The Endless Shuttle

"It's your victory, Lord Rope..." she sighed.

The black-haired youth shrugged, but did not reply.

"You have always been so noisy, the first individual..."

"Yes, I'm sorry, my Lord God, it's my responsibility. If I don't take the initiative to attack, if I can stay by your side..."

"Quiet."

Under Artosh's order, the elder sister of the Flügel immediately kept silent, not daring to breathe.

"This battle...is something I have always longed for. Even if I fail, I am still happy. Are you crying, are you questioning my expectations?"

Azrael sniffed childishly.

"No, dare not..."

"Um……"

Artosh's left arm dissipated.

"From now on, you will lead the Flügel forward alone...Listen, the next thing is my order. You are not allowed to have the slightest resentment towards the God of Disaster, as weapons and servants, respect my friend, from now on The "strongest" and "one and only god" of God, just like facing me..."

Azrael was stunned.

Not only the eldest sister of the Flügel, but even Jibril did not expect Arto will give such an order.

She couldn't help but look at the black-haired young man, who just quietly looked at the light blue beam.

Is this what you call a "perfect future"...

Indeed, if there is Master Artosh's order, no matter how sad the sisters are, they will not make such a destructive action as "suicide"...

"How come, you..."

"In the first instance, I don't remember that the Flügel would deny my order."

"……yes."

Azrael lowered her wings.

"The "First Individual" Azrael, on behalf of all the Flügel, obey your orders, our only creator Artosh-sama..."

After the final explanation, Artoxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

It was a disturbing voice, the God of War's essence, which had already reached its limit, was finally shattered.

Azrael wanted to rush forward to stop it, but how could she deny that the Deity Seed's defeat dissipated, and in the end she just rushed in vain.

"If there is a time to meet again, I hope I can be your "challenger"...my only friend..."

Accompanied by the God of War's final exclamation, Azrael, the elder sister of the Flügel, wailed loudly.

Luo Pei closed his eyes and felt the induction of the power that originally belonged to the God of War, while blessing this respectable and pure "warrior".

Ten thousand years of fighting, thousands of years of laziness, after being satisfied, the once strongest god-species "God of War" Artoxiu left this world.

Instead, it is the new "strongest".

He is also recognized by the world as the god of disaster who will soon be crowned "the only god"!

Suddenly, the black-haired youth opened his eyes.

Even the Flügel couldn't see it. From the position where the God of War was originally, a tiny fluorescent light floated up and plunged into the light blue beam of light in front of him.

The fluorescence was almost undetectable, but it still exuded a superficial concept of "war".

Fragments of the Essence—

It is theoretically impossible for the spirit species to be revived after being crushed, but the special case of Fanlou shows that this rule is not absolute, and Artoxiu's power is so huge.

However, for such a weak soul, if you want to revive your soul and regain your mind, it may take "billion" as a unit of time to calculate.

Rope did not stop the movement of the Essence Fragment, although he could easily annihilate the remnants of the God of War.

"From the moment we meet, I always talk about "my friend" and "my friend"...then let me do something that fits the status of "friend"..."

There was a smile on the corner of the black-haired youth's mouth.

"Don't be surprised when you wake up again after countless years, my friend... I'm afraid you won't even have the qualifications to stand in front of me..."

The era of war officially ends at this moment.

Chapter 102 The Bright Star Cup

With the light blue beam of light, the swan song of the Elven Corridor is still going on.

"Let's go back."

The God of Disaster said so.

The target was the Flügel whose cries gradually faded away.

"I don't ask you to carry out Artoxiu's order immediately, go back and deal with the internal affairs of the race, just treat it as being responsible for your own race, and adjust your mood. A new day will still come, and there will be no way to indulge in the past forever result……"

"..."

Azrael gave Rope a deep look.

How should I put it, although there is still remnant hatred in this look, but compared to when he flew over just now, it is more like a feeling of "uneasy" and "unwilling".

Artosh's order is valid.

Weapons do not disobey the commands of their Creator.

Afterwards, Azrael turned around and led the Flügel to leave.

Losing the "God of War" Artosh, Avant Heim was uncertain what kind of chaos it would be. As the leader of the race, she had no time to waste time grieving.

——The Creator let them live, so they must live!

Jibril was the last to leave.

She has the closest relationship with Rope, so she accepts the status quo most easily.

The girl with long hair in spectral color folded her wings slightly, bowed and said.