The Endless Shuttle

Rope denies it.

"I just give you a choice, after the winner is divided, follow the winner who stands at the top of the world."

"Hoo hoo..."

Jibril smiled lightly.

"From the very beginning, I thought you were very strange. I didn't expect to be able to take the behavior of trying to accommodate the subordinate race of the opponent who is bound to fight to the death... Is this why you have a high interest in non-created races? Collection addiction?"

"Anything is fine, what's your answer?"

"Excuse me, but I cannot answer this question."

Jibril said bluntly.

"You who are wise must be able to understand the existence of the so-called "standpoint". The future can only be decided by the future, and the answer cannot be given now. "

"Ambiguous."

"Who made me a Flügel..."

Jibril looked at the bright full moon in the sky.

"I hope to come to this interesting place to play in the future... Will you save the progress of my "game"? "

"certainly."

"I really look forward to the scenery after this world is truly completed."

If she survived the ensuing war... Jibril thought freely.

Born in the war, and then died in the war, the fate of many Flügel is like this.

Slowly, the surrounding scenery blurred, and a sense of weightlessness came.

When Jibril opened her eyes again, the real world was already in sight.

It was still in the woods, or beside the hot spring.

Her pure white wings spread slightly, and her head with long spectral-colored hair rested on the black-haired young man's arm.

"Master God of Disaster?" Jibril asked in confusion.

Luo Pei smiled and pinched a strand of her long hair.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go."

"I'm not in a hurry, it's just that the look in your eyes makes me feel a sense of crisis in chastity..."

Saying that, Jibril smiled for some reason.

"You are really different from ordinary gods."

"A lot of people say that, but the God of Disaster doesn't spread disasters... Do you know? I'm almost equated with the God of Hope among my subordinate races. "

Giving new life to all races, Rope's name of "Hope" is really right.

"This world is always so strange, and there is nothing surprising in the birth of gods that violate the essence of the gods."

"I will create a perfect future," Rope said.

"In that future, you will no longer be troubled by your position, and enjoy my gifts to the fullest, even with your race, the Flügel."

"Maybe..." Jibril muttered in a low voice, "They are all fanatics. If Master Artosh really loses, it is not impossible for him to commit suicide."

"I said there would be no distress, and that "sorrow" also includes this. "

"I'm looking forward to it." Jibril said, "But if you want to use these words to make me let me down in the battle, if you deliberately fail..."

"snort."

Rope snorted disdainfully.

Water?

Does Fanlou need Jibril to release water?

That would be too underestimating the first god-born born in the world.

With Abant Heim and all the Flügel at the top of the Phantasmal Species, even with such a lineup, if Fan Lou gets serious, it will be a question of whether they can last for thirty minutes, and it is even more likely that they will be completely defeated the moment the battle starts. Captured and sealed.

Yes, capture the seal.

After all, the soul of Fanlou is not for fighting.

"Are you coming?"

Jibril stared at the black-haired youth and asked with a half-smile.

"You're full of plans like that, right? Let's think of it as an offering to the gods before the breakup. However, you have to be careful not to send soul fragments in. If you let the Flügel conceive a child of the gods, I'm afraid I will be beaten to death in Avant Heim by Senior Azrael and Lord Artosh..."

"Of all the "prices" you have paid from the beginning of our acquaintance to the present, this is the only thing that satisfies me the most. "

Rope smiled and lowered his head.

In the dreamlike forest, angels and gods sleep together.

Chapter 94 Unification of the world, the burning divinity of "war"

The virtual game world is gradually being completed.

Fanlou builds the foundation and writes the plot with special pictures, while Luo Pei provides the most essential "dream".

Visible to the naked eye, a worldwide carnival is slowly starting.

But instead of these little things that tend towards the people and entertainment, another big thing is on the table.

——The decisive battle with the "God of War" Artosh.

Under the big screen, the audience also needs to applaud. Although the god of disaster said that they don't need to participate in the real battle, it doesn't mean that they really just stare blankly.

There are still races on the earth who have not obeyed the God of Disaster.

Dragon spirit species, fantasy species, fairy species... Moonsong species are not considered due to geographical factors and the God of the Red Moon, but these races must not be let go.

Those who resolutely disobey will be eliminated, and those who are willing to submit will be accepted.

Leaders of the subordinate races of the God of Disaster, what they have to consider is that simple.