The Endless Shuttle

All the creatures that rely on the cloister of the elves lose their innate power at this moment, and become pure, relative to ordinary creatures.

They stared blankly at the light blue beam of light linking the sky in the sky.

Who won? What will the world look like?

It is impossible to know that the banquet of the gods has ended, and they can't imagine where the river of the times will rush.

On the edge of the central point where the planet was pierced, the victor of the battle propped up his tattered body.

Luo Pei shook off the dust from his head and looked up at the magnificent scene.

"Is it still going to be this way in the end..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

Originally, it was planned to kill the gods until there was only one left in the time to automatically determine the winner and hold the "star cup" at the end of the elf corridor.

But Artosh's strength was beyond the imagination of the black-haired youth.

After using "God Strike", he still has the power to bring him down from the void to the ground, causing the planet to be pierced.

"So, how exactly did the Ex-Machina strip away the "essence" of the god of war... Are those machines really that powerful..."

An unsolved mystery through the ages.

Rope doesn't think about this boring thing.

Simply sitting on the nearby rock pile, watching the destruction of the world and the upcoming "star cup".

"God of disaster... are you still alive..."

The subtle voice drew Luo Pei's attention back from the light blue beam of light.

He tilted his head and looked at Artosh lying in the distance.

The God of War, who used his last strength to fight to the death, after his spirit was shattered, is now nothing but an empty shell.

The eyes could not see, the right arm was broken at the root, and there was a huge hole in the chest, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind. Artosh lost his "strongest" that lasted thousands of years, and fell there sadly.

"Of course I'm still alive," said Rope.

"Did it disappoint you? Artosh."

"Ha ha……"

God of War smiled weakly.

"How can it be disappointment? Such a hearty battle has left me feeling overwhelmed for a long time... Feeling nervous, fighting all the battles, even if I lose, I have nothing to complain about."

Artosh stretched out his remaining left hand, facing the sky as if trying to grab something.

Obviously he couldn't see anything.

"I understand, the mood of "Final Dragon" Hatirem at that time... This is the "weak", this is the "weak". Why, can I have such a cognition until now? Aren't the gods born with everything...it's so unfair..."

"Unfairness is sometimes a kind of fairness."

Rope picked up a piece of gravel and tossed it up and down in his hand.

"Is it possible that the strength of you and me is fair to those lower species?"

"Indeed...haha..."

Artosh's voice weakened a bit.

"My friend... You and I only met for a short ten minutes, and a fight with all our strength... But I really feel that we have known each other for a long time... As the "strongest" He must have been waiting for the existence that defeated him at the very beginning of his birth... It's really great to have a friend like you..."

"No regrets, right? Artosh."

"No, completely...satisfied..."

Arthur laughed.

"The future "Unique God"... the seat of "Strongest" is entrusted to you. Be careful, that throne can be unexpectedly heavy, don't be defeated by "boring"...otherwise I won't forgive you, my friend..."

"Um."

Luo Pei looked up, and there were a few Flügel stumbling in the distance, even though there was no Elven Corridor, they flew over with their own wings.

The Killing Angels sensed the dying of their Creator.

So regardless of the danger of collapsing the world, we must rush to the scene.

Even if they have no power, meeting the God of Disaster will only lead to death, they still want to meet the Creator they believe in.

"Your 'daughters' are here. "

Rope said.

"Finally, let go of your figure and go talk to them, otherwise they will definitely leave with you."

"A weapon...is a weapon after all...it's not worth caring about..."

Artosh was silent, and said again.

"Forget it...the chicks have to spread their wings and fly, they will get through this difficult time...my feathers, I will leave them to you from now on."

Rope nodded.

"As I promised Jibril, in the perfect future, there is a place for the Flügel."

"Is it……"

In less than a moment, the Flügel girls landed here.

First of all, Azrael, she rolled and crawled on the ground as if she was too eager to land and failed, which was indescribably funny.

But no one laughed at her.

Her father, her Creator, lay there.

"Master Artosh!"

Azrael knelt beside the God of War in fear.

"You...how could...you are the strongest tyrant, how could...you must be lying to me, right?"

Jibril then landed with a few Flügel sisters. She looked at Artosh with a complicated expression, and then turned her gaze to the silent Lopez.