The Flügel race is indeed quite troublesome.
They have extremely high racial qualities, but they are loyal to the paranoid God of War. If this situation continues, even if they defeat the God of War in the end, they are most likely to suffer crazy revenge from the Flügel, which is not good for them. Afterwards, the pioneering of this world.
If the matter were really serious enough that the entire Flügel had to be exterminated in order to gain stability, that would undoubtedly be the worst outcome.
And Jibril is right. In this situation, Azrael cannot possibly become the driving force behind the joint army. In her heart, the status of the God of War is unquestionable, even if she is the one she loves. The same goes for Jibril, because the reason why Azrael loves Jibril is precisely because Jibril's "specialness" was given by her master.
"Since it's a prop, let's negotiate with your master directly."
In the end, Shen Fu could only sigh.
The figure disappeared instantly again, taking Azrael, who had lost her strength and turned into a larval state, directly back to the base of the game's life world.
"Emilia, keep an eye on her, I'll go get Reinhardt back."
Reinhardt on the other side seemed to have moved most of them back because the pursuing Flügel knew what was happening in his facility, so he easily got rid of the remaining pursuers and was found and brought back by Shen Fu.
In just a short time, the news that Shen Fu raided the Flügel and brought back Azrael, the first Flügel prisoner, spread throughout the alliance base. Many race representatives wanted to see Azrael, who had always changed his face after hearing the news. Li'er, however, after Shen Fu came back, he directly ordered her to be closely guarded in the dungeon and prohibited any race from meeting her.
Even in their larval state, the Flügel are still powerful enough to crush most races.
As for whether the Flügel side will fall into chaos because of Azrael, the eldest sister, we can only wait and see later.
...
At night, a small figure skillfully bypassed the guards and went deep into the valley cave.
"Azriel." A soft call sounded in the darkness.
"Little Jeep!?"
The sound of chains was heard, and Azriel, who was tied to a corner of the dungeon by magic chains, suddenly raised her head.
Although there was no light source in the darkness, the Flügel's eyes were still clear enough to see the dust in the air. The small figure was none other than her rumored betrayal of the Yaomei.
"Haha~ Azriel is really miserable. She was forcibly captured directly from the Flügel facility."
Jibril flapped her wings slightly and floated in front of Azrael with her feet raised, her sly eyes carrying some inexplicable meaning.
"Your wings..."
Azrael tried hard to feel the aura on Yaomei's body, but the result made her heart sink even more, and she could no longer detect any connection with her master.
Are the rumors true? Jibril betrayed her master?
"It's not just the wings that have changed." Jibril covered her chest, "It's also the heart, Azriel. Now, I can no longer call 'him' my master."
"...In that case." Azrael sat back in the corner of the dungeon and closed her eyes slightly. Even though her strength was sealed, there was still a heavy aura surging around her body, "Then I will just be a little kid." Jip has died in the battle. You in front of me are just a puppet controlled by the enemy. Don't worry, I will save you from this pain. The body created by the master will never be allowed to be desecrated like this!"
"Wow, you're angry? As expected of Azriel." Jibril raised a smile, suddenly stretched out her paws, and pinched Azriel's cheek fiercely, "In the past, every time I used Sky Strike When you were little, you always liked to pinch and pinch, and now you finally have a chance to take revenge."
"Um...well."
Azriel made an inarticulate sound. Naturally, the Flügel wouldn't feel uncomfortable due to this level of movement, but a strange feeling came out of his heart.
What on earth is this guy here for?
"Phew - indeed Azriel feels very comfortable when rubbing against her."
As if she finally felt refreshed, Jibril stopped, hooked her arms around Azriel's neck and sat next to her, breathing heavily.
"You guy!" Azrael gritted his teeth, "My actions before were not so rough at all. Do you want to get information from me in this way? That's too naive!"
"Information or something like that, it doesn't matter at all."
Jibril narrowed her eyes slightly, stretched out her hand to straighten Azrael's short legs that were bound by chains, and then pillowed her on them.
"I, after I heard that Azriel was captured, I really wanted to come and see you. The short six months since I left the Flügel feel like it lasted longer than the previous hundreds of years. There are new ones every day. Ideas, new cognitions, this feeling is really amazing. Now, Azrael, I said that of all the races I met, everyone was fighting for the prosperity and survival of the entire race, even if they were completely absent. The concept of [death] is the same for the mechanical species, so why are we the Flügels the only ones who are different?"
Azriel did not answer, but just closed her eyes. From her current perspective, although the person in front of her had Yaomei's body, and even had Yaomei's memory and personality, she was still just an "enemy".
Flügel are not in the habit of chatting with their enemies about their mood.
Jibril didn't care at all and just kept talking to herself.
"But there's nothing we can do about it. Who made us a race created by the 'strongest'? Azriel, my new master has taught me a lot. If we can't face up to the meaning of 'the strongest' and Responsibility, the strongest can only be a burden, because we are convinced that we will not lose, so we never consider the possibility of failure. If that day really comes, our entire race should choose to die with 'him' Okay...Wow, I'm angry, I'm so angry..."
That night, Jibril ran to Azrael and put all the messy thoughts in her mind over the past six months, the questions that she had never thought about before, the perspectives that she had never considered, including the current moment in her heart. The truest thoughts are all expressed in one head.
Although she knew very well that her "eldest sister" was treating her as an enemy at the moment and would not listen or reply to her "rebellious" words.
However, Jibril, who had changed so much that even she felt incredible, was doing things that even she didn't understand why she was doing.
