Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen - Chapter 321 Don’t want that kind of thing!

Azriel, this name is one of the few among the Flügels who are still famous after breaking away from the solid impression of the race. After most of her contemporaries have died, she has undoubtedly become a person during the war. A nightmare that no one can avoid.

As the number one individual created by the God of War, although theoretically speaking, her attainments and talents in strength are inferior to those of Jibril who was created after Artex defeated even the Final Dragon and officially reached the peak of invincibility. It should be inferior to the other party.

But the truth is just the opposite. Although Jibril has complained about Azriel’s rigid and troublesome character countless times, she knows very well that the odds of winning between the two are very different, and it is her victory to die together.

Jibril, who aims at imperfection and will continue to learn and make progress, is currently the only person to have set a record of killing a dragon elf independently. Among all her companions, Azriel is another one who she believes can be equally capable. Existence to do this.

Because the other person is ‘perfect’.

Azrael, who was created with a perfect concept by the strongest god, can exert her power to the extreme in battle. No matter what changes or injuries occur, she will always be in a state of extraordinary performance.

More importantly, even Jibril, who continues to grow, only now possesses about a quarter of Azrael’s magic power. In a fighting race like the Flügel, where one point of magic power is worth ten points, this gap is huge. It cannot be described simply as a difference of four times.

If you don’t take into account the Dragon King or the Divine Race, she is probably the strongest being at present.

Therefore, after Jibril was born, Artosh would also specially arrange for the two of them to have contact, hoping to get the answers he wanted to find.

Although they have nothing in common, perhaps people are always more eager for what is missing. Azrael and Jibril are quite compatible. However, to Jibril, the other person is just an annoying senior and a target that must be surpassed. .

If things go well enough, when Jibril officially surpasses her, there will be beneficial changes for both of them, but unfortunately, when a certain intruder breaks in, this future becomes a fantasy.

“Oh…this is the No. 1 individual.” Roland touched Jibril’s head and looked at Azriel who was getting closer with a playful look.

It was a girl with bright long hair that was a mixture of sea green and orange, but it was not obtrusive. With her magical heterochromatic eyes and fair and lovely face, it seemed to complement each other perfectly.

The girl was wearing a long, loose skirt that was the most common style for Flügel. She was looking at this place with eyes that seemed to be glowing, with an excited look on her face.

“After getting used to seeing Jibril’s angelic beauty, her dangerous coldness is also a different kind of cuteness.”

Roland touched his chin, looked at Azrael up and down, and came to this evaluation.

Rick, who had long been accustomed to him judging appearance before strength, had a calm expression on his face, but Jibril frowned imperceptibly.

“Although senior’s appearance is outstanding, Lord Roland, don’t be fooled by her appearance?”

The girl who didn’t think she understood emotions didn’t show anything strange. She just curiously felt the emotions surging in her heart and muttered.

“Except for his machine-like calmness when fighting, which is worthy of special attention, at other times, senior is a complete idiot.”

“Where to begin?”

“This style of acting alone is already obvious. As the leader of the Flügel, if she goes out hunting, Azrael will never bring a companion with her.”

Flügel did not have the habit of acting alone, otherwise Jibril, who often wandered around the planet alone without permission, would not be so famous among many races.

“Especially at this time, when all races are preparing for war and undercurrents are surging, even if Lord Artosh does not give orders, the senior leader, as the leader, should gather the power of all Flügels for the Creator to use when needed.”

“So, I’m sure,” Jibril smiled lightly and opened her lips slightly, “she broke out of her duties and even sneaked out under Lord Artesio’s order. After all, fools always think straight.”

The girl didn’t understand what happened to her to cause such uneasy emotions, and her whole person became strange.

But that didn’t stop her from venting her anger on Azrael, who had made this change happen.

“Let me prove this to you.” Suddenly, as if remembering something, Jibril showed a devilish smile and tilted her head, “Now, please use a more emotional expression than before. Way to touch my head.”

Roland was stunned for a moment, and then he stroked the soft pink hair on the little head that was already in front of him unceremoniously.

Although the time they spent together could not be considered very long, his understanding of Jibril was quite deep.

Under the super high school-level caressing technique, the girl’s immature body quickly relaxed and she narrowed her eyes in comfort.

At this time, a voice full of surprise, but still a little uneasy, also sounded.

“Little Jeep, I found you!”

Although it was just a small dot in the sky at the beginning, to Azriel, who was just a snail in her eyes even if she moved at supersonic speeds, it didn’t take a few seconds for her to reach the goal she had longed for. In front of him, he let out an excited shout.

Then, she completely froze in place.

“Meow! You actually went over my way to improve Little Jeep’s favorability! Let me do it first… No!”

Azriel’s face turned red and her tone suddenly changed to one of envy and jealousy, and she growled menacingly like a cat.

“The only person who can touch my little Jeep’s head is me, meow! You rude person, get out of here, meow!”

“Senior Azriel, can you please keep your voice down? Also, as I said before, don’t always think about touching me casually. You are so annoying. You have ruined such a good atmosphere.”

Jibril said gently in a pleasant voice with a smile, but the way she looked at Azrael was as if she was looking at a piece of trash.

“Meow! Why meow! Then can this man touch him casually?” Azriel was so shocked that she leaned back and shouted, with tears of grievance even appearing in her eyes.

“I can’t help it. It’s really hard for me to respect someone like you.”

Such ruthless truth made Azrael almost cry on the ground after hearing this. She seemed to be in a daze as if she had been severely hit, and she began to complain to herself.

