"...So ugly."
"That's how the Demon Race is~, theoretically, even the same series of Demon Races are not exactly the same. The appearance only depends on the fantasy of the Phantasma when they are created."
"Then the aesthetic of the Phantasma is a bit too poor, isn't it? Thinking from this perspective, the creations of the Old Deus are more pleasant to look at."
"Eh? Is Su'er subtly praising me?"
"Huh? Uh... well, that's right. It is."
After a slightstunned, Su'er nodded decisively.
"Heh~," The smart Miss Jibril naturally wouldn't fail to see that this man was making it up on the spot.
Su'er's initial fright only lasted for a short time. After discovering that the Demon Race did not notice their appearance, he quickly entered a pure observation mode. The two even commented on the appearance of these Demon Races with great interest.
They have no appearance.
Except for the Demon Races that Jibril had specially selected, Su'er had only seen the Orcs and the huge worm-like Demon Race before. They looked very fierce and powerful, but compared to the Demon Races he had just seen, they were too... regular.
They were either writhing lumps of flesh or things born by splicing together the limbs of various races. Su'er could see the characteristics of many other races on that Demon Race, and some were just huge guys, their bodies were like an island.
Compared to these aliens, the Orcs could be considered handsome.
"Let's go, let's go," Feeling a bit sick to his stomach, Su'er urged with a difficult expression.
"Eh? Not taking a picture this time?" Jibril secretly held back a laugh.
"What's there to take a picture of with something that looks so uncomfortable... to have nightmares at night?" Su'er retorted with a hollow look in his eyes, "Let's go, is there any place that is beautiful and pretty?"
"Hmm~, you really lack patience~," Jibril sighed in an exaggerated manner and pretended to hold her forehead in a headache, "No way, then get ready~, Jibril Go~!"
A beautiful, rainbow-like space. When they passed through this space, Su'er knew that they had arrived at a new scenic spot.
Was it black ash?
However, unlike all the black ash Su'er had seen before, it didn't just drift disorderly with the wind. They were now condensed together, forming a giant tree that went straight up to the clouds. Its surface was sparkling with a luminous green light. The remains of these dead Elf races were gathered together by some unknown force, as if they were solid.
"If you touch it with your hand, you will lose your flesh and blood, you know?" Floating next to Su'er, Jibril reminded him kindly.
This man had an expression of being attracted by this scene just now. One hand had already reached out, wanting to touch this strange 'tree'.
"Ah, I won't," Woken up by Jibril's call, Su'er quickly retracted his right hand and then dodged a lump of black ash that floated past him.
These remains of the Elf race seemed to have gained life again after death. Under the control of the strange power that existed in this place, they were even constantly deforming. Su'er even saw them turn into the appearance of the Elf, and in the next moment, they turned into the appearance of a race he didn't know, flying around this giant tree endlessly.
A one-of-a wonder composed of black ash on the entire planet; a sky like an aurora cutting across the distant sea, covering even the blood-red sky; gorgeous colorful rocks... and so on.
There were too many of them. This planet, which had experienced endless wars, had too many strange and beautiful landscapes. Even though no one appreciated them, they still existed here, as if declaring to Su'er that there was not only cruel death here.
"How is it? Isn't it beautiful?" It was a rare moment for Jibril to show an expression of yearning. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the air around her as if she were intoxicated.
Even though she had been here countless times, her fondness for it was different every time, as if she would never get tired of it.
"Ah... indeed..." His mind was already shaken by the scenery in front of him, and there was even a kind of unspoken reverence - a reverence that came from the instinct of his bloodline.
It was as if this land, this air, and this space were all showing him their power, so proud that they despised everything.
A pure white world, not transparent. Everything the naked eye could see emitted a crystalline white light from the inside out. The white ground, the white trees, the white rocks, like the purest crystals.
There was a blue and white smoke coiling in the air. There were irregular giant rocks floating in the air, some big and some small. Su'er even had a strange illusion - a corner of this world was breathing.
"...Where is... this place?" When he actually spoke, Su'er found that every word he said seemed to have a passive echo, a pause that he couldn't control.
"A place where an Old Deus fell," Jibril didn't keep him in suspense. In this sacred place, even she felt a sense of reverence, reverence for that power.
"The Divine Core was destroyed and fell here. The overflowing power permanently changed everything here. The rules of physics? The rules of magic? Whatever... All that exists here is her power..." Jibril's voice became extremely low.
"..."
Without saying anything more, Su'er just felt and adapted to this visual and psychological impact. Regardless of the origin of this place, the scenery in front of him was enough to be called the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen from his previous life until now.
It was such a shame that Think didn't come.
Su'er felt a sense of inexplicable regret in his heart.
In this pure white world, even the spirits flowing here seemed to have fallen asleep. Everything maintained a harmonious and peaceful, inexplicably lazy state.
"Speaking of which... why did you choose to let Think and me go back then? Especially after your power recovered."
With his muscles relaxed all over, Su'er and Jibril sat side by side on the top of the highest floating rock. The height of the pink-haired Flügel loli only reached his shoulder when she sat down. He turned his head and looked at the halo on top of Jibril's head and suddenly asked curiously.
"Do you remember, Su'er?" Jibril didn't answer immediately. She just shook her legs and said, "According to your horror movie theory, the protagonist inside would not die, but he had to happily tell a passerby after escaping that he had just met a ghost. Then the passerby would lift his hair and say - was it a ghost like this?"
"And then he died," Jibril looked up at Su'er, with an evil smile on her lips, "Do you think you are any different from this protagonist?"