You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"Why? If my memory serves me right, this is the first time I've met you, and I've never had any conflict with your people before. In other words, we are complete strangers, with no connection whatsoever. Why are you so brazenly demanding my head?"

"Oh my, that's an interesting way to put it."

Jibril found it unbelievable: "In this great war, does killing need some justification?"

"I usually need it."

Iori nodded. "I never act without a reason."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be such a kind gentleman. That's quite a surprise!"

Although we (the Skywing species) do not need to perform life activities like ordinary organisms.

But generally speaking, all living things need to ingest food and reproduce, right?

For us, killing, like reproduction, is the only activity that brings us pleasure.

What's wrong with a 'weapon' craving blood and heads?

Ordinary Skywings will never speak to their upcoming adversaries; they will simply activate annihilation spells without saying a word.

But Jibril was slightly different; even before she could determine Iori's specific race, she had already labeled him a "special individual." Talking to him actually helped Jibril determine his (his head's) specific value.

"I see. Thank you for explaining it to me, and thank you for... for giving me a reason."

Iori paused, and her aura suddenly changed.

"Otherwise, I'll become a beast just like you."

"..."

Her eyes narrowed slowly, and even Jibril could hardly maintain her feigned politeness.

It wasn't that she was angered, but rather that she sensed something fundamental in Iori's words—

Contempt.

The other party did not regard her, or even the entire Skywing race, as an equal enemy.

Whoosh!

Magic wove the scythe of the angel of death, and Jibril's cross-shaped eyes reflected her target.

No more dialogue needed, just use this to cut off his head!

A spatial teleportation technique was activated, instantly bringing him above the target and unleashing a scythe capable of cleaving mountains—

call!

The mere extension of the "blade" caused long trenches to split between the atmosphere and the ground, yet this strike failed to hit any solid object!

"Varied--"

Jibril lost sight of her target, her eyes widening in shock. Before she could even search for it, a force surged from the side of her head—

Bang!

Iori pressed down on the purple-haired girl's head, slamming it into the ground with force from his palm. The girl's body, propelled by the inertia of high-speed movement, plowed out a trench hundreds of meters deep!

"Your head is quite nice, but unfortunately I don't have a penchant for collecting such things."

hum!

Standing on the ground, looking down at the Skywing girl in the deep ravine, Iori stretched out her finger, and the darkness that seemed capable of swallowing all light was compressed into a small sphere—

"Hado Zero Style Open!"

He looked up and saw a growing shadow in his eyes.

--boom! ! !

A jet-black pillar of energy shot into the sky and disappeared into the thick clouds!

The aftershocks of the battle echoed in the air, the dark energy pillars gradually dissipated, and a huge gap was torn open in the clouds in the sky.

Iori stood still, her gaze calmly fixed on the front. As if in a deep abyss, Jibril slowly stood up. Although her body had been slammed into the ground by the powerful impact, the strong defense of the Skywing race and the hastily set up defensive spells prevented her from suffering fatal injuries.

"What astonishing power..."

Jibril wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

She wasn't angry about her earlier defeat; instead, she became very interested in the enemy before her. At the same time, she was a little puzzled—the moment Iori made her move, she had a premonition that she was doomed, but it didn't seem that serious in reality.

Iori's "magic" was powerful, but not nearly as terrifying as she had imagined... It was astonishing, like a fluffy golden retriever turning into a greyhound when it entered the water.

"You didn't hold back, did you?"

Iori shook her head and smiled without saying a word, while Jibril frowned.

"What race are you?"

She asked again, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Iori smiled slightly and calmly replied, "I have already told you, I am human."

"impossible!"

Jibril shook her head. "Humans couldn't possibly possess such power. You must be some rare, superior race, or some unknown being."

Iori didn't explain further, but simply said, "Believe it or not. However, if you still want to continue fighting, I'll fight you to the end."

Jibril smiled and said, "Just what I wanted. It's been a long time since I've encountered such an interesting opponent."

Before she finished speaking, her figure vanished from her spot again, instantly reappearing behind Iori. Maintaining a distance of over a thousand meters, she conjured a dazzling magical light in her hand, striking directly at Iori's back.

However, Iori seemed to have anticipated her move, and with a slight shift of her body, she easily dodged the attack.

"Spatial teleportation? But your reaction speed isn't fast enough."

Iori said softly, then swung her hand back—

The jet-black beam of light pierced through the atmosphere, shattering all thirteen layers of Jibril's defensive spells and deflection field!

"Well!"

A bloody hole appeared in her shoulder, and Jibril quickly retreated, flashing into the air in a few leaps, but an excited smile still lingered on her face: "What a delightful battle!"

Iori did not respond, but simply stood there quietly, waiting for her next attack.

