The Endless Shuttle

But just like a giant dragon doesn't care about the opinions of ants, Luo Pei ignored the murderous sight and moved forward with ease, walking towards the magnificent and ancient temple in the center of the city, just like going out on the outskirts of a holiday.

The girl with spectrally colored long hair, the youngest Flügel born last, stood in front of the long steps, silently staring at the God of Disaster.

"From the moment we parted, you knew that this day was destined to come. If you don't know what expression to use to face me, just smile."

he said softly.

"Unrestrained, cruel, coquettish, playful, no matter what kind of smile, that is the expression that a "Flügel Jibril" should have. "

"...What about the cunning gods, can you say such familiar words after a few days of getting along?"

Jibril looked away.

"Master Artoxi is waiting for you, see you on the battlefield later... Take care."

This is the utmost care that a Flügel girl can say.

Enemies, death, and the joy of the God of Disaster, these have become contradictions, lingering in Jibril's heart all the time, these words are the embodiment of her contradictory psychology.

Rope smiled and didn't answer.

His promise has always been borne out in practice.

The black-haired youth passed by the girl.

There are tens of thousands of mossy stone steps, and Luo Pei is like an ordinary person, neither flying nor moving, climbing step by step.

From inside the huge stone gate, Tyrant's sense of oppression seeped out.

The strongest god species exists there.

Really, the only strong man in the ages.

He is the "strongest" in the past history, but he is frustrated because he doesn't understand what the "strongest" is, and gradually loses interest in everything in the world.

At this moment, the long-lost challenger of the "God of War" Artosh stood outside his temple.

Rope walked past the huge stone pillars supporting the dome of the temple, passed through darkness and dawn, and stood in front of Artosh for the first time after coming to this world.

A male with brilliant golden eyes and a huge body, as strong as a rock.

Power permeates every part of the body, as if it is the spokesperson of the word "tough".

The "God of War" Artosh sat on the simple throne, responding to the arrival of the God of Disaster with a thick smile.

He said enthusiastically in a brave voice that shook the surroundings.

"Welcome to my throne! Compatriots, challengers, greatest opponents, and my only friends in this era—the God of Disaster!"

Artosh stood up slowly.

It's like filling up an old but powerful behemoth and restarting.

Since the battle of "The Last Dragon" Hatilem nine thousand years ago, the God of War stood up from the throne for the first time.

If this scene was seen by the Flügel, they would probably jump up in surprise.

But there is nothing wrong with it.

Because the challenger under the throne is Rope, one of the strongest gods on the earth, the god of disaster.

"I have never felt that the flow of time is so slow like in the past hundred years."

Arthur sighed.

"I watch every achievement of yours, and every victory is igniting the silent blood in my heart. I have waited too long and too long, and the incomprehensible "strongest" is meaningless. At this moment, I will get from you That dream answer! "

Luo Pei looked at Artoxiu quietly, and said for a while.

"Kaynas is, Okan is, Fanlou is, and Tetu is too. In addition to what I have seen and heard now, the gods are indeed poor fellows bound by the "spiritual essence". "

"Don't feel sorry, that's who we are."

Arthur said.

"Every life has meaning in it, my "battle", your "disaster", the world has given us authority and strength, these cannot be escaped. "

"It's your inescapable, and I've already devoured that essence."

Artosh's eyes widened and he let out a deafening laugh.

"Very good!"

He didn't ask why, he didn't ask whether it was true or false, he just laughed heartily.

"This is worthy of the majesty of the gods who are fighting me and trying to take away my strongest throne!"

Very strange.

The two gods who were supposed to be at war, their conversation was unexpectedly harmonious.

Let's not mention it for the time being, but Artosh is really looking at the God of Disaster as a "friend". This is not a lie, God of War's thinking is so strange.

"The first meeting is also the last."

Arthur said.

"The "Star Cup" allows us gods to fight and gather with each other. Although I don't quite understand what makes the empty world dominion so attractive, but the process is interesting enough. If it weren't for it, you and I wouldn't be standing on the duel stage like this... Don't you have something to say to me? After the fight started, there may not be such a good time for conversation. "

"Flügel."

"Um?"

Artosh frowned, seemingly puzzled.

"At this time, why do you mention those created feathers?"

"I made a promise with one of your many "daughters" that I will give her the perfect future she wants. "

Luo Pei said slightly coldly.

"I am very aware of the Flügel's belief in you. If you lose, it is not surprising that they will choose to commit suicide. This will violate my promise. Before the battle, Artosh, I want you to give orders to your feathers, even if you lose It must also be based on the premise of protecting your own life.”

This is not an exaggeration.

In the original book, the Ex-Machinas fought hard to strip the spirit of the weak Artosh, and thousands of Flügel chose to self-destruct out of confusion.

They are the vanguard of killing, the weapon of God of War.