Why can't humans do it too?

The declaration she made to the supreme god she served, standing tall and proud, still lingered in her mind, and the power of that declaration seemed to be constantly urging her on.

It is both a challenge and a provocation.

As an incomplete individual among the Skywing race, she has already refuted common sense with her actions, proving to her sisters that the common sense that the Skywing race cannot defeat the superior race alone is wrong.

But this is not enough.

She still couldn't bring a truly satisfied smile to the god she served.

The master yearns to surpass him and bring him defeat, while the servant is unable to satisfy this yearning... How hateful this is.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, but Jibril didn't show it on the surface—because she knew that if her thoughts were known to her senior, 'Annoying Jibril,' she would probably be watched like a hawk.

Even though it wasn't the first time she'd been injured, Azriel's reaction had never changed... Oh right, Azriel is 'Annoying Riel's' real name.

She sighed again at the clinginess of her senior, but only Jibril knew that deep down she didn't actually dislike the feeling.

But now, finally, there was a chance to breathe some fresh air, and a smile appeared on Jibril's lips—she had already asked her sister Raphael for help.

Chapter 138 Jibril II

Although what he told his sister Raphael was still a lie.

It wasn't that Jibril wanted to spend the day in peace and quiet, so she asked Raphiel to hold Azriel back. Instead, she planned to take this opportunity to sneak out and relieve some boredom—the waiting time for the repairs had made it hard for Jibril to breathe.

She prefers a feeling of anxiety.

As beings composed entirely of elves, even though they haven't fully recovered their power yet, the Skywing race is a race adept at manipulating space, so safety isn't a major concern.

With a light flap of her tiny wings extending from her waist, Jibril disappeared into the blocky city.

Even the weakest dragon spirit species can store as much spirit energy in a single scale as a winged species can use at its maximum capacity, and the number of dragon spirit species' scales is in the hundreds of millions... From this perspective, Jibril's defeat and killing of Rissinger (Completely Distant Light), who can be considered a strong dragon spirit, can be said to have achieved a feat that surpasses mythology, as if a mortal were slaying a dragon.

Even so, she heard many compliments from her sisters who came to visit, but Jibril was a little disappointed—she suddenly missed the time when she challenged the dragon.

Those were the times when I racked my brains and worked hard to improve myself, filled with anticipation, fantasy, and tension.

Isn't the wait for recovery a bit too tedious?

Driven by an inner restlessness, Jibril soared across the blood-red sky like a falcon, searching for some rare or interesting enough heads to be new collectibles.

There's no way around it; we can't let traditional craftsmanship be lost.

Although Jibril defies the Creator, speaks rudely to her older sisters, and attacks anything she dislikes, she is indeed a good girl who follows tradition—or rather, a good Skywing.

It must be said that they are a race created when the power of the God of War was at its peak. Apart from a few superior races, the Skywing race has a dominant position on the entire continent. Even though Jibril is not at her strongest at this time, she still has a hard time finding an opponent.

Like a lord surveying her territory, she flew directly in the cloudless sky, her sharp eyes looking down at the earth.

Then I saw a group of arrogant goblins.

There's only one lonely spaceship, what are these dwarfs so arrogant about?!

Jibril recognized that long rift; it was the place where her creator, the war god Artesius, and the final dragon Hatirem fought their strongest battle before she was even created. It's hard to say whether her unwavering attitude in ignoring her sisters' advice and continuing to challenge that dragon spirit was influenced by stories she had heard before, or whether it was an imitation of her worshipped creator.

Ah, it collapsed.

In just a moment of hesitation, the beam of light emanating from the dwarves' spaceship had already swept across the strait, and the traces left by the God of War's past achievements were destroyed in less than a second.

"...These trash who hide underground and don't even dare to show their faces—die!"

Without even needing to think, Jibril instinctively attacked in anger. To prevent the moles from causing further damage, she didn't even have the heart to leap over and show off, letting those scumbags know just how great their sins were.

Instinctively, she gathered the elves as if she were swinging her fist, but the final scene was far below her expectations—instead of directly blasting the spaceship and the goblins on it into dust, a beam of light that looked incredibly weak pierced through the spaceship.

