Anime Girls are Moist Chapter 936 936: Heavenly Smite vs Heavenly Smite

"T-Travel?"

Michiru looked even more bewildered.

Rei Ao smiled, his gaze seeming to pierce space itself and land on that scorched-earth world. "I've got a little ss to take care of—and I'll show you all so different scenery while we're at it."

"Um…" Michiru hesitated, worry written all over her face. "B-But I'm just an ordinary person. If I go with you, won't I just hold you back? And it… sounds kind of dangerous…"

"A burden?" Rei Ao gently shook his head. His tone was mild but carried an unquestionable confidence. "With around, no one will lay a finger on any of you. Michiru, you can have a little more faith in my strength."

Kanna set down her spoon. She squared her small shoulders and thumped a fist lightly to her chest, playing the dependable grown-up as she told Michiru, very earnestly, "Don't worry, Michiru. I'll protect you too."

Seeing Kanna's adorable, serious, little-adult act, Michiru's heart lted on the spot—touched and a little amused. Being told she'd be protected by soone who looked so young… it was a strange feeling.

Under Rei Ao's absolute confidence and Kanna's pure-hearted promise, her hesitation and fear slowly ebbed away. In the end, Michiru took a deep breath, cheeks flushing, and gave a tiny nod, her voice barely above a whisper.

"O-Okay… then I'll be in your and Kanna's care!"

anwhile, back in the world of Disboard, outside the human settlent, the air had turned to ice.

The carefree, angelic smile on Azril's face gradually faded, replaced by a heavy look— probing, and tinged with a pain almost too faint to catch. Her blue-and-gold heterochromatic eyes locked onto Jibril. The teasing was gone; her voice dropped low.

"Jib-chan… tell —did you really… betray us?"

She wasn't here just to retrieve a wayward sister. The War God Artosh himself had told her Jibril's presence had vanished from his senses for a long ti—and suspected there might be betrayal involved.

At first, she refused to believe it. Jib-chan might be mischievous, obsessed with knowledge, sotis stepping out of line—but betray the One who created them and gave them aning? Impossible.

So she volunteered to find Jibril herself, to ask her face-to-face.

But as she tracked her down and saw this scene—Jibril living peacefully with the Ex-Machina, even… seemingly protecting those fragile humans—everything pointed to the answer Azril least wanted to accept.

For the first ti, her heart was a storm of contradictions: a deep, instinctive love for Jib-chan, and an unshakable loyalty and duty to Artosh.

If Jibril truly had betrayed them, then she must… she must—

Jibril was silent for a mont. She didn't say "yes" or "no." She drew a long breath and spoke with a gravity Azril had never heard from her before. "I'm sorry, Azril-senpai. I've simply found the freedom that truly belongs to —and a new master worthy of my fealty."

The worst fear crystallized.

Boom.

It felt like sothing clamped around Azril's heart and squeezed, a sharp stab of pain. The next instant, all feeling was crushed flat. Her face went cold and blank, like the most precise, rciless engine of slaughter. In a flat, almost chanical voice, she pronounced:

"Confirmation: individual Jibril exhibits treasonous conduct. By the authority granted by Artosh-sama and the Flügel's iron laws… I, Azril, Full-Wing Proxy of the Flügel… will execute the traitor."

Duty overruled affection.

Almost as the words left Azril's lips, Jibril moved first. She knew exactly how terrifying Azril was—and that, once they fought, the collateral damage would be unimaginable. She could not allow a single shockwave to touch the Couronne human settlent.

"Schwi, initiate auxiliary computation!"

With a sharp cry, Jibril unleashed the spell she'd been holding ready.

A deep hum rolled out.

A gigantic, semi-transparent, cube-shaped spatial barrier exploded outward from her position like a colossal glass do, sealing herself, Azril, and Schwi—who had instantly entered combat mode—inside. It was a space-isolation barrier Jibril had studied for a long ti, designed specifically to contain internal energy impacts—prepared for a worst-case showdown between the mighty.

"Space isolation? You plan to keep the battlefield in here?" Azril watched, expressionless, making no move to stop it. "Fine. Less chance for the ants to get underfoot."

She slowly lifted her hand. The intricate halo above her head began to spin at a speed unlike anything before. A vast, ocean-deep power gathered.

"Then show your senior how much you've grown while you were away, Jib-chan. Heavenly Smite—"

Azril spoke almost lazily. A lance of erald light, compressed to the absolute limit as if it could spear straight through the stars—a spear of God—blasted toward Jibril.

Jibril's pupils tightened. She didn't dare slacken for an instant.

"Codex—open! Apocrypha: Heavenly Smite!"

Schwi's chanical voice rang out at the sa ti. Arrays and chanical constructs blood all around her, furiously parsing and emulating Azril's energy architecture to bolster Jibril and throw off the attack.

The wings of light at Jibril's back flared, and she fired her own Heavenstrike to et it.

A thunder like the tearing of a continent crashed through the confined space as the two Heavenstrikes slamd together. An indescribable energy storm detonated point-blank. The entire spatial barrier shuddered violently; hairline cracks skittered across its surface. Blinding light swallowed everything.

Huddled behind a stone hut, Couronne clamped her hands over her ears. Even with the battle sealed off, the roar and the tremors made her dizzy with terror. Staring at that alien, blazing do devouring the world outside, she prayed with everything she had:

"Rei Ao-sama—please, hurry!"