I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Spirit of the Gods: Sanfan!" Countless slender, twisted pale arms protruded from the shadows, wrapping around the girl's body like a piece of paper. In the strange scene of nightmarish distortion, bloody eyes shone.

I am... the worst elf!

I'm... a lonesome Avenger!

I am... the god of disobedience - Tokisaki Kurumi.

"Hee hee hee..." The uncontrollable laughter came out from the shadows, getting louder and louder.

"I..."

"us..."

···

The moment the sky fell.

The ice surface was scorched by the light, the purple explosion light excavated the dark ocean, and the white steam gushing upwards formed a plume of smoke, so thick that it obscured everything in front of him.

The sea roared, and the waves in a whole circle were dozens of meters high. The waves in the sky destroyed everything, and after that, even bigger waves returned to fill the hole that was enough to hit the bottom.

The logic of the technique told Jibril that it was impossible for a mere monkey to survive under such an attack.

What's more, that monkey can't fly at all.

But... Since it is an opponent who is enough to pose a threat, it is too rude to call him a monkey, but since he has not reported his name, let's call him Miss Monkey.

But Jibril's intuition was warning frantically, danger, danger, danger!

The twitching heart is just like when facing the white dragon.

Wait... White Dragon?

Jibril suddenly realized something was wrong.

In this world, because there is no elf corridor to connect the nerves, the world recognized by humans can only stay at the rough physical level, while the elves can perceive the flow of elves.

As one of the top races, the Flügel is able to see the scale of space, and it is even a [magic] constructed by elves.

At this moment, in Jibril's eyes, the world in front of her... distorted.

Above the ocean, a dazzling pale cross star shone brightly, and the white ripples swayed gently.

The scale of space has been tampered with.

What a ridiculous joke, in front of the Flügel, a mere monkey is actually playing with space?But...the truth is in sight.

What's even more absurd is... Even if it is a dragon spirit species, the modification of space is completed through the language of the planet, and it is bound to be completed through the formation and structure of the spirit.

But at this moment... Jibril actually didn't notice any elf fluctuations.

It's like a cheating player, F1 kills with one click.

Why does the space in your home move by itself?

Jibril wanted to leave through "Sky Shift", but found that she couldn't use it. She could only flutter her wings and dash towards the sky.

In the hazy fog, the slender hands were raised against the sky and clenched little by little.

The cross stars gathered again, and the white ripples swept back from the outside to the inside, cutting away all the fog.

——Space Shock——

squeak squeak-

With a piercing sound like crushing glass, Jibril curled up and stretched her protective magic to the limit before she was able to carry it through the space shock.

That feeling... It's the same as Azrael's "Sky Shift".

Jibril looked at the sea below her feet in panic. The white steam annihilated a huge hole. Below the hole was a whistling ocean vortex, whirling and sucking the sea water.

And in the air... the girl in the magnificent black-red revealing spiritual outfit raised her head and smiled at Jibril.

The flirtatious eyes are smiling and dying, the water covers the fog around the ground, and the charm is rippling.

She extended her hand to Jibril.

"Sa... let's start the game!"

The arm-length flintlock gun was held in her hand, and she pulled the trigger at Jibril.

boom--

In Jibril's ultra-high-speed field of vision, the spiraling Ziyu pressed down without hesitation.

The previous attacks were different... This time, she wasn't sure if her spells could withstand it.

That guy... what the hell is going on?

As if the semi-activated gods were suddenly activated, the pressure gradually increased.

All of a sudden added several BUFF like.

Wanting to move away, a pair of soft and soft weeds wrapped around him from behind.

The plumpness that clings to the back is the softness that Azrael's idiot can never grow, and as a price, his heart is also held by the other party.

A hot breath spit out in Jibril's ears.