Abant Heim is a land-like air fortress floating at an altitude of 20,000 meters. It is the fantasy species created by the God of War Artesh, and it is also the current resident city of the Flügel.
"Raphael, where is Jibril? Why don't you see her?"
Azriel, who had just come back from annihilating an army of monsters that invaded the earth under the airspace, found that Jibril did not seem to be in Heim, so she looked towards the crystal seat who seemed to be doing nothing. the Flügel girl asked.
"Ask Jibril, she said that she heard some interesting rumors recently, and she just happened to be a little bored, so she left seemingly to find a guy on the earth below who falsely claims to be the strongest person under God. , saying that I want to bring that guy’s head back, so that everyone can see how stupid the guy who said such arrogant words looks like.”
"When did you go?"
"Ten days ago."
Raphael said with some uncertainty that for the Flügel whose lifespan is almost infinite, the concept of time is really vague and there is no need to remember it.
"It's been so long and Jibril hasn't come back yet. Could it be that something happened?"
Azriel frowned, a little worried.
"Senior, you are still as worried as ever, especially for Jibril, the youngest among us. However, she just goes out for a walk and hunts. Even if the target she wants to hunt is really powerful, Jibril is not an idiot. She will naturally know how to retreat strategically when encountering someone she cannot defeat."
Raphael shrugged.
"Don't forget, Jibril is a unique individual among us. She has mastered the unique space transfer technique of the dragon elf species that none of us know. Except for a few races in this world with powerful space-blocking technology, other races This guy can't stop her retreat at all. What are you worried about, senior? Are you still worried that she won't succeed in retreating and will be caught by the enemy and cry? Haha..."
"Okay, Raphael, shut up your crow's mouth, which is always good and bad. When I went down, I also checked the deployment trends of other races. Among them, the goblins and forest elves It seems that they are gradually retreating from the areas where they are fighting each other to their own rear. However, other races, except for the machine-type species, the giant species, and the demon species, also have the same behavior of shrinking their combat power, but many of them wandering in the wild. The place where the demon seed was put into us.”
"Isn't this great? When we are bored, the sisters can quickly find a target to behead in their own territory!?"
Raphael looked at the Flügel's eldest sister with some confusion, not understanding what she was worried about.
"I'm a little worried about the situation where those races have stopped. In fact, they are communicating with each other in private and preparing to join forces to deal with us who are caught in the middle."
"Ha, senior, you don't think that those bastards, even if they really join forces, can defeat us Flügel and Lord Artosh, the God of War, right?"
The disdainful expression was clearly visible on Raphael's face.
And this is true.
Among the gods, the creator of their Flügel, the God of War [Artesh], is the strongest.
If it weren't for Lord Artesh, he planned to wait for someone who could challenge him to appear in front of him in this world.
If their own species chooses to actively participate in the war, then the Flügel will soon be able to wipe out all enemies except for a few powerful races from the world, ending the so-called petty battles today.
"No, we Flügel have only one goal, and that is to hunt other gods."
Azriel shook her head.
The purpose of creating Flügel is to kill other gods. There is no doubt about this!
"It's just that the forest god Kainas and the forging god Oken, and the dependent races they created, the forest elves and goblins, all seem to have developed some strange elven power technologies.
Although I have not seen it with my own eyes, Abant Heim has captured some strange and somewhat powerful elven power fluctuations emitted from the places where these two parties were stationed..."
Azrael paused for a moment, then continued: "The elf power technology that predicts the fluctuations, the energy burst out of it may have surpassed the most powerful move that we Flügels have, given by the God of War Artesh-- Sky strike!”
"How can this be?"
Raphael couldn't believe that the power of the Sky Strike came from the God of War. Each Flügel was made by the God of War with his own wings. Although the Sky Strike they sent out only had a small amount of the power of the God of War, there was something inside This part of the power is also the key to widening the qualitative gap with other races.