Because he is far from his original body and is not a proper external body, he can only use divine artifacts and his own limited magic power. It would be best to finish the battle quickly.

He wasn't afraid that Jibril would escape: the Skywing race has an extremely strong fighting spirit, and the stronger the opponent, the more it can ignite their fighting will.

As expected, Jibril launched another attack. Her figure flashed rapidly through the air, each appearance accompanied by a deadly spell, either a beam of light as thick as a laser cannon or a halo capable of shattering an entire mountain.

However, Iori remained calm and composed, easily dodging each of her attacks.

"Is all you can do to hide?"

"I'm getting a little impatient," Jibril said.

Iori smiled slightly: "If this is all you've got, then this battle will be over soon."

A flash of anger crossed Jibril's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by excitement: "Then let me see your true strength!"

She uttered an ancient incantation... no, it should be called a command code. Because she herself was a precisely designed weapon, she was now invoking a powerful technique originally recorded within her body.

Instantly, the surrounding magic began to fluctuate violently, and a powerful sense of oppression filled the air. Her body was enveloped in a dazzling light, as if she had transformed into a true battle angel.

"Now we're at full power, nice to meet you!"

"Sorry, I don't see any difference."

Iori scratched his head.

"False scriptures, Void Protection!"

Jibril shouted, and a huge beam of light descended from the sky, striking Iori's location.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the ground was torn apart, the air was scorched, and even space itself seemed to be distorted by this attack!

However, when the beam of light dissipated, Iori remained standing unharmed.

"How can this be?!"

Jibril stared wide-eyed at the sight before her in disbelief.

"Your attacks are indeed very strong, but they are meaningless if they miss."

"..."

He dodged it? Just for a split second?

Even if it's spatial teleportation... I didn't notice it at all, which means the other party's technique is more advanced than mine?

Jibril fell silent, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. As a Skywing, she had never encountered such a powerful opponent, and even against other superior races, she had never felt so powerless.

Of course, she didn't know that Iori's clone was only weaker in energy than the original body, but its level and skills were still there. If it were to face off against the real body in a continuous rapid attack, that would be one thing, but such a large-scale area attack was simply an insult to Iori's reaction speed and reaction speed.

"Who are you?"

She asked again, her tone tinged with awe.

Iori smiled slightly: "I'm just a human who's been trained a little."

Jibril remained silent; she knew that the enemy before her was beyond her comprehension.

"So--"

Jibril suddenly opened her eyes, her amber pupils shining with an elven light.

Give up? How could I possibly do that!

When you encounter such a formidable opponent, of course you have to cut off his head!

Her wings were so excited they had fully grown out!

hum!

The rich essence of the spirit was continuously extracted, and even vein-like patterns appeared on the surface of the girl's skin.

He unleashed a devastating blow, channeling all his spiritual energy and using every ounce of his power.

For the Skywing race, who can manipulate space and spirits by instinct, most attacks don't need names. But even the proud Skywing race has something akin to a special move.

With her hands drawing enormous and incredibly complex halos, the girl's eyes were fixed solely on Iori.

It forcibly extracts spirits from the atmosphere, the earth, and even the planet itself, compressing them through countless layers, swallowing everything like a greedy beast.

A shimmering aurora was born between the hands of the Skywing girl, and the enormous spirit was forged into a shapeless yet undeniably real spear.

That was a spell woven by the God of War, Artesius, a trump card that gathered all the power in the body to form a single strike, which would render the Skywing race powerless with just one use.

Its name is——

"Sky Strike!"

As the girl uttered those two words, her entire body instantly transformed into a simulated nervous system connecting to the Elf Corridor, drawing power directly from its source.

This is a power capable of killing even fragments of the Fantasy Species in a single blow, just like this condensed Aurora Sword, capable of piercing through all obstacles.

"Om-!"

The blast created a terrifying hole in the earth and sky, and within the affected area, all matter disintegrated in an instant, even destroying space itself.

That scene was like the sharp sword of a god.

"...No deviation, it hit the target without a doubt, so..."

Overusing her power, and due to insufficient spirit within her, Jibril was unable to maintain her girlish form, and her body transformed into that of a young child.

But she didn't care about the change in appearance; she just stared intently at the spot where the enemy had originally stood.

Nothing exists there anymore—

"I'll give you a compliment for actually managing to destroy my avatar."

However, the life form that was hit head-on by this terrifying blow has not yet disappeared.

Deep within the Earth's crust, in the dark center of a vast, hollow cavity, calm words drifted out.

Jibril's eyes widened as she stared at Iori, who was floating in the deep pit... Not alone, no! It was one person!

It's the same person, but they are different individuals!

That one before was actually something like a manifestation of magic!

"Is it just a spell that compels me to give my all?"