I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Sorry, Rick....

I'm sorry....gram——

There was a sound of something being cut off by its roots, and then Hubie's consciousness went blank.

Snap.

"Ah?"

Jibril opened her eyes wide, blinked, and slowly lowered her head to look at the pair of severed hands on the ground.

what happened?

Raising her arms, Jibril looked at her arms with only bare elbows left. The two hands that originally belonged to her had fallen to the ground.

"Is this the end of the fight?"

There came a resentful whisper like the one in hell——

It was only now that the severe pain in the arm was felt, but the feeling that her heart seemed to be penetrated by something was even worse. Jibril could not even move herself at all, and her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

"It's totally not enough. This level..."

His teeth began to chatter out of fear, making a clicking sound.

"——You, the Flügels, are called the 'strongest' race. Is this just the extent of it?"

"....!"

"I always feel..."

"What a disappointment."

Chapter 72 Bad News

The world suddenly turned upside down, and when Jibril came to her senses again, the sky was already darkened in front of her.

He was knocked down to the ground, no... not [knocked down], but...

The cold blade was pressed against his neck, and the enemy's voice came from above his head.

"Although I really want to kill you because you hurt Hubie like this and almost killed her..."

What?

"But I'm not one to break my promises. I promised them..."

Promised to Rick, promised to Ai Xueer...

Swear to consent—

"Don't let anyone die again."

Jibril rolled her eyes and looked at the man standing in front of her in a execution posture with a knife. The goggles and mask and cloak that originally covered the face have been destroyed by the constant bombing attacks and [Sky Strikes].

Only the clothes she had never seen before were left on her body, a blue gown, and her black hair lost its restraints and fluttered in the wind behind her back.

He looked into those eyes.

That feeling.

Ah, Jibril opened her eyes wide.

She finally remembered what that feeling was.

"Who are you...?" Jibril, who had her limbs cut off and lost all her strength, lay on the ground and tried her best to force the question out of her throat.

"Cheng Rang."

He answered his questions generously.

"As you can see, I'm human."

Doubting the protection given by the creator "War God Artosh", the defensive wall with more powerful protection broke like an eggshell under the white blade.

Before he could even react, his limbs were severed and he lost all ability to move.

After releasing the Sky Strike, Jibril's combat power was greatly reduced due to weakness. After receiving such a level of heavy damage, her life was like a candle in the wind.

And that answer.

What, humans? !

"Only a ghost can believe it..."

I just remember that feeling now.

It was like - the master who created himself, when he was looked at by the God of War Artosh, his whole body seemed to be squeezed and suffocated by the heavy gaze.

However, he said he would not kill himself...

Then when I return to Abant Heim, this human being——

"Do you want to go back?" He asked himself as if he understood the message in his eyes.

"..." Jibril closed her mouth knowingly.

I can't beat him. This guy himself can't beat him no matter what, even though he's just a human.

It's really a bit ridiculous.

"Don't worry, I will let you go. Remember to tell your friends about what you have experienced~"

Bah!

Without any warning - the blade mercilessly penetrated the wings behind Jibril's waist, pulling it roughly horizontally and smashing it to pieces.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Staring at the screaming Jibril on the ground with a calm expression, Cheng Rang smacked his lips and looked back at Hubie who was pulling hard on his trousers.

Even though she was covered with bruises, she still climbed up from the ground with difficulty and tried her best to stop Cheng Rang's behavior.

"...Cheng, that's enough...if you continue like this...you will lose..."

Under Jibril's even somewhat frightened gaze, Cheng Rang remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Sorry, I didn't control myself well, Hubie, let's go back?"

"......Um."

He seemed to let himself go.

Jibril watched as she leaned down to pick up the Ex-Machina. That Ex-Machina seemed to have a name?

Is it called Hubie?

Jibril closed her eyes as she stared at the man's back holding the Ex-Machina as he left on the scorched earth.

Lord Artho, maybe you can

A guy who can bring you fun has appeared.

I feel the same "strongest" in him as you do...

That feeling can't be wrong, eh.

...

"You are really messing around."

".....sorry....."

Cheng Rang looked helplessly at Hubi, who was shrinking in his arms and apologizing constantly, and sighed.

"Can your body be repaired like this?"

"Yes...but it will take a long time..."

"How long is long?"

"...At least eighty hours, forty-five minutes and thirty-one seconds."

Cheng Rang couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, it seems like a lifetime for Rick who is waiting for you to go back."

".....sorry....."

"There's no need to apologize to me. Just heal your wounds and prepare to go back and be scolded by Rick."

Hubie glanced to the side and mumbled.

——————————

The game ends, Hubi and Cheng Rang are dead.

The ghost, who had observed the information from afar with a portable telescope, hurriedly returned to the base and informed Rick of the news.

The most powerful attack from the Flügel, the direct bombardment of [Sky Strike], would probably evaporate any individual of any race in an instant, and even the sky would melt into a big hole, not to mention Cheng Rang and Xiu who were at extremely close range. Than, the subsequent results are no longer important.

"I see."

After getting up, he found that there was no one around him. After receiving this notification, Rick could roughly guess what happened.

In order not to worry themselves, Hubie and Cheng asked them to go out to set up traffic control. As a result, they encountered wandering Flügel. They were unable to hide and were discovered... and then fought...

No, it's not so much a battle, but a unilateral "murder", right?

Rick pretended to be strong on the surface, and even returning to the room was the limit.

Sitting at the empty table opposite, he was playing the chess game he had played countless times with Hubie and Cheng.

Just like what I did when I was a child in the distant past, playing a game that I could never win.

While playing chess, he looked at the empty space in front of him.

Even if he is suspected of being insane, but he can indeed see it, there is nothing he can do about it... As expected, there is a young man with a proud smile just like before.

Hubie said she believed in the God of Games.

"Hey...why can't you win..."

The boy would never answer, but Rick still asked deliberately.

"I thought I would definitely win this time... If I work with Hubi, Cheng, and everyone else, I think we can win."

[Rule 2] Don’t let anyone die.

[Rule 6] Any violation of the above will be considered a defeat.

"Why can't we win...!"

Yes, at the point of violation, the game was over - he lost again.

Not to mention the loss was Hubie;

"give it to me."

And that guy who doesn't keep his word...

"What am I missing...tell me! Hey, are you there!?"

Anyone who saw it would just think he had finally gone crazy. Rick roared into the void and at the boy sitting opposite - the God of Games.

The young man didn't answer, but the smile on his face got bigger, as if he was laughing at himself.

"Please... just once... can't you let me win even once? In that case——"

"In that case, why... give it to humans, give it to me as a human being!"

Hubei's dream helped him open his 'heart'.

But now he couldn't find any meaning. Rick just screamed with his tired body.

"Although I don't know where God created human beings! If you want to keep losing and losing in this world, and just keep getting killed and lost - then why do you have a heart? Answer me!!"

He dragged his swaying body and shouted as if pleading:

"Hey, where are you? Even though I don't know who you are, answer me! I'm begging you..."

no answer.

He didn't expect an answer from the beginning, his body was already in a state of disrepair.

Rick was disappointed and frustrated. After yelling crazily, he fell down on the chair and looked at the strategic map.

He calmly sorted out the situation.