As that beautiful voice sounded, a figure flapping its wings landed in front of Wu Ming.
The other party was also wearing the same clothes as the other Flügel, with socks of different lengths and colors, and even just one shoe. The cloth that couldn't hide much flesh, the long ends, and the pair of small wings at the waist, made one doubt whether it could push him to fly. Golden orange pupils, eyes full of death. With her long glowing pink hair and a hole like a magic circle on one side of her head, she looked very mysterious.
Wu Ming couldn't help but admire, they really were sisters. Azrael's costume was similar to that of the girl. Azrael's hair color was different from the girl in front of her, except for the different eyes. The opening is a little more complicated, and Unless the face is not the same, Wu Ming believes that the two are sisters.
Instead, it was another Flügel, because they were always babies, and Wu Ming couldn't identify what they had in common, so a Flügel of the same size as Azrael came over, and Wu Ming started to compare.
However, several places caught Wu Ming's attention. The figure of the Flügel girl was graceful like an angel, but her eyes were as cruel as a demon's, and her body was full of blood.
Even though the Flügel were all 16 or 17 year old girls, because of the war, they were full of violence and death, and Azrael was the same.
But the Flügel in front of Wu Ming had a bloody aura that was fiercer than any other Flügel, and the name of the God-killing weapon was undoubtedly revealed on his body.
Wu Ming looked at the other party's eyes, although the other party smiled, but the "death" in his eyes was no less than the other Flügel, on the contrary, the other Flügel was unable to catch up.
This is a very dangerous person, more dangerous than all the existing Flügel. This was Wu Ming's conclusion.
What was even more interesting was that the other party was not a child like the other Flügel, but a normal girl like Azrael.
"Jibril, why did you come back! Where did you go before, meow!?" Azrael said to the Flügel girl named Jibril with a helpless expression.
"I was attracted by the battle between Lord Artosh and Lord Wu Ming~ Then I was blown away by the aftermath of the two Lords. I happened to run into a strange human with a severed arm, and I played around with him a bit~" The girl called Jibril giving Azrael a sweet smile.
Wu Ming found a clue from these words.
From his words, Wu Ming could judge that the other party was interested in when he and Artosh fought, which meant that the other party had spatial abilities that surpassed other Flügels, otherwise, they would not have found a fight between him and Artosh.
After that, Jibril was probably affected by the space explosion and was instantly ejected, so she didn't follow Azrael and the others to find Wu Ming.
Moreover, Wu Ming feels that the other party's strength is much stronger than Azrael's, and the other party does not have the slightest aura of violence, and even she can leave Avant Heim without permission, and the other party has not changed from exhaustion, there is no doubt that this Flügel special.
"Lord Wu Ming, she is Jibril, the last Flügel created by Lord Artosh, the last piece of extra-special individual. It can be said that he is stronger than our Flügel, and has an example of a crusade against his own race."
Wu Ming suddenly realized, no wonder the other party was so special, it turned out to be an extra individual made by Artosh.
Under normal circumstances, the first job and the last job are special. Azrael, as the first job, has the power to command the Flügel, while Jibril, as the last job of the auxiliary individual, has the strongest power.
As a god-killing weapon, the Flügel naturally had strict team duties, while Jibril had no team and acted alone.
And most likely because of this, Jibril did not participate in the release of the Heavenly Smite attack.
But this didn't surprise Wu Ming, Jibril wasn't involved, most likely because of Azrael's orders.
No matter how stupid Azrael is, she won't let the Flügel fall in a weak state, Jibril is Azrael's backhand.
Wu Ming's guess was right, because Jibril's intention made her break away from Avant Heim, and Azrael didn't care about Jibril anymore, and took Avant Heim and all of Flugel with her, finding Wu Ming.
After that, Jibril found Avant Heim and returned.
Wu Ming didn't expect Jibril to not know about Artosh's death, but from the other party's expression, breath, and emotions, Jibril wasn't that sad.
But Wu Ming didn't pay attention to it now, Jibril's words just now made him very concerned.
"You said you met a human with a severed arm, what about the others?" Wu Ming looked at Jibril seriously.
No wonder, the human with the severed arm that Jibril touched was Riku.
Wu Ming sent Riku straight to the Lucia continent, God knows how Jibril got there.
Even if it was affected by the spatial shock caused by Wu Ming and Artosh, could it go this far?
In fact, the reason is very simple. Jibril wanted to use her spatial ability to enter the space where Wu Ming and Artosh fought, namely the Temple of the God of War Artosh. As a result, a spatial explosion occurred just then. Due to the instability of space, Jibril was instantly blocked by the fluctuations caused by the space shaking and then teleported.
Jibril should be said to be lucky, but just got hit by the spatial shock caused by Wu Ming and Artosh, said she was unlucky, but Jibril happened to meet Riku who was teleported by Wu Ming.
As a Flügel, their favorite thing is to collect the heads of various races as trophies, and they don't let the enemy go because of the enemy's strength.
So, Wu Ming was a little worried about Jibril's shot at Riku.
Jibril smiled sweetly at Wu Ming then explained.
"Ah, don't worry Lord Wu Ming, since he has your aura of power, so I just teased him a little and didn't hurt him."
Indeed, Riku's right hand still had the magic power leaking from the Arm of Desire still remaining on it. If it weren't for the special technique, it would take a few days for the remaining magic power to dissipate automatically.
"Thanks for not hurting him. He is my friend." Wu Ming's tone was relaxed, and he no longer felt the pressure from before.
"This is what I have to do~" said Jibril gracefully.
Then, Jibril gave a dangerous look.
"Then Lord Wu Ming, let's talk about the contract."