Moe Girl Guardians

Azriel fell silent. This was also what puzzled her: how could the incomplete individuals created by Lord Artshu break their established patterns? She believed that was the answer, but what was it…?

"The fifth is the Giant race, the fourth is the Dragon Spirit race, and the second is the Fantasy race. You have a history of successfully hunting races beyond the Winged race, so why is it that only Jibril was able to hunt them alone?"

"To put it simply, the Fantasy Species is like Arthas, while Jibril is like a Mech Species. The fact that a powerful Fantasy Species has been defeated by Jibril is already known; why would anyone believe that the God of War cannot be defeated?"

“…I don’t understand. I still don’t understand.” A voice filled with intense emotion rang out from Azriel. She had thought about this question, but she didn’t understand.

"Why was Jibril able to win? Our rules state that a single individual cannot defeat a superior race."

Wu Feng sighed. Sometimes she really felt that the Tianyi Clan was too stubborn. The answer was right in front of them, just a slight turn away, but they would never take that turn. They would rather fight to the death against a wall.

"After receiving information about you, I always felt that Azriel should be the first to understand the answer."

"The perfect creature created by the God of War—the so-called perfection—is that it hasn't experienced failure. After experiencing failure, it's no longer perfect. From then on, I should have had a concept of the answer. I don't understand why it's still troubling me now."

"To be honest, the reason is simple: there is no battle that is guaranteed to be won. Every battle, no matter what it is, has a possibility of victory. Even if there is a huge difference in strength, it only increases the probability of winning to 99%, not guarantees an absolute victory. What is there to consider when you lose?"

“There’s no way to win absolutely…” Azriel murmured, her eyes filled with confusion, as if she couldn’t quite understand.

“For example, this coin in my hand, from the moment it leaves my hand, its landing direction is already predetermined.” Wu Feng was annoyed by the slowness of the Skywing species, and took out a coin that could be used with the [Railgun] from his spatial storage and said to Azriel.

"What side do you think it will be?" Wu Feng said, flicking his finger to send the coin soaring into the air, where it slowly fell back down.

By diverting some of her energy to probe the area from the "front," Azriel had already calculated the answer to the landing.

In their eyes, the coin slowly fell to the ground, flipped a few times, and finally landed heads up.

“No matter how many times, once I start throwing the coin, the outcome is already decided if no one interferes,” Wu Feng said to Azriel as he put the coin back in his hand.

“…That’s right,” Azriel said, puzzled, not understanding the meaning behind Wu Feng’s actions.

Let's play a game.

"I'll flick the coin into my hand. You choose heads or tails, and I'll choose the other side. During this process, no magic is allowed to interfere with the coin. The loser has to fulfill one request of the other. How about that?" Wu Feng said, holding the coin in his hand.

"Free Jibril, or get out of my sight—make whatever you want, as long as I can do it."

Azriel looked even more puzzled. Even if interference wasn't prohibited, with her around, there was no way the coin could be interfered with. It was a sure win, so why take this gamble?

A moment later, Azriel suddenly realized, "Is that what it means?"

"With an absolute chance of victory, you want to repeat the reasons for my lord's defeat? I'll see how you do it!" Azriel withdrew her oppressive aura, suddenly laughed, and said inexplicably.

I accept the game's content.

The stakes are no longer important, because with certain victory, there's no need to consider the consequences of failure, just as the God of War never fails and therefore never considers why he might fail.

"Let's begin," Wu Feng said with a smile. He turned his palm up, placed the coin on his thumb, and with a gentle movement, the coin flew out of his palm and into the sky.

The environment seemed to freeze for a moment. The space inside the library seemed to be isolated, with endless magic locking everything in place, preventing any possibility of external interference. Wu Feng's body also froze when he flicked the coin, his movements stopped by Azriel.

Azriel's face was filled with confidence. According to the "Ten Covenants," such prohibitions were already considered acts of force. Unless he accepted them, it was impossible to complete. The space had been locked, and Wu Feng was also prohibited from moving. There was no possibility of interference nearby. The answer had been determined from the very beginning.

“Positive,” Azriel said softly, referring to the result she had obtained, an absolutely correct result without any interference.

“Then I’m the opposite,” Wu Feng said. The magic only restricted his actions, but it didn’t affect anything else.

As the coin slowly fell from mid-air, Wu Feng's expression remained unchanged. Unlike the anime's ending, where Sora used trickery to win the coin, he didn't employ any means to alter its trajectory. In Azriel's presence, there was no possibility of her using trickery; she was simply gambling, betting on that one in ten thousand chance.