“Wow! Obviously the old Jeep was not like this at all!…Wait, before?”

Perhaps because Jibril’s unabashed mocking expression when speaking was too hurtful, Azrael finally remembered the purpose of her coming out.

“Little Jeep, sister is very angry now!”

She put her hands on her hips and scolded her with a serious expression.

“The act of betraying the Creator, no matter which race it is placed on, must be punished by death. This is especially true for us. Don’t you understand the consequences before doing such a thing?”

Jibril did not answer this question directly. She did betray Artosh, but this did not mean that she lost respect for her fellow Flügels or even her own god.

Therefore, she used her best method to avoid the easy matter.

“Hey?”

“Meow! Little Jeep’s cuteness is really unmatched, meow! And he can’t resist, so he can rub his face as he pleases!”

Under the deliberate show of cuteness of Jibril, who appeared in the form of a young girl in the rare big-breaking version, Azrael was so fascinated that she became dizzy in the blink of an eye and shouted excitedly.

To her, this was something more precious than the head of a god species, and it took her a while to recover.

“No, sister, I’m so angry right now that I actually committed an act of betrayal. When I heard about this, sister, I didn’t even know what expression to put on, meow!”

“Can’t you just use your usual idiot expression?” Jibril said sarcastically without giving up.

“Being too serious is both an advantage and a disadvantage of little Jeep, although this is what makes you cute.” On such a serious matter, Azrael, who had already made up her mind, had no intention of giving in. “But as the leader of the Flügel, I cannot turn a blind eye to such remarks and actions. Little Jeep, it’s not too late to go back with me now.”

“If I say no, are you going to purge me?”

“Of course not, sister, I can’t bear to do it. I will just break your hands and feet and drag you back to Abant Heim.”

“I see. As a leader, it is the senior’s freedom how to exercise this right, but——”

Jibril stared at Azrael’s eyes that showed no emotion at all, showing no fear at all, and a provocative smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

“I’m not going to sit around and wait for death,”

The two people’s eyes intertwined invisibly in the air, and they faced off coldly. But when the tension reached the extreme, an uncontrollable smile suddenly came from the side.

“Pfft,”

Azriel, who was just about to respond, subconsciously frowned and looked at the young man behind Jibril who was dumbfounded, as if everything in front of him was just a farce.

His performance was in sharp contrast to the trembling humans on the other side who didn’t even dare to breathe.

The other person looked the same as the person she remembered, but his temperament was completely different.

She looks about twenty years old, with a tall body with a streamlined natural beauty, and an appearance that even Azrael, who sees angelic and lovely companions every day, must admire her.

Before approaching this area, she used magic to detect the energy level here. Except for the dead demon species and Jibril, no one else was qualified to be a Flügel hunting target, so she naturally ignored Jeep The two people next to Lil regarded it as an existence like air.

But how could such a human being dare to sneer at her?

As long as you know the deeds of the Flügel, you will understand that the reason why this group of races, who are naturally favored by the god of courage and war in another world, did not do anything to them is just a lack of concern for worthless things and their own selfishness. Just arrogant.

Azrael assumed a serious posture and stared at the rude young man with cold, angry eyes.

She herself is very confident about this. Although she is not as good as her father who can derail space and time just by standing, but as long as she is serious, her eyes will spontaneously become as sharp as a sword.

This is not a description, but a fact. With the Flügel’s talent for space, humans are not even qualified to fight.

However, with the quality she possesses, it is completely wishful thinking to interfere with the space around Roland.

Therefore, all Roland felt was that the petite and cute girl was glaring at him with a self-righteous and majestic expression.

This cute display only encourages bad adults to want to bully her.

Other races, with their illustrious reputation forged with blood, would not dare to be so arrogant even if they had power. For example, Rick lowered his eyes subconsciously and only observed everything around him with his peripheral vision.

But Roland, who came from another world, couldn’t relate to him at all. He looked at the girl with a fierce expression leisurely, as if she was just a kitten bluffing because of uneasiness.

In the face of the gap between them, Azrael’s hard-fought attack was not as lethal as this cute expression.

Azriel, who was vaguely aware of something weird, raised her eyebrows and said coldly: “Rude human, what are you laughing at!”

“It’s nothing, I just think the color of your hair matches you.”

Because of Azrael’s passionate emotions, some elves subconsciously gathered on her body, making her whole body shrouded in a faint fluorescent light, but it did not overwhelm the focus, making the sea-green hair become the main tone of the fluorescent light. .

Such a funny scene made Jibril laugh a little, but before she could say the words of ridicule she was about to say, they were replaced by exclamations.

Roland held her in his arms unceremoniously, as if he were holding a doll, and as if provoking, he rubbed her in front of Azriel’s face, and found that Azriel subconsciously tightened his grip. After the fist, he rubbed harder and harder.

Jibril, who had long been accustomed to Roland’s style, didn’t even sigh and just cooperated with the other party’s manipulations smoothly.

Such a performance made Azriel’s eyes sparkle with fire.

Little Jeep’s cuteness belongs to her alone. Even as a companion, she can only occasionally share the brilliance that can heal people’s hearts.

Don’t do that kind of thing! Little Jeep was rubbed here and there by other people and so on! I hope she will think of me all her life, even after I die…at least for ten years!

Although it is not clear why Little Jeep is so cooperative with this guy, in order to protect this beauty and her purity, he must not retreat!

So, Azriel raised her arm, allowing the dark elves to begin to gather.