The Endless Shuttle

"So, is "growth" certain? "

"Yes."

"That is to say, no matter how long the time is, one day I will grow up to the equivalent position of Master Arthus, and then complete my own value and defeat Master Arthus?!"

"Do not."

"But, you said..."

"Listen to me."

Rope interrupted Jibril.

"I don't deny "growth", but Miss Jibril also has to recognize a word-"limit". Yes, "growth" is unlimited, but individuals are not. Every individual in the world has a limit, and this limit limits their path to continue to grow, so individuals think that they have reached the top as they can. "

Jibril frowned. She felt that there was something wrong with Rope's words.

"No matter how fast the camel beast is running, it is impossible to fly. No matter how hard you work, it is impossible to reach the position of Arthus. Not to mention Arthus is also growing. The Skywing species has inherent shackles and limits. In addition, Jibril, you Do you know how to break the shackles that the camel beast cannot fly?"

"That... drink the Emerald Spring of the fairy seed to gain the ability to use the elves, and then engrave the art of "flying" on your body? "

Disturbed by the sentence "Impossible", Jibril's answer was a little weak.

"It's easier than this."

Rope laughed happily, somewhat gloomy.

"Just don't be a camel beast."

He pointed to his temple.

"A long, long time ago, about 1,500 years ago, someone I loved and admired said, "Human beings have limits, so I'm not a human being." Since the identity of the camel beast cannot allow it to fly, it would be good if it is not a camel beast and become another species that can fly. "

The attitude of the villain Dior Brando in "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure" is the root of Rope's high acceptance of his own heterogeneity.

Inhumans can achieve their own wishes, so why stick to human identity?

"Although I don't know what the "human" in your mouth is, but..." Jibril sighed: "Forgive me for my ignorance, I have never heard of spontaneously changing my race. Even the bloodsucking species that is the closest to the concept you are talking about, they can't turn the bloodsucking objects into real bloodsucking species. "

"Don't you know, doesn't it exist?" Luo Pei smiled: "Don't underestimate this "universe", Miss Jibril from the Skywing species. "

"..."

Jibril was speechless.

Because the life is too long, even in the war, the storage of knowledge of the Skywing is terrifying, but they will never say "I don't know, then it just doesn't exist." Such presumptuous and ignorant words.

The unknown of the world is terrible.

"You affirmed the "growth" and denied the possibility of the "Sky Wing Species" defeating Master Artexiu. Lord of Disaster, do you want to say that if I want to fulfill my own value, I have to abandon the identity of the skywing species? "

"How can you abandon your status as a Skywing species alone? You can't help but value yourself too much, Miss Jibril."

Rope shook his head and said.

"Listen, I am not giving you advice, teaching you how to defeat Artesius, that is my job. I am just answering your question of "the gap between the strong and the weak", nothing else. other. "

"... Do you firmly believe that you can defeat the strongest and invincible God of War? No doubt?"

"Of course, it is impossible for me to stop in front of a mere Altsius. Sooner or later, he will only become my nourishment. This is not a rhetoric of ignorance of the enemy's strength, but an inevitable conclusion after being very clear."

"..."

After this sentence, Jibril understood why Arthus had expectations of Rope, rather than her.

Even if Jibril knew that Artesh created her to defeat her strongest self, as the feather of the **** of war created, Jibril would be convinced by Artesh’s power no matter how self-hypnotized. Fear, all racial powerhouses in the world, including other gods, are like this.

But the **** of disaster is different.

From the very beginning, the black-haired young man in front of him did not regard the God of War as the "strongest" from the bottom of his heart. It was just an obstacle that needed to be overcome.

His eyes were attracted by the scenery behind Alter's self-cultivation.

"About the necessary possibility for the weak to challenge the strong..."

"You don't need to explain." Jibril said respectfully: "I have the answer to this question myself."

"Really? Well, that's okay, I will continue to organize the language in the province."

After a few more steps, Rope found that Jibril did not continue to follow.

"Are you leaving?"

"Um."

Jibril nodded, then said suddenly.

"Oh! As your "predetermined enemy", even if you don't seem to want my life, you have to leave something as a price for this visit, right? I understand what you mean! "

Understand what?

Rope raised his head to say hello.

Then Jibril began to squeeze, her wings trembling.

"Oh...Considering your appreciation of my appearance, will you let me give my first experience to reproductive activities? Maybe I will still get pregnant and give birth to a child with soul fragments of the gods... What will Master Artesh What about me as his daughter? Are you a traitor who has stolen the enemy general? Senior Azriel will go crazy, right? Huhu, it's so funny."

"..."

Although I have read it in the original work, but Jibril's thinking jump still makes Rope full of black lines.

"Kidding."

Jibril's expression became serious.

She put her hands on her wings.

"As for the price of this visit, let me tear off my wings and offer them with both hands. For the Skywing, wings are the most precious thing, even as rewards for your generous answers."

Jibril was serious, Rope could feel it.

"...You are not only cruel to other beings, but you are also cruel to yourself."

"Oh, I can pay the price of a pair of wings and leave alive from your hands. In any case, I earned it."

Jibril looked up at the stars.

"To be honest, before I came to you, I was ready for death. Why didn't you choose to kill me? As a member of the Skywing, if you start a war with Master Arthus in the future, I will definitely Be your tough enemy."