Moe Girl Guardians

"That's nothing compared to the exhilaration of fighting here..." The Skywing girl muttered a few more complaints before her magic circle lit up and she disappeared into the universe.

Another girl, also conflicted, used her spatial teleportation ability to bring her twenty-nine subordinate Skywing girls back to the ground.

The disappearance of the two Winged Girls and their subordinate Winged Girls brought a sigh of relief to the silver-haired girl and Jibril, if we were to give a proper reason.

Two quasi-god-level beings led nearly eight hundred powerful invaders to invade, and non-superior races could face annihilation. Who knows what strange and unusual abilities they might possess? Although arrangements have been made below, there is still no peace of mind.

In addition, the two girls had been slightly injured in the attack, and for safety reasons, the silver-haired girl and Jibril, being the strongest, thoughtfully sent them down to assist in the defense, away from the battlefield.

The real version...

There are only six enemies left! That's not enough to go around! The fighting spirit suppressed for six thousand years can't be quelled by just a few people! Of course, we need to find a way to get rid of a few and free up some spots!

As a warrior race, Jibril and the silver-haired girl's thoughts were instantly known to the chosen ones...

“Those two are mine,” Jibril said, pointing to the scaly monster, Sin, and a quasi-god-level being behind him.

"I'll take what you left over," the silver-haired girl said, choosing the flame-shaped humanoid Fire Scale and another quasi-god behind it.

The last two quasi-gods were taken over by the remaining two Skywing race teams. (To be continued...)

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Chapter 329 The Prelude to Courting Death

In the first phase, we will use the world barrier to deplete the opponent's power as much as possible, and lure them into the world before they fully recover.

In the second phase, the opponent's strength was further weakened through Abantheim's long-range attacks.

In the third phase, the battlefield is divided to avoid meaningless casualties. The battlefield is divided into several parts: Tetu is positioned on the Crimson Moon to control the invaders, while the Fantasy Species is positioned on the secondary invaders to entangle them in the universe.

The Skywing race is responsible for dealing with the remaining enemies.

Even when they were gathering information, Wu Feng and his team had already learned that the enemy had at least four invaders comparable to elite dragon spirits, so how could they not take precautions?

The two, Blank and his companion, understood that this number was very likely to increase in the next few days, so their strategy was not based on the assumption that the opponent only had four Dragon Spirit Elite (quasi-gods).

They simulated ten possible changes in the number of people involved! Even if two more were added, it would still be within the scope of their plan.

It was precisely because the plan was devised with ten quasi-god level opponents that Jibril and the silver-haired girl were able to calmly squeeze out the two weakest ones to play a minor role.

Although Wu Feng's anxiety was feigned, the injury rate of the Skywing girl was indeed beyond expectations. He had warned of the possibility of a sneak attack before the battle, which allowed the members of the Eighteen Wings Council to escape safely. However, some were inevitably affected, given the vast difference in strength.

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"Hahaha, hey, Fire Phosphorus, did you hear that?" Upon hearing Jibril's distinction between the two girls, Shizui burst into laughter, almost rolling on the ground clutching his stomach.

"Hmm..." A distinct change appeared on the fire sprite's blurred face. It seemed to be mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

At their level, they naturally wouldn't underestimate each other. But as quasi-gods, the agents always harbor a sense of superiority; even among equals, they feel a nobler superiority.

The idea that they were chosen from countless planes to escape the world and see a wider world, while the others were just narrow-minded natives, took root in the hearts of all the agents.

Just like an ordinary person. Suddenly one day, they are chosen by some will, granted immense power, and given access to a wealth of secrets. They will develop a sense of superiority over the original inhabitants of the world, thinking that they are the chosen ones and what are you?

Even if there are exceptional individuals among the indigenous people, they are still seen as caged birds, and they themselves are far superior.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!" After a loud laugh, the scales on Shi Zui's body grew even denser. They were now in battle-ready mode, superior in every way. However, they would never underestimate their opponent—a grave mistake they would never commit.

"Since they've chosen their opponents, let's have a contest and see who finishes them off first." The fire sprite's flames thickened, emitting scorching white smoke like lava, and a strange smile appeared on its blurred face.

"Enough with the nonsense," a fleeting voice rang out, and countless bolts of lightning, glowing with purple light, instantly struck them. Every Skywing girl was a magic master; the strongest leader was responsible for holding off the enemy while the others provided support.

The attacks from the hundred-plus winged girls made them hesitant to engage them recklessly. Although they wouldn't suffer serious injuries, the energy expenditure was considerable.

