Chapter 938:
Jibril looked at the sky, recalling the promise that Yong Ye once said that she would see the real sky, the corner of her mouth couldn't help showing a smile, but then she opened her eyes in surprise at something that slipped across her cheeks. .
"Wow!? This, what's going on!?
Jibril couldn't help but exclaimed because she was too surprised, although she knew what it was, and understood that it was the protective fluid for the eyes of living things, and at the same time, when living things were emotionally intense, this kind of thing would also flow out—— - Tears.
Why are there tears? Obviously not in the state of larvae?
…is it because a promise made years ago was fulfilled, or is it because a father-like existence died? Or is my father's wish finally fulfilled?
The turbulent emotions made her unable to control herself. The girl who didn't understand why could only hold herself and let the big tears fall from her cheeks.
On the other hand, Azrael, who was not dead, but was caught in the net and had become a young girl, just looked at everything around her with complex eyes, and finally looked up at the sky blankly, and started to be stunned.
When Yong Ye let the star cup sink into himself, he came over and noticed Jibril's state, hesitantly hugged Jibril, and patted her back gently, as if when he was coaxing a crying child, Aziz. Lil noticed that he didn't have any other reaction, and the six Flügel girls behind him stared at him first.
Even in the form of young girls, their killing intent is real and quite astonishing.
However... this behavior is completely meaningless. In any case, it is impossible for them to cause any injury to the only God of Yongye, even if each of them is as powerful as the God of War Artixu, the result will be the same, because... They are in this world themselves, born in this world, and conditioned by this world.
"---enough!"
Azrael stood up from the ground, broke free from the net that Jibril was no longer controlling, and scolded her sisters angrily.
"Did you not hear the last words of Lord Artesius? Are you going to disobey the last order of Lord Artesius?"
"this……"
"We...are the prize..."
"New God..."
"...is the new owner?"
An empty Flügel looked at Yong Ye with bewildered eyes.
The **** of war, Artesio, has died, but the new **** has become the new master. Facing this absolutely unbelievable, but only admitted fact, the six wings of the Flügel and the resurrected all are at a loss.
They are weapons created by Artosh to annihilate gods and other races. They have always followed orders to kill the enemy. They were swords born just to dedicate the throne of the only **** to Artosh.
Since the mission failed and the master died, the sword that existed only for this purpose did not need to continue to exist.
In this way, the only option in front of them who were facing the Sword of Masterless was death, and Yong Ye had already foreseen this, and let him transfer the ownership of Flügel before the decisive battle with Arto.
Therefore, since the old master made an agreement before his death to give the sword to the victor, then they who have been transferred have no right to make a judgment on whether they should die or not.
Even if the new master is the one who killed the old master, they, as swords, have no right to object.
"...Yeah, we are the sword sent by Lord Artosu... Since Lord Artosu said that this Lord is the new master, then it is the new master. This is the last order of Lord Artosu, and the ownership of the sword will be transferred."
As the leader of the Flügel, Azrael lowered her head and muttered to herself after announcing Artesu's final order.
"...We are swords...that's all."
After saying this, Azrael put away the nimbus, folded her wings, and slowly knelt down on one knee with all the Flügels. This was a gesture of absolute loyalty that Flügel only showed to the master.
"From now on, you are the king of our Flügel, the master of the Flügel, the monarch of the Flügel...until you no longer need us and abandon us."
"…Will not."
"It doesn't matter, we are just swords, just props."
Although Yong Ye said no, but Azrael, who was in a trance state, only replied so quietly.
"how to say……"
Annoyed, he patted his head five times, which was still painful and dizzy, Yong Ye let go of Jibril who had calmed down, squatted down and looked at Azrael, who was on one knee, and patted the already young. her little brain.
"I think so... Well, forgive me for my rude words. In short, I think you have an independent mind, not a simple sword. At least you love your sister very much, don't you? It's not like that with a sword."
"…That is……"
"Speaking of which, don't you want to kill me to avenge the old master? Or, do you also know what Artosh has wished for so many years?"
"..."
Azrael fell into silence, lowered her head and said nothing, and Yong Ye didn't know what to say at this time, she could only continue to touch her emerald green hair, thinking about what to say, and at this time...
"Senior Azrael of course knows, but there is no way to implement it, and I may still be grateful to you in my heart, but... Since Lord Artesius said so, you will be my monarch, my king, from now on. My master, the kind that I can't get rid of...because, I wait for loyalty, and from now on, it will only belong to you."
Just like Azrael, Jibril knelt on one knee on the ground, as if swearing in front of God, but her words were a little different from Azrael.
"...I don't need you to say that I wouldn't do that."
"Then, pardon me, can you swear?"
"Are you worrying too much? But it doesn't matter... I swear in the name of the One God, I will never transfer the ownership of any Flügel... Can you believe this?"
The star cup emerged from Yongye's head, acknowledging the promise. He knew very well that Jibril was worried about the situation of his sisters, and also hoped to speed up the recognition of him by the sisters, so he did this, so he simply cooperated, so that Jibril could feel at ease.
"Thank you very much, my monarch."
"...You're welcome, and you should get up quickly, ah, by the way, I always feel that this name is very strange, or else it's the original..."
"—Brother Um... What's the matter with all these young girls surrounding you? Can you talk about it?"
Before Yong Ye could finish speaking, Xin Ke didn't know where he appeared, and when he saw it, he put away his iconic halo and wings. At first glance, the Flügels, who looked like ordinary young girls, looked like goddesses. A gentle gaze turned to him.
For some reason, Mingming's eyes are very gentle, but it inexplicably makes Yongye's headache worse, and he still doesn't know that Xinke has not found that these are Flügel.
"...there's a reason for that."
"I will listen slowly"
"...Really? So where do I start?"
Yong Ye, who was seriously troubled, was thinking about how to talk about this kind of thing, but Xin Ke came over with a smile and said again.
"Before that, let's congratulate you, big brother"
"...Did you say star cup?"
"Yes"
"...Star Cup, it's not as exciting as I thought after getting it."
Shaking his head with a wry smile, he looked up at the distant sky, Yong Ye fell into contemplation of what was going to happen next, but...without waiting for him to think twice, his vision suddenly darkened, and the man fell to the ground.
"...Hey? Big brother??"