Chapter 251

Jibril felt her surrounding companions were boasting without basis; likewise unable to use Spirit Power, she in her young girl physique fighting against an Elf in adult form could not take any advantage at all.

However, Jibril's combat will was astonishing; under the teasing of a group of Flügel, she finally won relying on her own perseverance, and the price paid was her face being pinched swollen; likewise, Sink Nirvalen also paid a heavy price.

After losing, she covered her own chest, rubbing the nipple area, and the Flügel she fought completely lacked martial virtue, pinching the grape and pulling hard outward, nearly thinking it would be torn off, tears already hanging in this Elf's eye sockets.

Sink Nirvalen looked at the boy with some resentment; Broly felt a bit embarrassed being watched, stood up and walked over to ask: "Want me to help rub it for you?"

Sink Nirvalen: "..."

You watched when we fought, but come over when there's advantage to take? This Elf originally wanted to refuse, yet sensed a killing gaze.

Azriel, recovered to good condition, looked at her with a displeased face.

She herself had never pinched Jibril's face like that, yet this damn monkey living in the forest actually pinched Jibril's face swollen; if it were her...

Cough cough, as the Flügel's big sister, she noted down this grudge.

Watching the Elf accept the New God's comfort, Azriel had no choice but to also lean close to Jibril's side, breathing heavier with a face full of expectation asking: "Jibril, do you want big sister to also help rub your face?"

Jibril stepped back, looking at this Flügel big sister with some dislike, and ran over to Broly's side: "Don't rub hers, rub mine, my face was also pinched swollen by this guy."

Broly: "..."

Could only do one in each hand, helped rub both.

Not to mention, Xiao Ji Pu Li Er's face was delicate and tender, not inferior to Sink Nirvalen's at all.

Relax Tendons and Activate Blood, the massage learned in the Previous World took effect, not long after rubbing open the swollen places of both.

Watching both their Happiness Values rise somewhat, Broly felt satisfied.

As for Jibril and Sink Nirvalen staring at each other, he didn't mind.

If these two fight again, he also doesn't mind acting as a massage therapist afterwards.

While helping massage rub the injured places of both, standing there earning this Happiness Value.

"Lord Rick has already met his sister Corone Dola, currently waiting for you at a mountain peak in the West Direction, five hundred sixty-seven kilometers from This Side."

At this time, the Ex-Machina at the side reported.

"Want to go see the Star Cup, follow me over."

Broly hoisted Sink Nirvalen, conveniently injecting Life Energy into Xiao Ji Pu Li Er's body to help her recover to Big Jibril state, then said to the other Trumpet Flügel.

"Broly-sama, do you plan to fly over yourself?"

Raphael asked.

"Yes, what about it?"

Broly looked at this little Flügel with only a Single Wing, somewhat confused by her question.

"Why need you fly yourself, Avant Heim can bring us over."

Raphael said.

This living Sky City was originally the War God's mount.

Normally when there is no target, it just relies on Spirit Power to slowly drift in the Stratosphere.

When there is a target, it can also move quickly.

With a roar from Avant Heim, the entire Sky City changed form.

From disorderly arranged Crystal Bodies, turning into a Crystal Giant Whale.

Flapping its tail, a large amount of Spirit Power pushed the Sky City, flying toward the destination.

Five hundred sixty-seven kilometers, only flew three hours, speed approaching one hundred ninety kilometers per hour.

And when Rick saw Broly again, the Saiyan boy was jumping down from the Crystal Body's aerial whale.

Descending together were also a group of Flügel who recovered condition through Recovery Formula in these three hours.

"Shuvi, what's going on, why would the Flügel and their mobile base come over to This Side together?"

Rick was somewhat dazed.

"Uh, forgot to remind Rick, Broly obtained the War God's inheritance, he is now the Flügel's New Owner."

Shuvi belatedly shared the Saiyan boy's latest intelligence.

Rick: "..."

Why not tell him such important news earlier? "Rick..."

