The Endless Shuttle

Everything returned to how it was before.

‘Okan wants to use the giants as sacrificial sons to reduce the number of enemies? The giant king allowed him to do...'

Standing on the gray mist, Luo Pei heard the question of Inzaen Nibia already.

But this time, he didn't answer his apostle.

Leaping down from the gray fog and traveling through the fog, the God of Disaster easily entered the "small world" that was completely open to him.

'My lord? '

Nibia is puzzled by Rope's behavior.

"Since you have already sent a meeting gift, then I can't be stingy..."

In the dark space filled with the mist of death and death, the smile on the corner of Luo Pei's mouth became more and more distorted.

"You think so? A phantom species called Mirobos!"

The terrifying power of the "disaster" spirit erupted.

Not only that, but the dark-haired young man's slender and strange arms were surrounded by the power of "chaos", turning into dark blue tentacles, piercing into a certain position in the "small world" without leaving any room.

The warp is penetrated.

Even the fantasy species Milobos hidden in it.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

The ear is occupied by piercing chirping, which is not like roaring, but like the sharp noise of metal scraping through cement.

'"Construct Metal" Mirobos! ? How could you be in my world! ? '

Inzaen Nibia roared in shock, subconsciously wanting to use the phantasmagoric stunt in the "small world" - "bad fusion world".

Rope puts a stop to Nibia's excesses.

"Stop it, there's no need to waste power on things that must die."

"You...how is it possible!? Even if my "construction" is a god species, it shouldn't be..."

The poison called "Chaos" infected Mirobos' "Central Core", dragging him step by step into an unspeakable abyss.

In this desperate situation, the rationality remaining in the metal phantasy's mind is not thinking about "how I was discovered", but another matter.

The importance of this matter even surpassed the priority of counterattacking on the deathbed and making the god of disaster suffer.

——Why did he appear in Inzan Nibia's body?

Mirobos' memory is very clear about how he manipulated the structural space, and then sneaked into the "small world", and the memory can even be accurate to the minutiae of his ability.

But he couldn't figure out why he did this.

Is it possible that I have gone crazy? Do you think you can assassinate a god-species by relying on the particularity of the "construction"?

No, it's impossible, this is definitely not the conclusion he can draw with rational judgment!

Then why...you don't even carry the "Marrow Explosion" of the goblins, and you come here alone...

Mirobos is like a line without the "middle", and the thinking can't be connected together.

At this moment, the phantasy sensed the storage space carefully opened up in its body.

There is no accident there, it should have been made by storing goblins, only a few of the 21 "Marrow Bursts"...

Wait, twenty one?

twenty one...

Mi Robles seems to have caught some puzzling point.

However, the God of Disaster has no intention of letting him continue thinking.

With the surging power of the essence, the tentacles of Lopez are like a python that devours everything, wrapping Mirobos' deliberately compressed body and melting inside.

The shell, the small world, and the most important "central core" of the fantasy species.

In less than a moment, Mirobos, the phantom species of "construction metal", completely lost his life.

If he hadn't sneaked in with this kind of defiance of dignity and chose to fight head-on, Mirobos might have persisted in front of Rope for a longer period of time, just like Inzan Nibia did back then.

But there are no "ifs" in this world.

...

In the goblin city covered by the spiritual outfit of God's Domain, Ronnie Drauunier stopped checking the cannon of the battleship in an instant.

He frowned, threw away the hammer in his hand, and fumbled wildly on his upper body.

Moments later, he pulled out a tiny, gleaming gear.

The light of the gear gradually dimmed, cracks bloomed, and it turned into a dust-like skeleton in an instant, dissipating with the hot wind gushing from below the city.

This is a gift given to him by the fantasy "Construct Metal" Mirobos.

"Master Mirobos!?"

Ronnie Delaunay gritted his teeth.

"No, it's impossible... We've only been separated for a few days, how could you be like this... Didn't we agree to witness the magnificent scenery of the Grand Master "reshaping the world" together? "

Ronnie Delaunay grabbed the last speck of dust with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

He didn't care about the cannons of the battleship anymore. He picked up the great sword in his spiritual outfit, pushed open the metal door, and took a deep breath as he looked at the busy silver goblins below.

"Little ones! Get ready for battle! Pull out all available warships! Support the giants and smash our enemies! Sweep those iron filing obstacles into the dust of history!"

What responded to him was cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"Boy Ronnie, according to the plan, it's not time for you to appear on stage..."

"I'm sorry, Master Giant King, I don't want to lose any more friends. We are allies, we either die together or live together. If you think I'm capricious, please propose to the Grand Master to take away my "leader" position." . "

'...' The Giant King closed his mouth.

The leader of the goblins turned around and re-entered the mechanical battleship without hesitation.

With the launch of the first ship, the various ports of the goblin city began to be arranged in full swing.