After the lightning, the four Skywing girls each sought out their respective opponents.

The silver-haired girl wielded her greatsword, drawing streaks of white light. Each swing imbued her attacks with immense magical power, her hair flowing freely with each graceful movement, transforming the battle into an art form. For a time, she managed to suppress the fire spirit and another quasi-god.

It was the fire spirit's bad luck; it was originally a mage-type creature, more adept at ranged attacks. Being suddenly brought into close combat, it was already quite good that it could unleash half of its combat power.

Although the other two girls were one grade apart, they had strong support from behind, so they were evenly matched for the time being. In comparison, Jibril was at a greater disadvantage.

From his appearance, it was clear that Shi Zui was a strong fighter skilled in close combat. Ordinary attacks could not cause him any serious injury, and he did not have time to charge up his attacks. However, thanks to his spatial teleportation, he was not in great danger for the time being.

"Azriel, do you really not want to go up and fight?" Wu Feng, who could only watch from the sidelines, asked. The Skywing girl who had just been slightly injured had already returned to the battlefield, while only those who were seriously injured and unable to continue remained nearby. From the unwillingness in their eyes, one could tell just how much they longed to fight.

"Master, you're really asking the obvious!" After being asked so many times, Azriel gritted her teeth and replied, "I really, really want to fight..."

"Then let's go."

"...Knowing she couldn't go, she still asked, Master, that's so twisted of a taste..." Her little head drooped, even her wings seemed to hang limply; being able to watch but not fight was too agonizing for her...

"Well, I haven't been active in a while, so I'm thinking of getting some exercise. Do you want to come?" Wu Feng stood up, clenched his fists, and turned to Azriel with a smile.

"No!" Azriel's eyes showed emotion. She understood that Youfeng was doing this so that she could fight, but she still firmly refused. She was not confident that she could protect Youfeng in a battle of this level, and she could not let Youfeng be exposed to danger.

"Actually, if you're careful, you should be able to protect yourself."

"No," he refused without the slightest hesitation.

"..." Seeing Azriel's resolute expression, Wu Feng knew he had no hope of persuading her. It seemed he was still superior to her in combat skills...

"Besides, my sisters wouldn't want us involved..." After refusing, Azriel looked at the battlefield and became conflicted again. As members of the same race, she knew their thoughts better than anyone...

Whether they were in a superior or inferior position, all the Skywing girls had one look in their eyes: excitement!

Jibril is a character with a predominantly magic-based playstyle, but she is constantly engaged in close combat with her opponent, which is quite dangerous. She can only survive by relying on her combat experience, but the fighting spirit and bloodlust in her eyes are getting stronger and stronger, and there is no sign of her retreating.

"It's better to end the battle as soon as possible." Although interrupting someone else's battle is not appropriate, Wu Feng insisted on his approach for the safety of the girls. If they wanted to fight, there would be plenty of other battles in the future.

"Azriel doesn't know my abilities yet, does she?" Wu Feng turned around and asked Azriel with a smile.

"Ability Meow?" Azriel tilted her head in thought. She didn't really know much about Youfeng's strength. She could only judge from some of his battle records that he should have strength comparable to the Berserker level, and maybe even the level of an ordinary Skywing species, but he was definitely not capable of participating in this kind of battle.

"Remember to get here in time, or I might be in big trouble!" A crack instantly opened beneath Wu Feng's feet, and he stepped into it with a smile. (To be continued...)

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Chapter 330 Don't run! Yes, I'm talking to you!

As Wu Feng disappeared before her eyes, Azriel was stunned for less than a moment before she frantically looked in the direction of the battlefield. She knew that Youfeng had a similar ability to teleport, but she couldn't recall it for a while until now.

It's impossible to seal off Yufeng, who possesses the ability to create gaps; if she wants to join the battle, no one can stop her.

The moment Azriel looked at the battlefield, her gaze froze. Anger and bloodlust appeared on her pretty face at the same time. The halo above her small head glowed white, and with a flap of her wings, she moved swiftly on Abantheim.

On the battlefield, Wu Feng chose to attack from Jibril's location, which was the most dangerous place of all. By attacking the enemy's strength with his own weakness, he put himself in a predicament.

All he needed to do was bring Azriel inside; the rest was beyond his control. If he could injure her, all the better.

However, looking at Wu Feng's history, apart from using the [Netherworld Jade Tower] to kill people across major ranks, he has never crossed the major ranks. His strength is still in the lower level of the Madman realm. If he uses the [Netherworld Jade Tower], it will be instantly shattered by a quasi-god and will be of no use.