Corone held her younger brother's back collar, somewhat uneasily hiding behind him.

For Renwulei, a single Flügel is a dangerously incomparable Existence, let alone a group of Flügel.

"Don't be afraid, Dora-sister, you are the wife Broly took a fancy to, in other words, you are also this group of Flügel's Mistress."

Rick comforted his own sister, and his words were also heard by Sink Nirvalen being carried down.

【Flügel's Mistress?】

This Elf's ears twitched, then with a pa sound her buttocks received a slap.

"Why hit me?"

Sink Nirvalen turned her head to ask Big Jibril, face somewhat shameful and angry.

"Because I sensed this guy thinking some impolite things!"

Jibril replied.

Wanting to ride on their Flügel heads as Mistress, this Long Ear doesn't even check who she is.

"Then what about her, does she also need a beating?"

Sink Nirvalen landed, one hand rubbing her butt, the other pointing at Corone hiding behind Rick, and asked.

Obviously, she realized the other party was the third wife, and after being unable to oppose Jibril this guy alone, planned to pull a Helper.

Although Corone appears to be a Renwulei monkey without Spirit Power, on this level of Forest Elf's Fight, whether one can use Spirit Power seems not very important.

The Flügel scrutinized Corone, Corone shrank her neck.

Rick's mouth twitched; that line of his was only to comfort his sister.

This Forest Elf Supreme Military Commander is truly detestable — she can even shift the blame and borrow strength to strike back.

"Esteemed Flügel, just now was merely a jest. My sister felt uneasy because of your arrival, so I comforted her; please do not take it to heart. If you must blame someone, blame me." Rick's thoughts moved fast; he did not want the Forest Elf's scheme to succeed, so he directly shouldered the responsibility himself.

And this indeed should be blamed on himself — he carelessly treated the hearing of these non-human existences by the standard of normal humans.

He did not expect that, across a distance of over ten meters, the quiet words he spoke to Sister Dora would be heard by the Forest Elf on Broly's shoulder.

*Smack—*

"What are you thinking? Don't think I don't know."

Jibril slapped Sink Nirvalen's butt again.

As for Corone, Jibril had nothing much to hold against her.

An ordinary human's level is far too low.

Even Rick was only taken seriously when his scheme nearly succeeded.

"The Flügel's Mistress can only be me!"

Jibril declared so.

"Hah, a mere Little Sister!"

At this, the other Flügel also had their attention diverted, and they were quite dissatisfied with Jibril's boast.

"As expected, it's you, this guy."

Sink Nirvalen rubbed her butt, narrowing her eyes dangerously at Rick, who was no longer masked and no longer concealing his human identity.

"Long time no see, Lord Sink Nirvalen."

Rick was also very polite, greeting this Forest Elf who had sacrificed her left hand and left eye to meet him once, and used intelligence to induce her to act.

"I don't quite understand your previous act of deliberately corroding your own body with black ash, then coming to leak intelligence to me. Since you possess combat power that can even defeat the War God, you fundamentally had no need to do this, human."

Sink Nirvalen narrowed her eyes, probing with a question.

"To obtain peace, rather than relying on others, better to rely on oneself."

Rick replied with a smile.

He could not very well tell the truth — before, Broly's existence simply did not exist; if it had existed early on, why would humans rely on themselves? Was it not because other powerful existences let them see no hope of ending the war? "Alright, brother-in-law, let's discuss how to end this world's eternal war!"

Not waiting for Sink Nirvalen to continue probing, Rick smiled at the Saiyan boy and said.

"Then what should I do, punch through the planet right here and now?"

Broly asked.

"No no no, this isn't urgent yet. We must ensure that after you pierce the Spirit Corridor of the planet, the Star Cup will appear directly on your side."

Rick shook his head and said.

"And to achieve this, I hope you can go find the other Divine Spirits and talk about the Star Cup's ownership."

Before, Rick's plan could be said to be very high-stakes; his plan to sneakily grab the Star Cup, because he was human, actually had many aspects he had not considered — for example, the Star Cup's appearance would have a higher probability of landing in the War God's hands.