The beam of light that fell from the sky couldn't completely envelop the spaceship, but it did cause damage that prevented it from continuing to fly. Jibril could also see tiny ground squirrels screaming as they jumped out of the spaceship, exploding and eventually crashing onto the ground, igniting a raging fire.

How embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing.

Even though she had already chosen to act, she couldn't provide the enemy with the most comforting and efficient slumber, and a blush crept onto Jibril's small face—she was angry with herself.

This is a disgrace!

That being said, Jibril isn't exactly stubborn...maybe.

Feeling the waves of weakness emanating from her body, Jibril regretted the move she had subconsciously chosen. Although it was a miniature version of Sky Strike, the proportion of spirits she used when executing it was not much different from when she was at full power. Simply put, she had completely drained her strength.

'Now I'm going to get nagged by Azriel-senpai again, and the recovery time will take even longer... Should I go back now?' As she regretted it, Jibril suddenly recalled the embarrassing situation of being unable to move while being held in that guy's arms, and then she gritted her teeth inwardly.

I finally managed to sneak out to relieve my boredom, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to rush back like this? Besides, it's probably impossible to sneak out again.

Having made a decisive decision, Jibril conserved her energy and, instead of using spatial teleportation, glided directly downwards.

As for the goblin spaceship that he shot down?

Hmm... such trivial matters don't deserve to be mentioned.

She had already forgotten about it.

Jibril remembers this city—or rather, this ruin.

After all, those audacious forest bastards dared to set their sights on manipulating the Skywings. Even among the Skywings' experience, such foolish and reverent beasts are quite daring... Let's just give them death as a gift, and hopefully they'll have a little self-awareness in their dreams.

Perhaps what deserves more remembrance here is the Fantasy Species that was destroyed. It's a bit of a pity that it possessed such great power, but it was turned into a flawed life form by the magic of the Forest Elf and Fairy Species. Instead, it was completely destroyed there by Jibril and thirty Skywing Species that destroyed its core.

Perhaps out of a sense of punishment for the weeds and a dissatisfaction with the humiliating disappearance of such a powerful being, Jibril thoroughly cleaned all the forest elves associated with that foolish spell, as well as all related facilities, without reservation. She even personally led the team to erase all traces of life. Out of bored curiosity, Jibril also took quite a few books with her.

Although she couldn't understand the forest spirit language and wasn't interested in plant-related writing... Jibril would rather go to sleep than talk to flowers and plants.

Chapter 139 Jibril III

That was indeed the case at the beginning.

However, during the time she waited for her body to recover after failing to challenge the dragon spirits multiple times, Jibril also learned the language of the forest elves in her spare time. It can only be said that boredom is indeed a very strong driving force.

It must be said that even though it was just reading to pass the time while repairing her body, Jibril actually found some really interesting things in those books.

First and foremost, I must mention a notebook whose cover proclaims in bold, "I'm a genius!!"

It was undoubtedly a notebook recorded by the forest elf who developed that audacious and foolish spell. It was filled with the random thoughts of that weed and long passages of shameless self-praise.

It was so stupid, so incredibly stupid. From the words on the cover to the content, it was filled with signs of idiocy. Yet, because it was so idiotic, Jibril was drawn in and kept reading—and then she was dealt a major blow.

Setting aside those idiotic boasts, most of the records in this notebook are about the research and theoretical concepts of manipulating pure elves to form life forms. Jibril was shocked to find that she recognized every word in these records individually, but she couldn't understand them when they were put together into complete sentences.

For a few days, she even wondered if she had misunderstood the language of the weeds, but fortunately, she ruled out that possibility in the end.

Gradually, Jibril realized a fact—she wasn't unable to read, but simply unable to comprehend it... To be honest, this conclusion hurt the Skywing even more!

The thought that her mind was worse than grass made her feel depressed, to the point that Azriel started yelling more often during that period.

This feeling of being even less than a weed almost drove Jibril to suicide. Perhaps it was because she had read too many boastful words in that notebook, but after she gradually accepted a certain premise, she pulled back from the brink—she reluctantly admitted that geniuses also exist in the plant world, which is full of weeds.

Bang!

Oh no, just thinking about that feeling makes me involuntarily angry.

When Jibril came to her senses, she saw the wooden door that she had accidentally slapped open bounce back quickly after hitting the wall, as if it were retaliating.