Now I heard from the eldest sister that other races seem to have developed elf power technology that surpasses their Flügel Sky Strike. This is undoubtedly equivalent to hearing that mortals have used their own power to touch the realm of God. This makes the Flügel as a How could Raphael believe and accept this?
"This is something that has been confirmed, and I have already reported it to Lord Artesh.
Lord Artesh responded to me.
Other races have the potential for development.
Only we, the Flügels, are individuals who reach their peak at birth.
And this peak is a height that cannot be surpassed by individuals of other races throughout their lives!
However, this height is not insurmountable.
However, it takes hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years to accumulate..."
[Now, it has finally appeared. In the war, the race that has continuously learned from its own failures and grown has finally touched the power of the gods...]
And this is not at all what Arthu expected, or rather, this is what the creator of the Flügel is looking forward to, the emergence of a challenger who can challenge himself in this world...
"Growth and peak..."
Azriel turned her head and realized that Raphael's focus was actually on this.
"Don't think about it, we are all complete Flügel individuals, our strength has been fixed, and the only one who can continue to grow is Jibril.
Xiaoji is a defective individual accidentally created by Lord Artesh. Although she is not perfect and is weaker than any of our sisters after birth, she still has the potential to continue to grow. "
"Yes, Xiaoji is a good hard-working child who always challenges various individuals who are stronger than herself. I have no doubt that one day in the future, she will completely surpass me and sister Azrael."
A Flügel girl flew over, lay down on the crystal stone and said.
"Originally, I wanted to find her here and give her a good education, so that she can represent the future of our Flügel."
Azrael said.
"Educate Xiaoji, I want to join."
And her words caused a fuss among the Flügel sisters who came over after hearing the noise.
One by one, they all expressed that they wanted to educate this youngest sister as a senior and elder sister of the Flügel.
"However, now that she is not here, we can only wait for her to come back."
A Flügel sister said.
"I don't know what she is doing. She hasn't come back for ten days."
Raphael was a little depressed, she also wanted to act like her elder sister.
. . . .
"Ah, it's so cold, I can't feel my legs anymore..."
The young Jibril was wearing a pair of coarse linen clothes, holding her arms and staggering on the black and gray snow. While sniffling her nose, snot flowed out, and she cried in pain. .
"Feel the pain of the weak, experience the suffering of the weak, and understand the helplessness of the weak. Only in this way can you put yourself in the shoes of the weak in this world and think about why the world has become what it is today, and why it has become what it is today. Are the things that are happening now for the right and just things..."
Wu Ke's nagging voice has rang in Jibril's ears countless times. It was buzzing, like flies flying around. While it was disturbing her mentality, it also made Jibril deeply feel that This is the feeling of collapse when a weak person is suffering, but finds that he has no choice but to do anything about it.
"I've had enough, I won't leave..."
The small Jibril collapsed directly on the ground. The elf corridors on her wings were blocked from contact with the outside world. There was no constant replenishment of elf power to fill her body, even in terms of physical strength. , she is still stronger than ordinary humans and even some lower-level demon species, but she cannot bear to keep walking on foot without rest.
Wu Ke narrowed his eyes, calmly took out his palm from his pocket, walked to Jibril's side and asked: "Is the swelling in your butt subsided? It no longer hurts when you sit down, and it can even make you feel Feeling comfortable?"
Hearing this, Jibril quickly covered her butt with her small hands, hiding her butt behind her where the boy couldn't see her, and shook her head neatly: "No, it's not swollen yet, and it still hurts when you sit down. "
"I don't believe it unless you let me see it."
Wu Ke didn't believe this guy's words at all. Did he really think that his clairvoyance eyes were just for show? He thought that wearing clothes and covering his buttocks to prevent him from seeing it would really prevent him from noticing the swelling behind him. Is it the fact that the swelling has already subsided?
"Don't spank my butt. It's innocent. The fault is my leg. It's weak and can't be lifted. If you want to spank me, just spank my leg."
