Why can't humans do it too?

With an almost self-sacrificing spirit, Jibril poured all the last of her remaining spirits into this attack, leaving no way out. It was all or nothing!

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and everything froze, except for the 'meteor' falling from the sky, the way Krira Tetinie hurriedly tried to cover her core, and Jibril's silent, maniacal laughter as she fell.

boom!!!

With a dull thud, the pure-colored water that Krilatitinina had been continuously gathering to protect its core froze in place, as if it had fallen asleep or lost consciousness due to the attack. From the outside, it showed no signs of being harmed, and its core was not destroyed. However, Jibril's increasingly loud laughter revealed that things were not developing in a direction favorable to the fantasy species.

Unlike Crilattini, who appeared to be in perfect condition, Jibril, who had delivered a powerful blow, was now in a completely miserable state.

Starting from her forearm, the entire front of her right arm completely disappeared. Only the white sprites could be seen emanating from the cut surface of the wound—no, they were turning into pure-colored water droplets. Even half of one of her wings had vanished.

Even with such severe injuries, Jibril continued to laugh—a genuine, uncontrollable laugh from the bottom of her heart. She knew she had won, won in every sense of the word. The sense of accomplishment and immense pleasure that followed her victory enveloped her, causing the pink-haired winged creature to squint her eyes slightly.

Even the lingering pain from the severed part of her arm couldn't diminish her joy. Today, she added another kill to her solo hunting record, even though she had used a lot of knowledge and techniques from the forest elves... But who cares! What she used is what she has! It's perfectly fair to say she hunted alone using her own strength!

So paying a small price is acceptable, right? Jibril raised her severed arm to examine it, then shook it forcefully, shaking off the water that had been converted from her arm. Just now, she had used this hand to hold the magic sphere that she and Shinko had created together to control the fantasy species, and smashed it into the core of Krilattini.

The price was that half of the arm that had penetrated deep into the core of the fantasy species was also swallowed up by His power.

【What's this?】

"Did it work?" Jibril turned around and looked at the creature with interest, noticing the panic in its voice for the first time.

No...it's impossible...this is impossible...

The words were completely incoherent, and the mind of the fantasy creature was perhaps already in chaos. It could clearly perceive what was happening in its core, the silent yet undeniable changes, and the will that was being constantly corrupted.

Chain-like spells spread throughout His core, touching and binding everything within their reach. Even His most primal power could not completely eradicate these spells, as if they were endless in number.

Gradually, it began to tremble. Jibril could see the pure-colored water around Krirattinee's core trembling. After a few breaths, it fell weakly into the sea, leaving only the core standing in place.

Chapter 213 The Death of the Fantasy Species

No, even the core trembled, as if new life was struggling inside, its smooth surface unevenly protruding outwards.

No...no!!

"Hey, you're not going to self-destruct, are you?" A bead of cold sweat trickled down Jibril's forehead as she suddenly realized something. "Didn't that weed take precautions against this?"

And where are they?

Jibril, who had used almost all of her elf powers, was now exhausted. According to the instructions from the weed before she set off, she would sense when the spell injected into the core began to take effect, and everything after that would be left to her—so where was she?

The streak of light shooting towards them from afar gave Jibril a sense of relief, but she immediately clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had already seen the two guys sitting in the man's most prized car.

Click.

The sound was like the shell cracking, there were very obvious gaps, and you could even see a mixture of green and white light through the gaps.

"Aaaaaah—Aaaaaaah!!" Jibril couldn't help but let out a mournful cry as she stiffly turned her head to look at the mutated core.

She was now almost powerless to resist. She had already achieved her combat objective and won the victory. Wouldn't it be too much of a loss to die at this moment, being dragged away by the enemy before he died?

Even if it was just symbolic, Jibril desperately flapped her remaining one and a half wings and flew into the distance.

She didn't want such a pointless death! Anyway, that weed said it was all up to her from now on, and if she couldn't do it, he could just laugh at her. In short—run now!

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"We really won!" With a wistful sigh, Suer floored the accelerator and flew toward Jibril's location.

Beside him, Xin Ke had her eyes closed, the soul stone on her forehead shining brightly, and several overlapping ring-shaped spells were undulating around her body.

Jibril's battle with the fantasy creature lasted for several days. During these days, Suer and Xinke were constantly on high alert at the edge of the battlefield. Until today, Xinke suddenly sensed something and urged Suer to hurry to the center of the battlefield. After getting into the car, she began to perform a remote spell in advance.

"It should be a Pyrrhic victory," Xin Ke calmly predicted.