With a quick backward lean, she dodged the door's protest. This was the very edge where she had once bombarded it. Glancing briefly at the deep crater, Jibril abandoned her tedious idea of ​​going inside the treehouse in front of her and instead flew deeper into the city.

Just in case, she should set up some traps... Hmm, she'll use the techniques recorded in those books.

If it were that idiot Azriel, she probably would never use spells from other races, right? Rather, none of the Skywing races except herself would do such a thing.

Jibril was fully aware of these facts, but showed no remorse whatsoever—wasn't it precisely because of these differences that she had created a miracle?

Whether it's external objects or anything else, even if it's not the power of the Skywing race itself, as long as it can lead to victory and defeat of a powerful enemy, she is willing to use it.

The thought of that enormous head made Jibril even happier.

With this pleasant mood and curiosity, Jibril stayed in the ruins for more than ten days. When she destroyed those research facilities, she only took some manuscripts with her. Now she found more books in this abandoned city. Although most of them were stuck together or damaged beyond recognition due to improper maintenance and excessive moisture, there were still parts that could be read.

Thanks to the journal of that weed, Jibril found herself developing a greater interest in reading in addition to her daily hunting and fighting, even if it was just to broaden her horizons while repairing her body.

Maintaining this adventurous and joyful mood, Jibril discovers one afternoon that a strange pair has arrived in her city.

It's truly a very unusual combination!

It was so strange that she could hardly believe her eyes!

Come and see what this is!

How could a weed with long ears have been carried here by a wild beast whose name you don't know?!

Jibril initially thought the injured forest elf had used magic to control a passing beast and carry her, but she immediately dismissed this idea. She was 100% certain that there was no magical connection between the two, and judging from their injuries and filthy clothes, they had likely endured considerable hardship to reach their destination.

What's happening here?

But compared to these initial sights, what happened next almost shocked Jibril to death.

She hid behind a tall tree branch, using the leaves to watch as the forest spirit, a weed, struggled to drag itself along its immobile leg after the beast fell, slowly moving itself and the beast to the remaining, still-functioning facilities in the city. It didn't even care that its leg, which was being dragged along, was cut by sharp stones and bled all the way, as if it had no feeling of pain.

Not missing a single detail, Jibril keenly noticed that the weed was consciously lifting the beast's heavy body upwards, trying its best to reduce the impact with the ground and further damage.

Her wings trembled with excitement, and her breathing became heavier. Jibril realized what she had encountered—these were no longer just ordinary, uninteresting heads with a rarity of 2, but something far more precious! A far more rare head!

Rubbing her flushed cheeks, Jibril concealed the aura she couldn't quite control due to her excitement. But to be honest, she didn't think it was necessary to be so careful. The elves on the weed were obviously gathered abnormally at its ankle, and there she saw a goblin-style creation.

It's weeds that can't be used by fairies...

Not knowing what she was regretting, Jibril smacked her lips and continued to observe.

She was quite interested in it, as if she were reading a story in a book up close, and Jibril had no intention of recklessly jumping out to cause any trouble until this interest was satisfied.

Chapter 140 Jibril (End)

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Wow~~~ Oh~~~

With her two small arms clasped together, Jibril couldn't help but lean back slightly behind the tree, even though she tried very hard to keep her expression normal, but it was all in vain.

Instead of prioritizing her own injuries, Jibril watched as the weed, dragging its clumsy body and enduring the pain, threw all the herbs it had found into the pool. She then watched it struggle to remove the filthy clothes from the beast's body.

What a disgusting piece of trash! Jibril noticed that the unconscious beast was covered in wounds of all sizes. The blood that had flowed out had congealed and formed scabs that were mixed with dirt and dust and stuck firmly to the beast's clothes, making it look extremely ugly.

However, the weed didn't seem to mind. In fact, Jibril saw nothing on that face except for the gritted teeth as she endured the pain. The harsh cold outside the ruins had effectively numbed her senses. At least when the weed tore those disgusting clothes off the beast's wounds, the unconscious beast only subconsciously frowned.

Even so, the weed subconsciously softened its movements—tsk tsk tsk.

Jibril wanted to record what she saw in her diary, but after casually touching it, she realized that her diary was hidden in the deepest part of her room... To be honest, after reading so many miscellaneous books, she had also developed a little bit of an idea to create her own story.