In the world of No Game No Life, on a plain merely one thousand kilometers from Avant Heim, the headquarters of the Flügel.
A certain rare lone Flügel girl was pacing back and forth on the ground, seemingly waiting for something.
"Why hasn't Jibril returned yet meow! Where on earth did she go? Don't tell me she went to challenge some unchallengeable opponent again and got bullied?"
Recalling Jibril's previous multiple attempts to challenge the Dragonia, her repeated failures, and how she nearly died, Azriel couldn't help but feel such worry.
"Wuuu, Jibril! My dear Jibril! What if she gets captured by bad people as a pet, gets treated this way and that, and comes back with a big belly meow!"
"Wait? Wouldn't Jibril's child be a little Jibril meow? If Jibril is already so cute, little Jibril would definitely be even cuter! Guhehehe, thinking about it this way, it's not unacceptable. A Jibril mother-daughter set doesn't seem impossible to accept either... hehehe~~"
What started as normal worry eventually turned into a complete perverted sexual fantasy venting.
It was fortunate that no one dared approach within sight range of a Flügel, otherwise any life form hearing these words would definitely be executed on the spot by Azriel.
After being perverted for a while, Azriel shook her head and returned to normal.
Looking at the position where Jibril had vanished into thin air, she tilted her head and pondered for a few seconds.
"So where exactly did Jibril go meow? The spells the Forest Elves used to control other life forms have already been exterminated by us. Though it's a bit regrettable, things like hypnosis play shouldn't exist, and even if they did, they wouldn't work on us Flügel. As long as she doesn't challenge the Dragonia, Jibril shouldn't get into trouble, right?"
Thinking this way and recalling Jibril's confident expression before leaving, Azriel felt at ease.
"Jibril is so smart, she definitely won't get into trouble meow!"
"When Jibril returns, I'll take her to clean up some Forest Elves to celebrate meow!"
In this world, the advantage of higher-ranking species over lower-ranking species was quite obvious.
For the Flügel, even the Forest Elves, who were mid-tier combat power during the Great War, were nothing more than dust that could be brushed away with a casual gesture.
To Azriel, sweeping the Forest Elves' main force was equivalent to going on an outdoor excursion.
The only difference was that returning from an excursion might bring back willow branches, while returning from sweeping Forest Elves would only bring back Forest Elf heads.
There was just this tiny little difference.
Actually, Azriel waited for less time than she had anticipated.
As a long-lived species, she had originally prepared to wait in place for two years.
However, she didn't expect that after just a few hours, Jibril's figure would reappear before her.
"Master can ask me anything you want to know. Not to hide anything from you, despite how I look, I'm one of the most knowledgeable types among the Flügel!"
The moment she saw Jibril's figure, Azriel immediately pounced over.
"Uwaaah! I knew Jibril wouldn't get into trouble. Come let your sister examine your body—"
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, Azriel's body retreated at an even faster speed than when she had pounced forward, directly crashing into the earth and carving out a deep ravine.
"Azriel... are you brainless?"
Jibril looked speechlessly at this idiot.
Fortunately, she had recognized the other party's identity in time and didn't use her authority, only using the most common offensive methods of the Flügel.
Otherwise, under the effect of the Sword's Protection, even a reflexive casual strike would have been enough to completely bisect Azriel, even making her unable to heal.
"Charging into me is one thing, at most you'd get a beating, but if you charge into Master, I really would get serious!"
She warned menacingly.
She had originally wanted to boast about her usefulness, but was directly interrupted by this Azriel.
"What do you mean 'at most get a beating'! Jibril, don't you have any reverence for your sister meow!"
To Jibril's scolding, Azriel reflexively retorted.
"How dare you be so insubordinate! If you don't let your sister hug you for a whole day, I absolutely won't forgive you... wait, what did you just say meow? Who is this guy?"
Completely unharmed, she flipped and climbed up from the ground.
After noticing the black-haired, black-eyed male behind Jibril, she finally realized Jibril's earlier form of address, and her entire person instantly petrified on the spot.
No way, did she mishear?
Facing this kind of self-deceptive fantasy, Jibril introduced with a very proud tone.
"Don't use such a disrespectful tone when addressing Ryuga-sama. He is my master—"
"I'll kill you meow!"
Before the introduction was even half finished, Azriel charged forward like lightning, condensing Death's scythe in her hand, aimed directly at Ryuga's chest.
With her worst fears confirmed—her most beloved little sister had become another man's pet—Azriel held nothing back in her vengeful strike.
However—
"BOOM!"
Ten meters away from Ryuga, Jibril instantly teleported above Azriel's head and mercilessly pressed down on the Flügel leader's head, smashing her toward the ground.
The powerful weight attached to the Sword's Protection made it completely impossible for Azriel to break free. Her delicate face and head were pressed directly into the ground, creating a huge deep crater.
"I told you, didn't I? Don't attack Master!"
Seeing that the other party was still trying to struggle, Jibril was quite decisive, directly activating the plundering nature of the Sword's Protection, absorbing all the spirits within Azriel's body into herself, completely stripping away the other party's power to resist.