“That’s a fantasy species, we’ll have to celebrate properly afterward,” Suer said with a smile, knowing that there wasn’t much good talk between the forest elves and winged creatures next to him.

The Great Leap Forward was incredibly fast; he had already spotted Jibril, and at the same time, Jibril had seen him too, and then—

"Hey!! Jibril?!"

Bang! !

Amidst Suer's exclamation, the pink-haired Skywing crashed directly into him, causing the Undying to tumble in the air. Although the Skywing had clearly restrained its power, Suer still felt like he could hardly breathe.

"Ah~~, I'm so tired, Suer~"

Before Sull could accuse the Winged One of premeditated murder and obstruction of piloting, Jibril stretched wearily, her obviously missing arm and wing silencing all of Sull's negative words.

"You're injured?!" He tried to touch her but found that both of his arms were pinned down by Jibril. The pink-haired winged creature was lying directly in Su'er's arms, with her other intact arm around his neck.

Xin Ke didn't speak or open her eyes. She was currently busy manipulating the spells she was injecting into the core of the fantasy seed. The closer she got to the location of the fantasy seed, the more she could do.

"Miss Monster, could you lie down in the back corner? If I remember correctly, we should be heading to the core right now?"

Well, Xin Ke still managed to squeeze out a word of encouragement amidst her busy schedule.

"Hmm~~, really~", Jibril hummed noncommittally, raising an eyebrow at Sull and saying, "How about it, Sull? I'm pretty good, aren't I? I defeated a fantasy species all by myself, you know?"

"Wow, that's amazing," Su Er nodded, offering a heartfelt compliment. "You've really worked hard."

"Has the monster finally lost the ability to understand language completely? Should we go back and regenerate it while it's still able to move?"

"Hehe~, something seems to be getting anxious~, but it's better not to rush over now. Before I got here, cracks had already started to appear on that core," Jibril yawned widely and patted Sull's shoulder hard, saying, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. You just need to rest..."

Jibril's voice grew softer and softer, and her body emitted a crystalline white light. The next moment, her body, which had been in a mature state, transformed back into the young girl that Suer knew so well, and even her clothes changed.

“…Ah, it’s shrunk,” Su’er said subconsciously, staring blankly at the scene.

Jibril had only just regained her full size when she reverted to the form that he and Xinke were more familiar with. The only thing that relieved Suer was that the missing arms and wings of the Skywing had regrown after the body shrank... or rather, reappeared, no longer missing.

Xin Ke suddenly opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, without even glancing at Jibril, who was curled up in Su Er's arms. This unusual behavior made Su Er nervous.

"what happened?"

"...He is dead."

Muttering to herself in surprise, Xin Ke kept her eyes glued to the sea where Jibril had just flown over.

Several blue-white beams of light shot out from there at an extremely fast speed toward the land. Before Su Er could even wonder what it was, he saw a silent light screen spread out, extending between the sea and the sky. The seawater it touched turned visibly white, and then disappeared at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind only an endless void.

There was no sound of explosions, not even the sound of waves crashing. The world seemed to have turned into a silent film in blue and white, with distortions in the far distance—the boundary between the sea and the sky was completely blurred. Suer seemed to see an invisible black hole there, attracting everything around it.

No, to be more accurate, it should be described as tearing.

A silent palpitation and deep sorrow suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. It was as if Su Er heard the mournful cry of something, an indescribable feeling, as if the ocean itself, the world itself, was crying. So much so that when he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that his eyes were full of tears.

Did you hear that?

"Sur asked in a hoarse voice."

Chapter 214 The Sea of ​​Spirits

"What did you hear?" Xin Ke was particularly sensitive to things that she couldn't hear but Su Er could. At this moment, she reached out and wiped away the tears streaming down Su Er's cheek as she asked.

“…crying,” Suer’s voice suddenly became extremely hoarse. He had not yet fully recovered from the immense grief and palpitations, and his mind was also affected by it. “You just said that He died, so is this anomaly that occurs when a fantasy creature dies?”

"As far as I know, no, at least I didn't hear any crying like you described." Without time to pay attention to Jibril, Xin Ke solemnly tapped the shell of the Great Disaster Survivor, and the next second their vehicle flew forward at top speed.

Unlike anything he had ever seen before, the silent light curtain was not an explosion, at least not one that Sull could comprehend, but even he, who knew nothing of the mysteries of magic, knew just how severe the damage it caused was.

The seawater wiped away by the light curtain was like a piece of butter being scooped out with a spoon, forever missing that part. The seawater that followed was like leaning against an invisible high wall, and no matter how high the waves were, they could not fill it. But the most dazzling thing was everything underfoot - it was the sea, but it could no longer be called a sea of ​​water, but an ocean of light.

