The Endless Shuttle

"Senior Azrael thinks we can win?"

"certainly!"

Azrael puffed out her chest and said without hesitation.

"Master Artosh is the strongest! All obstacles and challenges are just sideshows for him to have fun! The word failure does not exist in Master Artosh's dictionary!"

"……Is it."

Jibril turned her head and glanced at the temple on the top of the cloud.

She suddenly discovered something that she had subconsciously forgotten.

How many years has that temple existed?

A thousand years? Three thousand years? Nine thousand years? Or did it stand there before the birth of the Flügel?

--ancient.

For the first time, Jibril felt the most useless words in her heart.

And what kind of mood did the gods, her creator, spend the long years in that ancient building without moving, fighting, or being happy?

Perhaps it is also because of this that Master Artoxio expects the God of Disaster to step into his temple as a tyrannical challenger...

Jibril thought.

"Senior Azrael."

"Huh?" Azrael tilted her head.

"Before you left the temple, what was Master Artoxi's expression like?"

The eldest sister of the Flügel was taken aback, and replied uncertainly.

"Probably, you are laughing?"

Then Azrael added details as if slowly recalling.

"It's as if we have a target worth hunting, and when we are discussing in groups who will own the head, it is the happiest smile that cannot be described."

"Sure enough..."

"Xiaoji, why are you asking this?"

Jibril stretched her waist, stood up from the high platform, and her expression returned to her usual playfulness.

"Since our creator is so happy, it's too inappropriate for me to cry and mourn. Senior Azrael, let us usher in the glory of the Flügel in the joy!"

"Um!"

Azrael's eyes sparkled.

"Xiaoji, does this mean that you have accepted your sister's love?"

"Shut up, bastard."

Jibril said cruel words without changing her smile.

Azrael was not hurt, but laughed with her little sister.

"My sister can rest assured that you are like this."

She floated up, waving her white wings.

"I'm going to patrol the west. Nightmare species and fantasy species both have the ability to move in space. In order to prevent sudden attacks by surprise, communication magic must be activated at any time from now on, okay?"

"I think it's impossible for the God of Disaster to engage in such a small trick."

"Why?"

"intuition."

I can't say that I have had a very in-depth communication with that disaster god...

The Flügel girl directly uttered words that made it impossible to continue.

Azrael looked at Jibril speechlessly, shook her head, the halo shone, and was about to move directly to the target.

But at this moment, an eager female voice interrupted Azrael's actions.

"To the southeast, the enemy has reached the visual range!"

"Southeast..."

Communication magic information instantly cancels the space movement spell that Azrael had set.

Changing the teleportation location, the eldest sister of the Flügel immediately came to the location of the notification.

The killing angels of the large army have long gathered here.

Standing on the edge of Avant Heim, with the ten thousand zhang sky below, the eyes strengthened by the elves of the Flügel saw the enemy's true identity through the distance limit.

"how come……"

Azrael murmured out of composure.

The scene in front of her was far beyond her expectations for this war.

Jibril who came after also saw the "enemy" and whispered to herself with a smile.

"It's really the style of the god of disaster..."

In the distance, there are two inconspicuous beings moving slowly.

Sitting on the ink fountain in the sky is a girl who is so exquisite that it makes people suffocate.

She holds a writing brush in her left hand, and a fox mask in her right hand. There are five square-shaped bodies shining with light blue light floating beside her.

On the ground, a young man with black hair and blue eyes was wearing a light black cassock, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, and an ominous black gas was wrapped around his body.

Walks like death.

Deity species - "God of Doubt" Fanlou.

Deity species - "God of Disaster" Rope.

"He didn't bring any troops, just two gods came here..."