The gap between the major ranks is much greater than imagined, especially above the Mad rank, which already carries the word "God". This is a universal rank established by the world's will.

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A black crack opened behind Shi Zui, and Wu Feng stepped out from it, already holding a parasol in his hand. The blue patterns on his right hand were exposed, and he swung it at him in its strongest form.

Being constantly in a state of high alert during the battle, Shi Zui instantly noticed the anomaly in the space around him.

"!" Previously, thanks to Abantheim's protection, Wu Feng hadn't been exposed to the other party's senses. The sudden fluctuation truly startled Shi Zui.

But when he realized his opponent was weak, he relaxed slightly. His free hand bulged with muscle, and he unleashed a powerful punch towards the area behind him.

Before the fist even arrived, the wind was already howling. Even if this punch wasn't delivered with full force, it still had considerable power. As a special race that specializes in close combat, the Primordial Sin's strength far surpasses that of its peers. Even a quasi-god wouldn't dare to easily take the hit.

The parasol and the scaled iron fist collided in mid-air. A hint of surprise and pain appeared in Shi Zui's eyes, and the strength in his arm increased greatly. Instantly, Wu Feng fell towards Abantheim like a cannonball.

Shi Zui bent his arm, frowning as he looked at the spot where the weapon had collided with the other party. Scales were shattered, and dark blue blood flowed across half of his fist. In his opinion, it was unbelievable. The opponent's strength was only around the upper level of the Fierce Realm, but his body was so strong.

He then noticed the anomaly in the scene. Ever since he knocked the girl away, the atmosphere had become strange. A chilling aura, an environment that seemed to freeze.

Jibril, the silver-haired girl, and many other Skywing girls stopped attacking and focused their attention on Wu Feng, seemingly ignoring them. The acquaintances, not understanding what was going on, also became cautious.

Azri reacted quickly, and a bright halo appeared on her head. Her wings glowed white as she flew at top speed toward the direction where Wu Feng had fallen. In the short distance, the speed of spatial transfer was not as fast as her flight.

A white line streaked across the universe, and just before Wu Feng fell into Abantheim, Azriel arrived in time to catch him in mid-air. To reduce the impact on Wu Feng, she deliberately wrapped him in magic and they descended together into Abantheim.

Landing on Abantheim, Wu Feng wore a self-deprecating smile, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He had been too arrogant; he hadn't realized how much of a gap there was between him and a lower-level quasi-god.

That punch even caused fluctuations in his spiritual body. Ever since he was experimented on by Yonglin and trained by Hua Ma, he had never lost in terms of strength, except when he was undoubtedly suppressed when fighting Hua Ma.

As soon as he looked up, a pretty face appeared before him, a mixture of anxiety, panic, and regret, with her beautiful bicolor pupils showing signs of reddening.

"Does Master not trust us...?" Azriel wiped away the blood from Wu Feng's mouth with heartache and said softly, wanting to blame him but not knowing what to say.

"It's been a while since I've played, I'm getting a little itchy," Wu Feng chuckled and turned his head slightly away. Facing Azriel's expression, he really felt a bit overwhelmed.

"Is it not itchy now?" After examining his body, Azriel breathed a sigh of relief and said with a hint of annoyance, "Fortunately, Youfeng's body is very strong. The collision just now only caused him minor injuries, and he will recover after a period of rest."

If she were seriously injured, she really wouldn't know what to do.

"There's still a little..."

"I'll scratch it for you next time..."

"Master, please wait a moment within Abang-kun's protective range." Thinking of the reason that Youfeng was injured, Azriel's eyes flashed with a violent killing intent and bloodlust, which she then immediately concealed. She gently placed Youfeng on Abangteheim's dark blue magic cube.

"I'll be back as soon as I've avenged my master," Azriel smiled at Youfeng, then her halo lit up, and she flew into space.

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"How does it feel to be hugged by a beautiful girl, little master?" After Azriel left, Sha's voice rang out. Although it was slightly sarcastic, the concern in it was undeniable.

"...Not bad, I guess..." Azriel is of average height, but she's quite well-endowed... Even though she's of average height, she's still taller than me... Thinking about it, a strange sadness welled up inside me...

"..." Seeing her little master's expression, Sha didn't know what to say.

"I told you not to go, the gap between near-god-level and near-god-level is huge."

"Yes, I know now..."

"...They care about their master very much."

"Yes, they are all very good girls."