It was as if blue flames were constantly erupting upwards, but Suer could not feel any temperature. The blue was as clear as the sky, and even he could see it clearly. The bottom of this ocean of light was pure white, and he could not see the scene at the bottom at all. He had no idea where the seawater at the bottom had gone.

"This is... an elf?" Xin Ke murmured in disbelief, her pupils contracting sharply. She had never seen such a sight before.

There were so many, it was as if a balloon had been popped, releasing the air that had filled it. The only difference was that what was gushing out was not air, but an unbelievably large number of sprites. With his special glasses on, Sull could see the sprites rushing out, but when he took them off, he could only see blue and white light.

Even humans, a race that should be unable to see elves, can see this light.

As he traced the scar on his shoulder, Suer inexplicably thought of the blood that flowed continuously from his wounds when he was injured. Could this elven fountain in front of him also be a wound of this planet, this world?

Of course, this was just his association.

However, the deep sorrow and palpitations that had been echoing in his heart continued to linger in Suer's mind, making it impossible for him to ignore the past.

"...Was this caused by that fantasy species?" Sul asked Xin Ke, turning his gaze away from the blue light gushing out from below.

After all that effort, even Jibril has regressed from her powerful form back to her childlike appearance. It's clear she'll need at least a few years to fully recover. We've paid such a high price, but that fantasy creature is dead... Did we waste our time?

So how can that seemingly dead deity be awakened?

Suer kept thinking to himself, searching for a way forward.

“It is Him,” Xin Ke replied softly, unaware of what Su Er was thinking. Her outstretched arms seemed to be calling out to something from the void. As she moved, the blue and white abyss below suddenly boiled, and the rising blue flames even grazed Su Er’s cheek, startling him into a cold sweat.

Without time to ask any further questions, Suer was completely captivated by the strange object that slowly rose from the blue and white abyss. Just by looking at it, one could feel its unspoken nobility. Blue flames flowed on its surface, but everyone knew that they were not flames.

What should have been a perfect sphere now has one side broken and hollow, with surging waves on its surface, freezing the movement of the water in that moment. It subconsciously evokes a sense of regret and anger—that such a perfect object could be damaged. However, after such thoughts subside, Suer suddenly realizes what this is.

The remains of that fantasy species, its most important core.

"So he really is dead?" Jibril, who had woken up at some point, suddenly leaned on the hood and sighed deeply. "He seemed to want to run away from beginning to end, but I never expected him to choose this path in his last moments... It's really amazing."

"Hey, weed?" Jibril suddenly chuckled, turning her head to look at Xin Ke with an evil grin. "I've completed my mission perfectly, you know~, but your super-powerful spell didn't manage to control this fantasy creature, did it? Pfft, hahaha~"

"Hey hey hey~, can you tell me? How exactly is the great Miss Weed feeling right now? Hello? Can I talk? Hey?" Jibril, who was so arrogant that she was almost upside down, poked Xin Ke's arm with a mischievous look.

"...It's just because the nature of Krilatetini's power is too special. My technique is flawless!" Shinko replied decisively, glaring fiercely at Jibril.

"Well, well, you're quite eloquent when it comes to lying. So what exactly does the great Miss Weed plan to do? Go find a new fantasy species? Let me make it clear, I can't do that in a short time," Jibril said with a shrug, feeling Sue secretly pinch her shoulder.

"Heh, why go find another fantasy species?" Xin Ke chuckled dismissively and said confidently, "Don't forget what our original purpose was. It was simply to awaken that god species that was feigning death."

"Look below us, isn't the solution right here?"

With her eyes gleaming with an almost bursting thirst for knowledge and curiosity, Xin Ke was so excited that she couldn't contain herself. This was undoubtedly the first time she had ever witnessed such a spectacle in her life, and it was even the only place on this planet where it existed.

"Can you sense these spirits?" Xin Ke asked, her voice filled with an unprecedented longing and yearning as she stared intently at the blue and white abyss below. "These pure white, spotless spirits... what comes to mind?"

Without speaking, Jibril gazed at the magnificent scene below, pondering and guessing, until after a long time she finally spoke, somewhat hesitantly, the answer that had surfaced in her mind.

"...The Elf...Corridor?"

Chapter 215 Bath Therapy

The so-called Elf Corridor is the source of power for all extraordinary beings on this planet. Apart from a few special top races, all races that can see elves need to connect to the Elf Corridor with their own neural connection circuits to obtain a large number of elves in order to cast magic.

If we trace back to the origin, all races, including the divine races, and all divine essences were born and created in the Elf Corridor. It is the origin of all things, the flow of all things, and the destination of all things.