"What's happening meow?"
Azriel had originally wanted to use Heaven's Strike, but before she could act, her body completely lost strength.
She stared wide-eyed, looking with great surprise at Jibril who had easily suppressed her.
"I was... instantly defeated by Jibril?"
She couldn't believe this fact, yet had no choice but to believe it.
As the First Individual, leader of the Flügel, and also the strongest of the Flügel, she possessed execution techniques that could be used against other Flügel. The Flügel should not have been able to be her opponents, even the battle-tested Jibril.
However, in that instant just now, she didn't even understand what had happened before being directly defeated by Jibril.
How was this possible?
"How is this not possible?"
Looking at Azriel, who had written her thoughts all over her face, Jibril showed a proud smile.
"After receiving Master's blessing, I'm no longer the same Jibril as before. A mere Azriel can be suppressed with a wave of my hand."
This wasn't a lie.
The current Jibril, in this world, probably had no opponents except for the Old Deus and the Dragon King of the Dragonia.
However, the current Azriel definitely couldn't understand this point.
She only understood that Jibril had become stronger, and that Jibril had truly acknowledged a master.
So, even without any ability to resist, she still raised her neck like a fish flipping over, making eye contact with Jibril.
"Jibril, what about your promise to only target lower species that can't even compare to the Ex-Machina? How did you become someone's pet meow?"
"..."
Jibril rarely showed an embarrassed expression.
Remembering the confident declaration she had made to Azriel before the battle, she also felt somewhat ashamed.
"Who told Ryuga-sama to be so strong... Before this, I didn't know I was so weak!"
After mumbling embarrassedly a few times, she turned to look at Ryuga.
"Master, though I'm reluctant to admit it, this thing is indeed the leader of the Flügel and might still have some use..."
"What do you mean 'this thing' meow! Call me sister meow!"
Azriel immediately protested.
"Keep her! I originally had no intention of dealing with her anyway."
Seeing Jibril's unease, Ryuga said casually.
Don't look at how merciless Jibril was with her words and actions—she actually didn't want to kill Azriel either.
Hearing Ryuga say this, Azriel realized she had just taken a trip around the gates of hell.
Cold sweat slightly seeped from her back, but she didn't feel fear. On the contrary, her gaze toward Ryuga was still stern.
"Do you know what you're doing meow? How dare you seduce a Flügel! Aren't you afraid of bearing the wrath of our Lord God?"
Before this, no one had dared to do something like seducing another's servants.
First, it couldn't be done. Second, even if it could be done, they would be resented by the Old Deus, equivalent to adding a powerful enemy.
Especially when it involved War God Artosh—no one dared to do such a thing.
In these ten thousand years, the reason not many Old Deus had fallen was entirely because War God Artosh stayed home and no longer went out.
If he took action, at least one god-level powerhouse would fall.
After bringing up War God Artosh, Azriel glared at Jibril again.
"And you, Jibril! Even if the Lord God is tolerant of you, even if he permits your transgressions, that's not a reason for you to betray him!"
"You'd better tell the Lord God that you were forced, otherwise, even I won't be able to protect you meow!"
Although she had already been defeated, she had 200% trust in War God Artosh's strength.
"In this world, no one can survive under the Lord God's war spear!"
To this blind declaration from Azriel, Jibril smiled lightly.
"What if there is?"
She asked in return.
"Impossible!"
Azriel answered decisively.
After answering, remembering what Jibril had said before leaving, she was suddenly startled and realized something.
"...Jibril, your goal couldn't be to challenge the Lord God, could it?"
Before leaving, Jibril had personally said she was going to find a way to defeat Lord Artosh.
Could it be that she and her current master came this time to commit deicide?
"Well... though I'm interested, I still have to listen to Ryuga-sama."
Jibril chuckled and looked toward Ryuga.
With Ryuga's style, committing deicide while searching for the Ex-Machina wouldn't seem strange.
However, Artosh didn't seem like the type who could be easily dealt with.
Hearing Jibril's words, Azriel immediately looked toward Ryuga, discovering that his gaze seemed to be directed toward the Flügel headquarters.
"War God Artosh?"
Ryuga answered nonchalantly.
"I don't particularly care either way. It mainly depends on his intentions."
"The Lord God's intentions?"
Azriel was slightly stunned.
Suddenly, immense pressure came from the distance, and overwhelming momentum directly pressed down on the entire planet.
This was an incomparably familiar divine might.
"Lord Artosh?"
Feeling the Lord God's divine power, Azriel also looked toward the Flügel headquarters—that is, the direction of the War God's throne—and was immediately speechless.
Golden light pierced through the sky, and the divine phantom with eighteen wings sat high in the clouds. The deity's pupils penetrated everything, looking directly toward their location.
Seeing this scene, the entire world began to tremble. All living beings, including the Old Deus, began to shake with fear.
The War God, who had sat motionless on his throne for over ten thousand years, had actually stood up?!
What was happening? Was this planet finally entering its end times?
To be continued…