Chapter 253: You Make Me Eat Horse? I'll Make You Eat Shit!

"Damn it, shouldn't the Flügel be facing off against the Elf alliance and the Dwarf alliance right now? Why are they appearing here?"

The Beastman Race, possessing beast ears and fangs, looked in terror at the Flügel appearing in the sky above.

Just a single Flügel arriving is already a massive threat capable of destroying their tribe; let alone now, when not just one but multiple Flügel have appeared overhead, already assuming an encircling formation surrounding their tribe.

"You beasts' information is truly outdated; that war ended long ago."

Jibril, descending from the air, spoke thus to an old one-eyed werewolf.

"Apologies, we are unaware of this matter, yet we do not know what noble purpose brings the various Flügel-sama to our tribe?"

The werewolf tribe chief was exceedingly polite; given the overwhelming disparity in strength, he dared not show the slightest hostility toward the Flügel.

"We are not looking for you; we are looking for the god behind you. Where is He?"

Hearing this, the werewolf chief revealed a troubled expression.

"What, don't want to answer?"

"No, it's that we also don't know where our god is."

"Eh, do you want to be dealt with?"

"Our god has been merely a legend since long ago; I haven't seen Him since I was born. Moreover, if a god truly still existed, our Beastman Race wouldn't possibly be split into so many tribes as we are now."

The werewolf chief explained with a hardened scalp, deathly afraid his own tribe would be indiscriminately dealt with by this group of Flügel searching for their god.

"So you're saying the Beastman Race's god is already dead?"

Regarding inferior creatures, the Flügel pay relatively little attention; a race like the Beastman Race, ranked at the tail end of the Race Hierarchy, is normally not cared about at all.

"I heard the Fox Tribe further east still enshrines a Divine Spirit, but no one has ever seen that Divine Spirit, and no one knows if it's true or false. If the various Flügel-sama wish to search for a god, you can go take a look over there."

The werewolf chief spoke thus.

"Fine, since you're of no further use, then go die."

"Ah, why?"

"Hah, you really think I can't tell you're diverting trouble toward that Fox Tribe? Mere inferior creatures daring to use us Flügel as a knife—believe it or not, I'll chop your head off?"

Jibril revealed a rather vicious smile.

"Damn it, Chief, we'll fight these Flügel to the death, Blood Rage—"

A young werewolf roared in anger, his entire body's fur instantly surfacing a blood-red color; the old werewolf couldn't stop him in time, and the young werewolf broke through the limits of a living being in an instant.

Arriving before Jibril at near-sonic speed, just as he prepared to swing his claws down, he was kicked flying by Jibril with a single kick.

"Bang—"

He directly smashed the small wooden house not far away into collapse.

"Bali!"

The other Beastman Race warriors shouted anxiously, one after another using Blood Rage, charging toward the surrounding Flügel.

Blood Rage is a burst trick that can enhance physical quality in a short time, and is also the trump card means by which the Beastman Race has survived in this world; it can generally amplify the Blood Rage individual Beastman's physical quality by three to five times.

However, life of Race Hierarchy Rank 6 and above, and creatures of Race Hierarchy Rank 6 and below, have a qualitative difference.

Even if these Beastman Race warriors are all Blood Rage individuals, each capable of instantly erupting with three to five times their physical quality, facing the Flügel with absurdly high stats, they are still just the part being abused like dishes.

Only incessant bang-bang sounds were heard; however fast the werewolf Beastman Race warriors charged at the Flügel, that fast were they kicked flying back, each collapsing on the ground unable to climb up.

"So this is the Beastman Race's Blood Rage? It really is weak enough!"

The Flügel wore a look of not having enjoyed themselves, feeling this group of Beastman Race was still inferior to those mindless Demon Race.

At least that Demon Race is more durable, with fast enough recovery; as sandbags they barely count as passable.

"..."

Seeing the tribe's young warriors defeated, the werewolf chief did not speak, silently removing the thick clothes on his body, revealing the dense scars underneath; his fur surged blood-red, muscles bulging, and he charged at Jibril.

The situation could no longer end well; death was already destined; thus he could only display the backbone of a Beastman Race Blood Rage individual.

Just seen, this old werewolf chief arrived before Jibril, executed a Z-pattern maneuver, dodged Jibril's incoming long leg, and arrived behind Jibril; he knew he was no match for the Flügel, right now merely preparing to leave a single wound on the suspected leading Flügel before death...

But, a spinning kick from Jibril shattered his wishful thinking; the gap between Beastman Race individuals and Flügel individuals is simply too great.

