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As Mo Yucheng's woman, Ling naturally has to fully support her sister.

Then everyone put on their gaming helmets and entered the gaming world.

The battlefield is in a void universe.

Xingbao and Kiana stood with their hands behind their backs, facing each other, their eyes meeting, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in their eyes.

"Hey! You daring witch of the end, today I, the Star Emperor, will chop you down on your horse!"

"Hmph! Arrogant wretch! I, the Great Emperor Zhongyan, will definitely smack your asshole today!"

"Fuck! You vicious witch! Are you trying to pick a fight with my pretty ass? You always want to spank me!"

"That's right! So... sneak attack! Watch me try to catch the moon!"

Kiana grasped the void, and the space collapsed instantly, forming a giant space hand larger than the earth, grabbing towards Xingbao.

Xingbao snorted coldly: "Humph! Wu Yifan took off his pants, you little chicken!"

"Look at my mighty Tianlong!"

Hey!

A giant void dragon appeared and instantly broke through the giant hand of space.

It's just that pair of fighting cock dragon eyes that make this originally majestic move more humorous.

"I always feel like these two people aren't competing at all, but just playing."

Ling leaned in Mo Yucheng's arms, crossed her arms, and pinched her chin with one hand.

Mo Yucheng said: "Get rid of the feeling, now they are really playing."

At present, neither of them is using their full strength, but is instead making tentative attacks.

Ying worriedly asked, "Are these two guys planning to fix the match?"

"That's not the case. They should start to take real action soon."

It was just as Mo Yucheng said.

After a few tentative attacks, Xingbao and Kiana both began to exert their strength.

Various gorgeous attacks bloomed in the void, lighting up the originally dark universe.

The aftermath of the battle tore apart the space within a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers in an instant.

"too strong!"

Jibril and Fratilena stared at the scene intently with their eyes wide open.

Is this the immortal cultivator?

This kind of devastating power can actually be mastered by a single individual!

The strength of the immortal cultivators once again refreshed their understanding of the strong!

Especially Frady Lena.

Although there are some special abilities in her world.

But in front of the powerful strength possessed by the immortal cultivators, those special abilities seem so insignificant.

Half an hour later, the competition ended.

As for the result, it was a draw as usual.

"Damn, another tie. It's really hard to make some extra money."

The women were furious. They were even more upset about the outcome of the battle than Xingbao and Kiana themselves.

Chapter 216: The Allegiance of the Flügel

[Jibril: Master Mo Yucheng, the agreed time has come. When are you free to come over?]

One morning, Mo Yucheng received a message from the group and withdrew from the practice.

After seeing the message from Jibril, Mo Yucheng remembered that he had promised her to attend the Sixteen Races Alliance Meeting.

【Mo Yucheng: I'll be right there.】

Then Mo Yucheng passed through the dimensional gate and came to the world of Game No Life.

"Master Mo Yucheng, welcome to the home of the Flügel, Avantheim!"

Jibril stood respectfully in front of him, welcoming his arrival.

Behind Jibril, there was a group of beautiful women with halos on their heads and wings on their backs, like angels.

The gazes of these Flügel women looking at him were all filled with admiration and worship.

Seeing this, Mo Yucheng was very surprised.

"I thought your sisters would show hatred when they saw me."

After all, he killed the creators of these Flügels.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the murderer of my father.

Jibril explained, "Although the War God Artosh is our master, we the Flügel are also the most powerful race. For those who can defeat the War God, we naturally have nothing but awe and admiration!"

"That's right, meow! Although we were saddened by the War God's sacrifice at first, meow, but being defeated by a strong opponent has always been the War God's long-cherished wish, and we should respect that, meow!"

A beautiful woman with long green hair and a pair of bull horns on her head walked out from the crowd of Skywing people.

"Master Mo Yucheng, let me introduce you. This is Azriel, the eldest sister of our Flügel race." Jibril introduced.

Mo Yucheng nodded.

He naturally knew Azriel.

The first and strongest individual of the Flügel race, even more powerful than Jibril, but also a fool.

And even her creator, Artosh, acknowledged her as a fool.

Because of this, despite being the eldest sister of the Skywing race, she has no authority among the Skywing race and is often even teased by her companions.

"Flügel, listen!"

At this moment, Azrael suddenly changed the subject and her expression instantly became serious.

"I offer my loyalty to our new master, Lord Mo Yucheng!"

After Azriel finished speaking, she knelt on one knee in front of Mo Yucheng.

"Welcome my Lord!"

The group of Flügel behind him also knelt on one knee.

"Welcome my lord!"

A deafening sound echoed throughout Avantheim.

Mo Yucheng was stunned and looked at Jibril in confusion, wanting to get an explanation from her.

But who would have thought that Jibril herself also had a confused expression on her face.

It seemed that she had no prior knowledge of the sudden situation before her.

Mo Yucheng asked Azriel, "What do you mean?"

Azrael explained, “The Lord God of War once made a will. Whoever defeats him will become the new master of our Flügel!”

Jibril, who was standing by, couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't I heard of this last will?"

"Well, this will was made by the Lord God of War when he created me, so I am the only one who knows it."

Mo Yucheng frowned slightly.

Did that God of War actually leave such a last will?

But why in the original work, when the God of War was killed by the Ex-Machina, did the Flügel not recognize the Ex-Machina as their master?

Is it because the Flügel look down on the Ex-Machina?

That's not true. No matter how much the Flügel look down on the Ex-Machinas, they will never go against the God of War's will.

Even if the Ex-Machinas didn't like them, they would definitely follow the Ex-Machinas with a shameless face in order to fulfill the God of War's last words.

So... there is only one answer, the so-called last words are probably fake!

Thinking of this, Mo Yucheng said, "Azriel, look up at me."

Azriel was silent for a moment, then looked up at Mo Yucheng.

Although she concealed it well, her slightly evasive eyes revealed her inner panic.

Sure enough.

Seeing this situation, Mo Yucheng had already determined the answer.

But then another question came to Mo Yucheng.

Why would Azriel make up this lie?

Just then, a Flügel girl flew in, interrupting Mo Yucheng's thoughts.

"Reporting to Master Mo Yucheng, representatives of the Elfs, Werebeasts, and Dwarfs have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yucheng addressed the group of Flügel girls, "Send some people to meet with the representatives of each tribe, while the rest of you continue to inspect Avantheim..."

"

"By the way, Jibril and Azrael stay."

"Yes!"

After a while, the Flügel left, and only Mo Yucheng, Jibril, and Azrael were left here.

"Now can you tell me why you made up the lie about your so-called last words?"

Seeing that her lie was exposed, Azriel actually breathed a sigh of relief.