Even if the Ex-Machina successfully subjugated the War God after the planet's Spirit Corridor was pierced, the Star Cup still had a probability of appearing in the hands of other Divine Spirit Species; not knowing what other Divine Spirit Species would do upon obtaining the Star Cup, this contained a gambling element.

But now it is different — this brother-in-law Broly's combat power is already the strongest in the current world; even the War God was floored by him.

Then could other Divine Spirit Species still be his enemies? And when a one-hundred-percent victory situation exists, there is now no need to take any risks out of urgency.

Rick hopes Broly can summon the other Divine Spirit Species and persuade them to voluntarily hand over the Star Cup.

Alright, if persuasion fails, beating them into submission is actually also fine.

Even, like the War God, making those Divine Spirit Species retire from this world.

What, you say his rule of no casualties, violating it means even losing counts as a loss? Speaking of which, they didn't win either; the winner is the Saiyan, his brother-in-law, what does that have to do with them humans?

Facts prove Rick is not a rigid person; as long as he can end this great war that has spanned a vast stretch of time, he will stop at nothing.

And what is comparatively surprising is, when Rick proposed a plan to have Broly securely obtain the Star Cup, Sink Nirvalen also joined in.

"I understand Lord Kenas; I can help you persuade Him to withdraw from the Star Cup competition."

"Forest God Kenas is your Forest Elves' god; as a Forest Elf, why would you help us?"

"Wrong. I am not helping you; I am helping my husband."

In just a few hours, Sink Nirvalen had begun to regard herself as Broly's wife.

"I am also a peace-loving person; if this eternal great war can end, that is also something I look forward to seeing."

This is a lie — Sink Nirvalen does not care whether the war ends or not; she merely sensed Broly had the intention to end the war, so she went along and said it.

And the reason she wants to assist Broly in obtaining the Star Cup is because she herself also wants to obtain the Star Cup.

Of course, she knows she lacks the qualification, but indirect acquisition is also acceptable.

Compared to winning the Star Cup for her own god, winning it for her own husband is clearly more advantageous; not to mention her husband now has unrivaled combat power — other Divine Spirit Species who can't even beat the War God, with what would they come to contend? And Broly, although the time spent getting along with this strange little husband is not much, Sink Nirvalen can see that he is not a person who would manage affairs.

Obtaining the Star Cup but not managing affairs — then who would become the manager, become the Unique God's Representative managing this world?

Could it be the belligerent Flügel? Or the incomparably weak humans who were previously treated as wild monkeys by the various races? No, they are not good choices; the only choice is her, only she, the former Forest Elf Supreme Military Commander, the existence hailed as the Forest Elf Flower Crown Consort.

In the original world line, the Game God Tet obtained the Star Cup, and relying on the Star Cup to establish covenant rules for the whole world, she, realizing the world had changed, decisively united with others inside the Forest Elves, hollowed out her own Divine Spirit into a god with only a name but no real power — an Empty Frame God — which shows what kind of person she is.

Ambition, filled with desire for power — Sink Nirvalen is a genuine schemer; and now realizing she herself may possibly become this world's Mistress, this Forest Elf quickly figured out her own stance.

Forest God who?

Sorry, not too familiar.

Forest Elves what?

Don't contact; she's afraid her little husband would misunderstand her stance.

Sink Nirvalen deployed a technique, making flower-like plant chairs grow from the ground; after sitting on one, she pulled Broly over.

Without the slightest mind, she served as a meat cushion sofa for Broly, and was even more proactive than Rick opposite, proposing various plans to sweep away all obstacles that might hinder the boy from becoming the Unique God.

This is a political creature; her sudden fervor for Broly stems from her passion for the immense power she can see in the future.

Broly chose her—Sink Nirvalen had not known why before, but now there was only one explanation.

That was that she, Sink Nirvalen, was the Mistress of This World, the Mandate of Heaven.

(Chapter End)