"So, for the sake of the planet under your feet, or for the sake of the environment you live in, please don't use the so-called trump cards indiscriminately..."
There are no ordinary people here. Wu Ke plays the role of a peerless master with a calm demeanor, but it is a bit difficult to act.
With the perception that surpasses these guys with extraordinary abilities, they can make instantaneous movements and emergency stops at extremely fast speeds without making any big noise. This is simply as difficult as asking a strong man to use tofu silk thread to embroider a needle.
Fortunately, everything that needed to be said was quickly said.
Seeing the shocked and fearful looks of the representatives of the four races looking towards him, Wu Ke knew that the effect of intimidation and deterrence had reached its peak, so he immediately flashed back to his original seat and sat down again.
"Finally, there is one more thing I want to announce."
Wu Ke looked at the representatives of the participating clans and spoke slowly.
"I plan to hold a Gods Fighting Conference. As the name suggests, it is a fighting meeting between gods and gods. I want to invite the races you represent and the creator behind them to invite Him. We are participating. I know you guys can’t make the decision, so I ask you to take my next words back with you..."
After a pause, Wu Ke took a deep breath and roared loudly: "Do you want the Star Cup? If you want it, go out and fight for it yourself. Don't be like a bedbug who is afraid of death, hiding behind the race you created. A truly strong person should have enough courage and confidence in his own strength.
If you don't even have the courage to stand up and fight, then I, SB, a kind-hearted pacifist messenger of justice, still advise you to hide and stop making trouble, let alone continue to have any illusions about the Star Cup.
And if you don’t come out and still want to cause trouble and have unrealistic delusions about the Star Cup, then I will extract your soul, erase your intelligence, and send you back to the place of your birth, the Elf Corridor of the Planet. In the atmosphere, it disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared before, completely solved! "
After the words completely fell, Wu Ke saw that the guys around him were a little unresponsive. After a period of silent silence, he coughed and looked at him with wide eyes, looking evil and speechless. The people of all races spoke in gentle voices again.
"Well, this is what I want you to pass on for me. Please, you must take my words back intact. This is very important to your creator, so as not to cause some trouble, like me My hands were slippery, and I accidentally killed the creator of your race who didn’t know the situation, so he didn’t come but continued to have plans for the Star Cup. In that case, I would feel very embarrassed!”
The god of the orcs lurking at the scene, who looked like a young girl from the fox tribe, could not help but twitch his eyelids under his hood.
[My hands slipped... I accidentally beat him to death... This guy, how polite is that? 】
People of other races also fell directly into a situation where they didn't know what to say because of the other party's too arrogant words.
In the end, the nature of this conference changed many times. The race representatives who chose to continue participating in the war projected towards Wu Ke, "You are very talented. We will take your words back to our creator intact." Sir, listen], the look in his eyes that looked like a great dead person ended.
Several giant warriors got out of the way, King Yanlong also released the blockade on the surrounding space, and people of all races left in succession, showing their magical powers.
"If you want to have a divine battle with a group of gods, please forgive us that we giants cannot accompany you."
The giant old patriarch came over and said apologetically in a slight voice.
However, the position of Dragon King Yan was actually similar to that of the old patriarch of the giant race.
"If the situation is overwhelming or you are bound to lose, I will withdraw."
King Yanlong said this.
Let him cheer as a church member and follow Wu Ke in a tailwind and evenly divided battle, that's no problem.
But if you really want the Dragon King, he will risk his life to help Wu Ke and fight to the death with a group of gods.
King Yanlong is not an idiot and will not do this for Wu Ke.
"It doesn't matter, I don't have any expectations for you."
Wu Ke waved his hand, but he didn't seem to care much.
"So, are you confident that you can deal with the gods behind the four warring races?"
At this time, Jibril came over, lay down on his chair, and asked.
Wu Ke glanced at Jibril, who looked like "I'm very curious." He raised his hand and patted the Flügel's Tianling Cap: "Actually, it doesn't."
This is telling the truth. Wu Ke's actual combat power against the gods of this world is still smoke and mirrors.
Although Wu Ke got some sporadic fragments of consciousness after solving the Demon King, but because the negative things inside were too serious, he crushed those things into pieces and then swallowed them.
Therefore, there is not much specific information about the divine species left in it.
"Then you spoke so loudly that you provoked almost all the gods. Is there something serious wrong with you?"
Before Jibril could express what was in her heart.
She heard Wu Ke say: "But I already have an idea!"
"Eh?"
"What's the idea?"
"Find new allies who are more capable and stronger!"
Wu Ke answered matter-of-factly.
"who?"
King Yanlong frowned and asked. It frowned, but it looked a little funny.
"I also want to know."
Jibril blinked her big eyes, but she also wanted to know what kind of new ally he had that could make him confidently say the wild words just now.
Wu Ke looked at Jibril seriously and said, "This time, it's up to you!"
Suddenly someone put an unbearable burden on her shoulders. Jibril looked dazed and stunned——【⊙ω⊙】
"But, I can't deal with other gods!"
Jibril said quickly.
Although she thought Wu Ke's performance just now was cool, and even she wanted to make such an arrogant speech herself, Jibril still had such a thing as self-knowledge and was able to recognize her own strength.
"Don't get me wrong, I never said it was you. I was referring to the creator of your Flügels, the God of War Artesh."
"Jibril, please serve as an intermediary and help me connect and build a bridge. I want to get to know your Flügel creator and talk about some important things."
"Are you serious?"
Jibril's eyes widened even more, she didn't expect Wu Ke to be targeting their creator, the God of War Artesh.