So great that even if the Beastman Race fights to the death wanting to leave a wound on a Flügel, it belongs to the realm of delusion.

"Want to live?"

Walking before the blood-vomiting werewolf chief, Jibril asked.

"Yes."

The werewolf chief nodded.

"If you want to live, go to your Beastman Race's other tribes and pass a message: tell them regardless of whether your Beastman Race's god is dead or not, the Star Cup is something the New Gods we serve want."

Leaving these words, Jibril led the other Flügel away.

"Eh, Chief, we didn't die?"

The fallen werewolves climbed up, watching the Flügel's distant flying figures, somewhat incredulous.

Those battlefield Death Gods like madmen, unexpectedly didn't casually kill them.

"What do we do now?"

A werewolf asked the old chief.

"What else can we do, pass the message for those Flügel. If we don't, I'm afraid those Flügel will come again and use Heavenly Strike on our tribe."

In this world, the strong take whatever they want; the weak can only bow and obey. Their Beastman Race can barely fight the Dwarf Race, and against the Elf Race they also have the power for one battle.

However, facing the Flügel who have already transcended biology, I fear only by gathering several tribes' Blood Rage individuals, and even then only if the Flügel don't fly, would it be possible to rely on Human Sea Tactics to exhaust a single Flügel to death.

This is fundamentally not an existence their Beastman Race can oppose; the werewolf chief prepared to go pass the message, while Jibril and the other Flügel returned to Avant Heim.

Jibril reported the situation; Avant Heim adjusted direction and headed toward that Fox Tribe Beastman Race tribe.

"Race Hierarchy 9, the Fairy Race's Divine Spirit, dealt with in three punches by Broly-sama.

Race Hierarchy 11, the vast majority of the Demon Race possess only the destructive biological instinct, no rationality, unable to communicate, currently being eliminated.

Its creator, a Fantasy Race mutant individual known as the Demon King, only wanted to destroy everything in this world, but was taken out in one blow by Broly-sama, with the core destroyed along with it, so it probably can't be resurrected anymore.

Race Hierarchy 12; the god of the Vampire Race fell long ago, and those vampire bats living in caves and castles surrendered directly.

Race Hierarchy 13; the Moon Chant Race isn't on this world at all. They and their god have lived above the Red Moon since before the Great War began, never intending to participate in the war, so they probably have no thoughts on the Star Cup either.

Race Hierarchy 14, the Beastman Race; their god is investigating, and it's uncertain whether they've fallen already.

Once we deal with the Beastman Race, then we'll deal with those Sea Race guys living in the deep sea, and Broly-sama will lead us to take on the races above Race Hierarchy Six—I'm really looking forward to it!

Every Flügel was eager to try; previously the War God had no interest in causing trouble for the weak, so something like leading the entire Flügel race to cleanse the world—they really hadn't done it before.

And just thinking about having to go against the Giant Race, Dragon Spirit Race, and Fantasy Race afterward, this group of【Battle, Awesome!】Flügel were quite eager to try.

The gloom brought by the War God's death didn't linger long; the Flügel soon sank into the excitement of serving the New Gods previously designated by the Creator, taking them to persuade others (cause trouble).

Not long after, Avant Heim arrived above the Fox Tribe, and the Flügel flew down without any attempt to hide their whereabouts. Under the Fox Tribe's gaze of furious indignation but powerless to speak, they took the Big Stone that the tribe had reverently offered generation after generation.

"This is Divine Marrow, right?"

Azriel has a better eye.

"But this should be pierced Divine Marrow, right?"

Raphael said.

"So, the Beastman Race's god is actually already dead?"

Jibril asked.

"Seems like it. This thing still has faint Magic Vitality, feeling like it's on the edge of recovery."

The three Flügel looked at me, I looked at you, somewhat unsure what to decide. So they prepared to take this Divine Marrow taken from the Fox Tribe to show Broly.

In the War God's former temple, Broly was playing International Chess with Corone.

"I'll play here."

Rick pulled Shuvi to hide to the side, not daring to look at that chessboard at all. Broly's chess skill was simply too high; Rick feared that if he looked, his own blood pressure would rise as well.

Others playing chess calculate step by step; Broly playing chess is called acting on whim. That they could have an evenly matched game was largely thanks to his own sister, someone very patient to play with a child.

If it were someone who normally knew how to play chess, probably within three games they'd feel playing chess with Broly was very uninteresting.

"Broly-sama, there's something I need you to decide."

