The Endless Shuttle

Human species, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it "ashes" now.

"It really is you..."

There was respect in Riku's eyes.

"Give the human species a new life... Lord God of Disaster..."

"Riku, we should go."

Yalei urged.

As a race that worships "flame", they are not on the invitation letter of the race gathering, and they can step into the capital of the elves because of today's big opening.

"Um."

Riku nodded.

"With the advent of the era of peace, we should also speed up the establishment of the "age of fire" that belongs to our human beings, and we must not fall behind. But before that... we might have to think about refuge first. "

"Why?"

"The gods never make meaningless declarations."

Riku glanced at the Deity species on the high platform, the God of Disaster with black hair and blue eyes.

"The final war is about to begin...the god of war who has occupied the strongest for thousands of years and the strongest challenger who has ruled the land..."

If it's you, then please allow the humble human race to bless you...

Riku knelt down on one knee, facing the direction of the gods on the high platform in the distance, and slightly drew a half-moon flame trace on the ground with his fingers.

This is the etiquette currently used by the human race only when worshiping flames.

Standing up, Riku followed Alec and left.

This will be their last appearance in the middle of the earth.

The human species in the future will live forever in the cold place where the north wind howls, and continue the fate of flames from generation to generation.

"Huh?" Luo Pei slightly shifted his gaze.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing... Maybe it's my illusion, it's not a big deal."

For a moment, like a speck of dust on a windowpane, Rope felt the power of Cthugha.

However, the evil flame god hadn't appeared in front of him for a long time, and he was probably having fun with the human species, so it was impossible for her to attend such a "very boring" scene for her.

"Fanlou, let's end all of this in a month's time." Luo Pei said with a smile.

"Um."

The girl of the spirit species raised her head.

"I won't let you down!"

The war started in the battle between the gods and the gods, and will end in the battle between the two.

Chapter 96: Creating Continents in the Sky

At an altitude of 20,000 meters above the ground, Abant Heim, the city fortress of the Flügel.

It is one of the strongest Phantasmal Species and the apostle of the "God of War" Artosh. According to the ancient covenant, it carries the Deity species and Flügel species, along the elven corridor in the sky, circles the world endlessly, until the end of time.

On the back, the abode of the angels.

Like being broken piece by piece by a vise, the remains of the Rubik's Cube piled up into mountains.

And on these wreckages, the beautiful killing angels changed their laziness before, and all the Flügel who didn't go out to hunt surrounded the temple of the God of War, patrolling around Avant Heim vigilantly.

From that miraculous day, the "grand ceremony" of the submission of all races, the taste of war has become stronger.

As Artosh's feathers, the angels could smell the bloody smell.

Artoxiu's order of "No attack" deprived the Flügel of the enemy's intelligence updates. They did not dare to take the initiative to launch an attack rashly, and could only adopt a passive defense posture under the premise of obeying the orders of the Deus.

No one knows when and where, the family members of the God of Disaster will form an army to attack.

——The end of the world.

This made the hearts of all the killing angels thump, and while they were slightly worried that they would be able to win, their mental excitement reached an unprecedented peak.

On the border of Avant Heim, Jibril sat on the platform of the wreckage, holding her beautiful leg in yellow and white stockings with both hands, staring blankly at the sun disk rising from the east, blown by the slight wind Her long hair in spectral colors adds a layer of divinity to her beautiful face.

"Xiaoji?"

The girl turned her head, and her eldest sister, the "first entity" Azrael descended from the sky.

"Senior Azrael, is it time to change shift?"

"No, I'm just here to see you."

Azrael shook her head, with worry in her pupils.

"Xiaoji, what happened to you recently? You've been listless since you came back from that day."

"Me? Listless?"

Jibril touched her face, only to realize that the smile she always had on her lips had dimmed at some point.

Probably because of this, it attracted Azrael's attention.

"...It's nothing." Jibril lowered her head, "It's probably because my beloved toy hasn't had enough fun yet, so I have to say goodbye to it forever..."

After this war, whether it is the victory of the God of War or the victory of the God of Disaster, Jibril is unlikely to play that interesting "virtual game".

As for the "perfect future" mentioned by the black-haired youth, although Jibril believed it, she did not expect much due to various reasons.

In the war sweeping across the land, it is impossible for the Flügel to not suffer casualties.

In the end, it is very likely that she will perish in this vortex of war and die in battle.

A destination that Flügel is accustomed to.

Azrael stared at her younger sister for a long time, and said with a sigh.

"It's best to be okay. The God of Disaster will attack at some point. If you are confused during the battle, death will become a pity."