"Come on, which side will it be?" (To be continued)

P.S.: I slept too late last night, etc. →→

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Chapter 299 Unexpected Event

"Swearing an oath by covenant"

"Swearing an oath by covenant"

The moment the coin popped out, the two spoke at the same time, then chose heads or tails and focused their attention on the coin.

Wu Feng was filled with anxious anticipation. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he hadn't made any backup plans. All he could rely on was the power he had gained in the Godslayer world and his luck.

What might be a one in ten thousand probability for others could be a one in ten probability for him; as long as an unexpected event occurs, the outcome can be determined.

The Skywing race is stubborn, and Wu Feng has already deeply understood this point in the conversation just now. Like the silver-haired girl, it took her thousands of years to finally give up, while Azriel still hasn't figured it out after six thousand years.

If you want her to understand, simply letting her experience failure won't work. She's already experienced countless failures in the great battle, and she's just one step away from the answer, but she just can't get past it.

Wu Feng could only take a gamble, betting that the impossible would happen before his eyes. That should be enough, proving that anything is possible.

From the moment the coin pops out, without any external interference, the outcome is already predetermined. Just as Azriel guessed, it will land heads up. Wu Feng himself will not interfere, and the space is also locked by Azriel so that no accidents will occur. However, this does not mean that no accidents will happen.

Before their eyes, the coin slowly descended to the ground, a sound so faint it was almost inaudible. With a clink, the coin hit the ground, bounced up again, and the sound emanating from it became much clearer, so much so that the source of the sound could be seen with the naked eye.

A crack appeared on the coin, causing a slight change in the angle of its rotation.

Wu Feng's face twitched. He too showed a surprised expression. He hadn't expected the coin to break. The coin he had taken out was the one used to operate the Railgun. It was slightly stronger than ordinary materials, but only slightly. The Railgun's power enhancement focused more on its compatibility with lightning. Sturdiness was secondary.

When it was taken out, the environment was still under Azriel's oppressive influence. Thanks to the protection of the rules and the fact that the coin was in Wu Feng's hands, it did not collapse, but it had reached a critical point where even a few slight impacts could cause it to break.

The bonus from Luck A, combined with its inherent damage, finally caused cracks to appear upon its first landing due to the natural impact.

The cracking sound rang out again. With the second impact, the crack on the coin's surface spread to the entire coin, and the rotation angle changed again. Wu Feng and Azriel stared intently at the coin, neither of them expecting such an accident to happen.

The third time, according to Azriel's calculations, the coin fell for the last time. After a clink, the coin broke into three pieces and fell to the ground, then came back together. Tailside.

Upon seeing the result, Wu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Luck had actually played a crucial role at the most critical moment! Vereslana, I'll thank you for life!

“…Why is this happening?” Azriel’s heterochromatic eyes narrowed, her pretty face filled with disbelief.

"Like I said before, there's no such thing as a guaranteed victory; anything can happen. No one can predict everything; we can only try to maximize our chances of winning," Wu Feng said, shrugging. Now Azriel should understand, right?

"Then my lord's failure..."

"There's no why; if I had to explain, it's simply a matter of uncertainty and possibility."

"No one can fully control the uncertainties of battle, and any opponent could suddenly become stronger, even gaining an advantage over the God of War in certain aspects. Thus, he was defeated."

……

"...Meow haha, so we were all thinking about such a boring question?" After a long silence, Azriel's confusion lessened, and she finally laughed loudly behind Wu Feng's back.

Having survived for over 20,000 years, Azriel was already very close to the answer. Wu Feng's role was simply to help her unlock the final layer, but this layer... was a bit difficult to unlock...

“You’ve won. I will keep my promise and agree to our alliance, but…” After understanding, Azriel flapped her wings and floated in front of Wu Feng, a smile on her pretty face.

"I'm just the speaker of the Eighteen Wings Council. To get the entire Skywing race to approve it, at least five council members need to agree. I'm one, Xiao Ji is one, and the remaining three will depend on Xiao Youfeng's own efforts."

"If you can persuade them, you can even make the Skywing race your subordinates, hmm~ but I won't~" After saying that, Azriel's pretty face showed signs of fatigue.

"So much time has passed, I'm so tired. Now that I know the answer, I should take a good rest for a while."

"No, you haven't agreed to my conditions yet!" Wu Feng was anxious when he heard Azriel say this. Her main purpose this time was to get her. He had already learned from the silver-haired girl that as the first Skywing, everyone had deep feelings for her. If she wasn't there, there was no need to consider anything else. Moreover, Wu Feng sensed something ominous from her words.