Just as Broly actively sent his own queen to a dead end, and Corone Dola was preparing to pretend she didn't see and lose this chess game, Azriel walked in carrying a stone-shaped Divine Marrow.

"Eh, did you find the Beastman Race's Divine Spirit?"

Broly asked curiously.

"We found it, but it's not a Divine Spirit; it's a pierced Divine Marrow that's recovering."

Azriel explained while handing over the stone in his hand.

"Ah, Corone, you're playing bad chess with Broly this blockhead again?"

Jibril had by then leaned over to the chessboard and asked.

"What do you mean bad chess? I'm very skilled, almost won."

Hearing this, Broly immediately retorted.

"Yeah, yeah, you're playing Black on your side; now whose turn is it to move?"

"White."

"Then, first eat your queen, then drive away your horse, and backhandedly solve your pawn that's about to reach the Omega..."

Jibril made a series of pa-pa-pa moves simulating the game, and not long after shaved Broly's Black side into a bald head, leaving only a lone black King, facing the scene of being surrounded by a large group of enemy forces.

"See, you're just gone."

Broly: "…"

"Jibril, don't bully Broly."

Corone said from the side.

"Fine, then I'll bully you. Shall we play a game?"

Jibril directly shoved Broly aside, sat in front of Corone, and reset the chess pieces.

"Can I get external aid?"

Corone asked.

"That Iron Lump isn't allowed to speak."

Jibril pointed at Shuvi and said; if we're talking about calculation ability, even the Flügel can't compare to the Ex-Machina.

"Then I'll come."

Rick walked over. Compared to Broly this blockhead, Jibril was a formidable chess opponent.

Of course, if Jibril didn't use Spirit Power to cheat, Rick and her could still manage a three-to-seven split.

But if cheating methods were used, it would be a straight ten-to-zero split.

"You're not allowed to cheat."

Jibril stared at Rick, somewhat on guard against this guy's cheating methods.

"Fine, but you're not allowed to cheat either."

Rick was also on guard against Jibril's cheating methods.

"No problem."

Agreement reached, both sides began a new chess game, while Broly became an unrelated person.

"Eh eh eh, don't play there; you should play there."

However, he wasn't exactly an unrelated person either; he would still actively give Jibril advice.

"No, this move should be the Rook!"

Jibril's forehead showed a well character.

"Ah, Rick made a mistake, you quickly use your horse to take his horse!"

Finally, when Broly pointed out the lay of the land for her for the third time, Jibril couldn't help it.

"You want me to eat a horse? I'll make you eat my fart!"

Jibril knocked Broly down and sat directly on his face with her butt, blocking the boy's mouth.

"Alright, the world is quiet, let's continue playing chess."

Rick: "..."

Her own Miss's Husband had absolutely no self-awareness of his own chess skill level, terrible to this extent yet still pointing out the lay of the land, this directly provoked Jibril, and he was directly suppressed, but for some reason, he somewhat envied this kind of suppression.

"Rick really envies it, and also wants to be sat on like this?"

Shuvi detected his envious gaze and couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, this, of course I don't envy it, who would envy this kind of thing!"

Rick hurriedly averted his gaze, really too hateful, after figuring out that this Miss's Husband's age was truly a young child, Corone prohibited him from saying some eighteen-plus content in front of Broly, the reason being, this is not too good for the boy's physical and mental health.

Just wait, wait until world peace, then he and Shuvi can go live in a world of two, at that time, whatever he wants to do with Shuvi, wouldn't that be a matter of no taboos! Holding this kind of thought, Rick was full of fighting spirit, and in three minutes, he lost to Jibril: "Yay, I won!"

"Damn, you guy, did you secretly use Spirit Power?"

"Hey hey hey, you this stinky monkey, slandering me, can get you killed."

Jibril warned, this is her pure chess skill strength.

"Speaking of which, what exactly did we come to do?"

At this time, Azriel reacted and asked a sentence.

Raphael: "..."

Ruined by play, this damn directly got led astray.

However, to be fair, International Chess is really fun, much more fun than going to trample those inferior creatures.

Facts prove, games that are too simple to win will be very boring.

On the contrary, racking one's brains in a battle of wits and courage...

Hmm, strike the courage part, but the battle of wits process is still very interesting.

It's just this chessboard is too crude, another day I'll go get one that moves.

"So, this is a god who is currently resurrecting?"

Broly looked at the stone in his hand and asked.

"It's also possible it's a New God who is currently being born."

Azriel supplemented, the pierced Divine Marrow reviving is not necessarily the original god, it's possible it could also be a new god.

(Chapter End)