Although what she said to Raphael senior was still a lie.
She didn't ask Raphael to hold back Azril because she wanted to spend a quiet day, but because she planned to take this opportunity to secretly slip out to get some fresh air - the time waiting for the repair had made it difficult for Jibril to breathe.
She preferred a feeling of anxiety.
As a life form composed purely of elves, even if she had not yet recovered her full power, the Flügel is a race that is good at manipulating space, so she was not particularly worried about safety issues.
Lightly flapping the small wings that extended from her waist, Jibril disappeared into the city made of blocks.
Even the weakest dragon, the amount of elves stored in one of their scales is comparable to the maximum amount of elves that a Flügel can use, and the number of scales of a dragon is calculated in units of hundreds of millions... From this perspective, defeating and killing Richengolte (the completely distant light), who could be considered a strong person among the dragon, Jibril can be said to have accomplished a great feat that surpassed mythology, just like a mortal killing a dragon.
Having said that, she had heard a lot of praise from the sisters who came to visit her, but Jibril was a little frustrated - she suddenly missed the time when she challenged that dragon.
The time of racking her brains and working hard to improve herself, the time of anticipation, fantasy, and tension.
Is the current waiting period for recovery a bit too boring?
The restlessness in her bones drove Jibril to glide through the blood-red sky like a hawk. She was looking for some rare or interesting... heads that were suitable as new collectibles.
No way, you can't abandon traditional skills.
Although she, Jibril, challenged the creator, spoke rudely to her older sisters, and would hit things she didn't like - but she was indeed a good girl who followed traditions, oh no, a good Flügel.
It has to be said that she is indeed a race created when the War God's power was at its peak. Except for a few higher-level races, the Flügel completely dominates the entire continent. Even if Jibril is not in her strongest state at the moment, it is still difficult to find an opponent.
Like a lord patrolling her territory, she flew directly in the high sky without clouds, with sharp eyes overlooking the earth.
Then she saw a group of arrogant dwarf.
With only one lonely flying ship, what are these short guys being so arrogant about?!
Jibril recognized that long crack. It was the place where her creator, the War God Artosh, and the final dragon Hatirem had their final battle, the strongest place. It was hard to say whether her non-giving-up attitude of ignoring her sisters' persuasion and always challenging that dragon was influenced by the stories she had heard before, or a kind of imitation of the creator she worshipped.
Ah, it collapsed.
In just a moment of distraction, the light beam shot from the dwarf's flying ship had already swept across that strait. The traces of the War God's past great feat did not even last for a second before a small part of it was damaged.
"...These trash who hide underground and don't even dare to show their faces - die!"
Without even needing time to think, Jibril instinctively took action in annoyance. To prevent those gophers from causing more damage, she didn't even have the mood to warp over and show off, to let those trash know how great a sin they had committed.
She instinctively gathered elves, as if she was swinging her fist, but the scene that appeared in the end was far below her expectations - it did not directly blast the flying ship and the dwarf on it into powder, but a weak-looking light beam penetrated the flying ship.
The light beam that came from the sky could not envelop the entire flying ship, but it also caused damage that prevented it from continuing to fly. Jibril could also see small gophers screaming and jumping out of the flying ship from time to time, exploding, and finally crashing on the ground, setting off a raging fire.
Embarrassing, too embarrassing.
Even though she had already chosen to take action, she could not give the enemy the most thoughtful and swift sleep. A blush appeared on Jibril's small face - she was angered by herself.
This was a disgrace!
Having said that, Jibril was not the kind of character who was overly stubborn... probably.
Feeling the weakness coming from her body, Jibril regretted the move she had chosen instinctively just now. Although it was a miniature version of the Heaven's Strike, the proportion of elves used when she made the move was not much different from when her power was complete. Simply put, she was drained.
'I'm going to be nagged by Azril senior again when I go back, and the time for full recovery has become longer... Should I go back now?', while regretting, Jibril's mind suddenly flashed with the embarrassing situation of being unable to move while being held in that guy's arms, and then she gritted her teeth secretly.
After finally sneaking out to get some fresh air, wouldn't it be more embarrassing to rush back like this? And it would probably be impossible to sneak out again.
She made a decisive decision. Jibril conserved her elves and no longer used spatial transfer to move, but instead glided directly downwards.
As for the dwarf flying ship that she shot down?
Hmm... such a small matter is not worthy of being remembered, right~
She had already left it behind.
Jibril remembered this city - correction, this ruin.
After all, those audacious forest bastards dared to set their minds on manipulating the Flügel. Such stupid and disrespectful beasts were quite bold even in the experience of the Flügel... She might as well give them death as a gift. She hoped they would have some self-awareness in their dreams.
Perhaps what was more worthy of commemoration here was the fantasmal that was exterminated. It was a little regrettable. Even though it had such strong power, it became a flawed life form because of the magic circles of the Elf and the fairy, and was instead completely exterminated there by Jibril and thirty Flügel who destroyed its core.
Perhaps out of the mentality of punishing the weeds and being annoyed that such a powerful existence perished so humiliatingly, Jibril cleansed all the Elf and all related facilities that were related to that stupid magic circle without any reservation. It was even her who personally led the team to erase the traces of life. Out of bored curiosity, Jibril also took away many books from here.
Although she couldn't understand the Elf language and was not interested in plant-related texts... Compared to talking to flowers and plants, Jibril would rather go straight to sleep.