"Meow? Didn't you already agree?" Azriel tilted her head.

"...Did I make any requests?" Wu Feng asked helplessly, wondering if he really had...

“…Hey!! Didn’t we agree to the alliance?!” Azriel exclaimed in surprise.

"Our stakes are within acceptable limits. Let's agree to one condition: did I say it was an alliance?"

"!" As soon as Wu Feng finished speaking, Azriel instantly flapped her wings and moved away from him, biting her lip and looking at him in panic.

"Could it be that Little Wind ultimately took a liking to my body, meow..."

Even from a hundred meters away, the sound was still clear. Wu Feng felt that coming into this world was a mistake...

“...If I could be with Xiao Ji...I could barely accept it..." After saying that, Azriel came to Wu Feng again, biting her lip, closing her eyes, and standing there without resisting.

……

Wu Feng, his face dark, looked at the girl in front of him, raised his hands and touched her face. Sensing her trembling body, Wu Feng revealed a wicked smile, and immediately pulled his hands to both sides, making her pretty face look ridiculous.

"I've already made my demands. You'll be my subordinate until you can defeat Jibril!"

"...It's so painful...I can only reluctantly agree to be with...Xiao Ji..." Azriel said with difficulty, her face being pinched. She grabbed Wu Feng's hands, trying to break free, and...her face was pulled even wider...

In terms of strength, she was no match for Wu Feng.

After being kneaded for a long time, Wu Feng finally let go with a look of relief. This was the happiest moment he had experienced in the past few days!

"Don't be so confident! There are three other councilors; if they don't all agree, what I say won't matter!" Azriel said, rubbing her slightly sore cheek. (To be continued)

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Chapter 300 My Subordinate is a Girl

“Since Senior Azriel has agreed, why should we disagree?” The voice came from the edge of the cube behind Wu Feng.

Seven girls of different colors, all dressed in the standard uniforms of the Skywing race, flew in, flapping their wings. The girl standing at the front was the Skywing race girl with silver hair and black clothes who had helped Wu Feng many times.

"I knew it was you who leaked the secret. You were stalking me for no reason, showing up in my library without warning~" Azriel said to the girl, still rubbing her face.

"Well, senior isn't young anymore, it's time for someone to take care of you," a girl behind the silver-haired girl said with a grin.

"No way~ I'm only 24,000 years old, still very young, very young!" Azri immediately puffed out her cheeks and waved her little fists at them.

"Yes, yes, senior is very young, we are still just kids, so please don't hold it against us." The silver-haired girl smiled, having resolved a problem that had plagued the Skywing race for thousands of years, which put her in a very good mood.

"However, have you all thought this through? It's fine if I join them, but have you all decided to do the same?" Azriel said to the seven people with a slightly serious expression. Excluding Jibril, the remaining members of the Eighteen Wings Council had all gathered here.

"Hey, Azriel, are you really my subordinate...?" Wu Feng was also very happy to see the silver-haired girl appear. Judging from her strength alone, he could guess that she was not an ordinary Skywing race and that she was a member of the council. From what they had just said, he could say that he had succeeded in his goal this time.

Then...Azriel came to give him acupuncture again...

"Before becoming Master's subordinate, I was the eldest of the Skywing race, so of course I'd consider my younger sisters first, meow~" Azriel puffed out her chest and said without a trace of guilt. Then she turned to the seven girls and spoke earnestly.

"Don't be fooled by their feminine appearance. Your owner is a clumsy and lecherous cat; who knows, one day she might drag you to warm the bed and do some 'baby-making' stuff, meow!"

"We've thought it through very carefully," the seven girls said with smiles.

"Putting everything else aside, the fact that our master was able to untie the knot that has bound us for thousands of years and finally liberate our predecessors is enough to make us pledge our allegiance," one of the girls said. They had all survived because of the mission, but had not found the answer for six thousand years.

“There’s something even more important,” the silver-haired girl stood up. Her voice was filled with anticipation, and her eyes shone with excitement.

"It's been so long since the throne of the One God was taken by the God of Games. How long has it been since we fought? No matter who it is, I feel like I can fight with all my might one more time," the silver-haired girl said with anticipation. The girls around her were also filled with excitement. It had been too long, far too long. Their desire for battle had long since filled them.

"...Looks like there's no way to persuade you, meow," Azriel said helplessly, covering her eyes. As the eldest of the Winged Race, she understood her sisters' thoughts best. Drawn by their fighting spirit, her eyes also burned with fire. Yes, it had been so long since she had fought! She longed to fight again!