"Of course, what's the problem here?"
"No, I just wanted to ask, what kind of burial place would you like?"
Jibril said seriously.
"Seeing as you have taught me a lot of things, I might be able to prepare some things for you in advance."
"Wait, do you think that I am no match for your creator?"
"Lord Artesh, you are invincible!"
Jibril said decisively without any hesitation.
Even after seeing Wu Ke's fighting strength that could crush him.
Well, Wu Ke no longer finds it strange that various races defend their creator.
The God of War Artesio, known as the most powerful god species, was the reason why Wu Ke fell in love with him.
"I just want to talk to your Creator about some very important things, that's all."
"Since you insist, it doesn't matter to me."
Jibril shrugged.
"Without further delay, before the gods of the races who may be angered by my words come to trouble me, let's set off to find your family god!"
. . . .
Abant Heim is a city in the form of a fragmented cube floating at an altitude of 20,000 meters in the air. It is a fantasy species inhabited by eighteen Flügels. It is also the envoy of Artesh, the God of War.
Today, in front of such a strange life, we are greeted by a long-lost stranger.
"Jibril, you have been out for a long time this time. Well, who is the guy following you? Is he an enemy?"
Jibril was just taking Wu Ke, and as soon as she approached the Flügel base camp, a soft voice belonging to this city sounded from the bottom of her heart.
Jibril touched her perky butt unnaturally and told some abridged versions of her experiences after going out this time. For example, she was defeated by someone, but the person who defeated her did not kill her, but He asked her to bring him to Lord Artesiu. Well, he had something to discuss.
After hearing this, Abant Heim was a little shocked, and the first sister of the Flügel, Azriel, who was combined with its life core, quickly got her favorite Flügel from the information it passed. Sister, news about Jibril.
It didn't take long for the Flügels who were still staying in the aerial city of Heim to respond to the call of the Flügel eldest sister.
A group of Flügels with halos on their heads and white wings on their backs flew out menacingly.
Directly surrounding the guy outside, following Jibril, who was also floating in the air out of thin air.
"Hahaha, Jibril, I heard that you were defeated, so are you captured?"
Raphael, the second elder sister of the Flügel, is a complete idiot. After seeing that Jibril was okay, this guy pointed at Jibril and laughed at her, causing Jibril to stiffen her fist, but I couldn't wait to breathe on this guy's somewhat hateful smiling face.
"Jibril, are you okay?"
However, it was the concerned gaze of the eldest sister Azriel that made Jibril tilt her head slightly.
"Um."
Although Azrael had shown a deeper love for her than other Flügels in the past, the two seemed a little different compared to what they were doing now.
The former makes Jibril feel a little repelled and bored, but the latter now makes Jibril feel uncomfortable, like a child who has had some accidents, and it is difficult to face the eyes of those who care about her. Same.
Azrael flew over, reached out and hugged Jibril, and a soft voice sounded in Jibril's ears: "It's great that you're okay!"
Then, Azriel pulled Jibril behind her. Her eyes were no longer as gentle as when she was holding Jibril, but she looked at Wu Ke behind her with a cold look, saying: "This is the enemy, hurt me." Your guy is unforgivable, I will help you wash away the shame of defeat."
"Don't worry, Jibril. As sisters, we will help you get revenge. I will chop off that guy's head and show it in front of you every day, so that you can remember the love you received as a younger sister. matter!"
[Raphael, this guy just wants to laugh at me for the rest of his life, right? 】
This is a fact that you can figure out without even thinking about it.
"I don't need you to avenge me. Besides, I'm not dead yet, you bastards who call themselves sisters!"
Jibril shouted angrily, but the result was only making the other Flügel laugh.
These Flügels are aware that the guy surrounded by them and others is a person who has the ability to defeat Jibril, their youngest sister, and is definitely the most powerful among them, but he can still put on such a relaxed look. manner.
The reason is that the overall strength that the Flügel can exert is not in a state of addition as the number increases, but is doing a terrifying multiplication operation. Using a formula to express the overall strength of the Flügel, that should be The base number
One Flügel cannot defeat powerful giants or mid-to-high-ranking dragon elves, but two or three Flügels hunting in groups can easily deal with enemies that were previously insurmountable...
In terms of swarm strength, the Flügels were much more terrifying than the Ex-Machina, if not for their overall number, which would only be eighteen.
Jibril quickly recounted her recent experiences (except for the scene where she was spanked, which was deleted), but everything else was told truthfully, including the pacifist ideas that Wu Ke instilled in her, as well as her The matter of being withdrawn from the war.
"What, you can't participate in battles anymore?"
Raphael's expression changed and he looked at Wu Ke angrily.
"This is simply the most painful torture!"
"No, I think it's okay. Some of the new knowledge I learned from him is actually quite interesting..."
Jibril's words were simply ignored. Just as beauty is very important to sea-dwelling species, the same is true for combat matters to Flügel.
"Thank you for not killing Jibril after you defeated her."
Azrael was much calmer and looked at Wu Ke and said.
"If you choose to leave now and pretend that nothing happened, I can let you go."
Raphael wanted to say something, but Azrael stopped him.
"This guy didn't kill Jibril, he let Jibril go once.
Therefore, we have to let him go once and treat each other as equals. "
Wu Ke: "..."
Give Jibril a look: Your family is so amazing!
Jibril shrugged at him: This is the Flügel!
"Except for knocking down these sisters of mine, there is no way you can use me to see Lord Artesh!"
Jibril flew out of the battle circle, saying that she would not help anyone.
