Wu Feng still hoped to try again. The murderous aura he felt earlier made him feel that the Skywing Clan was the best candidate.

"The reservation has been accepted, so it's fine for Little Wind to stay here as long as you like~" Azriel said cutely, her pretty face smiling again as if nothing had happened, after the topic of battle was changed.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Suddenly remembering something, Azriel extended a slender white finger and held it up in front of Wu Feng.

“Although it’s fine for her to stay, for her own safety, we forbid Xiao Youfeng from living here. What if she opens her eyes one day and finds herself in Xiao Youfeng’s arms? Even aliens can get pregnant!” Azriel’s pretty face suddenly turned red, and she said in a very serious voice.

"So Xiaoyoufeng needs to find her own place to stay."

...Who can tell me what expression to make? Wu Feng's expression was extremely conflicted. What kind of brain could produce such a dialogue...?

If he could, Wu Feng really wanted to see what color Azriel would be after being cut open. It wasn't pink, it was supposed to be emerald green, so why was it all black...? Daring to launch a night raid like that, he was definitely the one who would die in the end, there was no other possibility...

"I'll find my own accommodation. I'll be leaving today." Wu Feng left the black cube after much hesitation. He hadn't planned to stay here in the first place anyway. As for sleep, while he absolutely loved it, going a few days without sleep occasionally... probably wouldn't be a problem...

"After avenging my master... how long has it been since I last fought..." After Wu Feng left the library, Azriel gently flapped her wings, sat on the cylindrical platform made of bookshelves, looked at her hands with a lonely expression, and murmured to herself.

……

Disappointed, Wu Feng left the cube where Azriel was and floated aimlessly within Abandheim. He had sensed Azriel's anticipation of battle, but her final refusal was equally swift; battle alone was not enough.

"I told you we'd meet again," a familiar voice came from behind Wu Feng. A silver-haired girl in black followed him and said with a slight smile.

"We actually met..." Wu Feng said weakly. Although he was surprised, he was too lazy to make any more expressions.

"That's for sure, I'm always right," the silver-haired girl said confidently. "It seems the defeat has been quite a blow to you. How about a big battle to relax?"

"No, that wouldn't be relaxing," Wu Feng refused, stretching his body. After meeting Azriel, he had a more accurate understanding of the Winged Race. To fight a full-powered Winged Race, unless he entered a state possessed by Yuyuko, he would only have a chance of victory against another one. To accept now would be pure masochism.

"...I don't think I said I wanted to see Azriel, so how did you know I failed..." After refusing, Wu Feng suddenly realized that the silver-haired girl in front of him seemed to know why he was there. Well, there should always be a few understanding types in a race.

“…It’s simple, because I’ve been following you all along.” Wu Feng’s rejection made the silver-haired girl feel a little down. She looked at him and said weakly, without showing any shame.

...Officer, there's a hentai here! Wait, calling the police probably won't do any good... There's a hentai here with the city management officers!

Wu Feng's already conflicted expression became even more conflicted. Being rejected was bad enough, but to be followed was even worse... What terrified him even more was that no matter when the other party started following him, he hadn't noticed at all. Ordinary Skywing species could never do that.

The way people looked at the silver-haired girl changed; she wasn't just a pervert, she was a very powerful one...

"I heard you're looking for a place to live," the girl asked Wu Feng, staring at him with a seemingly questioning tone.

Okay, they've probably already followed her all the way to Azriel's house...

"Come with me!" Without waiting for Wu Feng's reply, the silver-haired girl turned and flew off in another direction.

"Hurry up and catch up!" In the blink of an eye, the girl was about to disappear from Wu Feng's sight when a fluctuating voice came from the other side.

Since he hadn't figured out how to persuade Azriel, he just drifted along aimlessly, and Wu Feng sped up to fly with the silver-haired girl.

The silver-haired girl was kind enough to consider Wu Feng's flying speed and didn't use too fast. After flying for a short while, the two arrived outside a cube.

"Come in," the silver-haired girl, whose body was already half inside the cube, said to Wu Feng, and then disappeared into the cube.

Somewhat confused, Wu Feng also entered the cube.

Simply put, it's a library inside, but compared to Jibril's and Azriel's libraries, it feels much more ordinary. Although there are many books, they don't quite reach the level of grandeur.

Azriel's library is spacious, with a magnificent array of bookshelves. The space here is no smaller than hers, but it appears much sparser, at most the size of a national library.

"You'll stay there with me today," the silver-haired girl said to Wu Feng, pointing to a spot below as they walked to the center of the space.

The Skywing race does not need to sleep. There is no special place to rest in the libraries of Azriel and Jibril, but there is a special place to rest here. Below Wu Feng, there is a wooden villa made in a color similar to that of a book. It is not very large, but it can still accommodate dozens of people.

"Why did you suddenly ask me to stay at your house?" If he still doesn't understand, then it's more than just a matter of being stupid. But Wu Feng really wanted to know why the Skywing Clan member, whom he had only met once, would bring him to stay at her house.