Jibril burst into tears. When the guy in front of her spanked her, he was not merciful at all. He only stopped when her butt was swollen and turned purple.
Jibril thought she could bear the pain of giving her a quick blow, but the swelling and pain caused by a soft knife. After being beaten and swollen several times for disobedience, Jibril now feels that she can bear the pain. But he was very scared.
Especially Jibril's buttocks, which are in the shape of a heart, have a lot of soft flesh. After the soft flesh is hardened and swollen, it makes you feel sore when you walk. This is something Jibril can't bear. of pain.
Therefore, rather than letting her butt continue to be injured, she would rather let her legs suffer. Even if they were twisted by the other party, it would be better than having her butt spanked.
Wu Ke looked at her carefully for a while, then stretched out his palm.
Facing the approach of the devil's hand, Jibril's body trembled visibly.
She closed her eyes, but the pain she imagined she felt from being forcibly suppressed and having her butt pulled over and hit did not come to her.
On the contrary, a feeling of comfort came from her legs.
When she opened her eyes, Jibril saw that her legs, which were numb from walking, were now being grabbed by that terrifying guy.
The other person's other hand was moving on the soft flesh under his calf, pinching, pinching, pressing, and kneading...
It was like a professional technician's massage technique, which was skillfully displayed by Wu Ke. After perspective observation, Wu Ke found that Jibril was really not lying. The blood was concentrated on her calf, and the blood in that place was The meat was already hard, almost like what ordinary people would experience after cramps, and it was obvious that the other party continued to move forward under such circumstances...
Thinking about it, if she continues to be forced by herself to go on, maybe, even if she is a being of a high-ranking race, her leg muscles will be irreversibly damaged because of the elf power being blocked by her, and she can make the other party suffer. But if it were replaced, it might be mutilated or even fatal, but not to that extent.
"Come on, memorize to me the essential summary of peace that I have taught you these days, as well as the Three-Character Sutra that describes the thoughts of friendship and kindness..."
Wu Ke grabbed the girl's stiff legs and massaged the hard flesh while giving her instructions.
"You're not going to spank me anymore?"
Jibril asked in surprise.
"Have you finally gotten into this hobby?"
Wu Ke asked back.
"No, no, no..."
Jibril quickly denied the three consecutive accusations.
"That's good. If you really awaken the ability to get pleasure from pain, this is really not easy to handle. However, please don't worry..."
Wu Ke stopped the massaging action on his hands, patted Jibril's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Although it is late, it is late. If you have memorized the wrong summary of the essence of peace, or cannot recite the Three Character Sutra, then you will You have to be prepared to have your butt suffer for your brain!”
Jibril: "..."
Wu Ke, who was harsh to her, suddenly gently rubbed her legs with his hands, which caused Jibril to have some symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome. She felt some warmth from the bottom of her heart. The guy who suffered himself develops positive emotions.
However, this kind of warmth was replaced by a dull pain in the hip after the other party calmly said the word "back it".
[This is a bastard, and I am a big fool for suddenly feeling grateful to him...]
“Peace, prosperity, equality, unity…
At the beginning of life, nature is good..."
When she was physically threatened, Jibril used a soft voice and began to recite the requested things.
However, when she was halfway through reciting the Three-Character Sutra that had been modified by demons, she got stuck and faltered, but she couldn't recite it anymore...
Wu Ke smiled and touched Xiaoji's head, which was breaking out in a cold sweat. It was like a teacher seeing that he was actually a very good student, but his eyes were filled with relief. He lightly gave the other person a hint about what he had forgotten. As expected, he just added a sentence, and the following Jibril memorized all the things smoothly.
Wu Ke nodded. She was much smarter than that little idiot princess from the elf species. She was a very teachable talent. As long as she got closer to him more and had more contact with his thoughts of peace and friendship, he might not be unable to understand the true meaning of peace and become a New members of the Order of Peace!
