The Endless Shuttle

Then, like a black meteor falling, the restrained violent elves flocked to the "cloud and mist vortex".

Azrael stared wide-eyed, staring closely at the phantom species. The moment the "Sky Strike" pierces through the Phantasm, she will precisely smash the opponent's "Central Core".

"'The Fourth Blessing of Long Yuan'! "

Suddenly, a high-pitched female voice resounded through the sky.

Azrael's eyes widened.

In front of the "cloud and mist vortex" appeared layer upon layer, an extremely complex and gorgeous magic circle.

One after another, blocked in front of the pitch-black meteor shower.

Through the cover of the clouds and mist, on the deck of the "grass dome ship" that suffered a lot of damage to the elves, a beautiful blond girl with a flower crown is raising her hands, trying her best to use the "four blessings" blessed by Kainas. protection". Beside her, many quadruple and double magicians helped Xin Ke Nierbalian maintain the completion of the "long-lasting fourth protection" regardless of the dimness of the soul stone.

However, even the highest level of magic cannot stop the "Sky Strike" of the Flügel.

The "Eternal Fourth Protection" was constantly torn apart in the face of pure violence, but the elves were desperately trying to repair the spell, and the result of such a short stalemate created a "receiving order" for the "cloud vortex" time.

The moment the "long-lasting fourth protection" was shattered, the phantasmagoria unfolded its small world.

Swallow them all.

Use the world as a net to capture all the "Sky Strikes" of the Flügel!

Like an illusion, the massive attack disappeared.

Instead, it was a phantom species that shrank into a ball and suffered heavy internal injuries.

It is not the "mist of death", which loses its intelligence, runs away incompletely, completely stagnates the regeneration of the small world, and almost loses its combat effectiveness.

——But the attack of the Flügel was disrupted.

"The offal with long ears..."

Azrael gritted her teeth, anger gradually crept into her heart.

There was no time to waste here now, and without a second's delay her youngest sister's hope of surviving was diminished.

The opponent is a god species!

If it wasn't for the purpose of preserving strength to face the gods, Azrael really wanted to use "Ultimate Strike" to make all these guys disappear.

"Sister Azrael!?"

"You can't go in, the "middle core" of that phantom species is not damaged! "

"Shut up meow!"

Azrael bent down and spread her wings to the limit.

"You bypass the Phantasmal species now, leaving twenty people to destroy the long-eared fleet, and the rest go to support Jibril, she is in trouble! This is an order from the leader of the Flügel species!"

After speaking, an afterimage flew by, and Azrael rushed towards the injured "Cloud and Mist Vortex".

It should be said that it is a weapon of war.

The Flügel executed the order very simply. Almost after Azrael finished speaking, all dissenting voices stopped, and they moved in an orderly manner according to the arrangement of the Flügel leader.

At the same time, in the elves' camp, Xin Ke Niervalen, who had run out of mana, also fell down.

She knelt on the ground, sweat dripping from her forehead. The adjutant next to her wanted to help her, but Hua Guanqing stopped her.

"Go and see the combat power of other ships..."

Xin Ke Nilvalen said weakly.

"Leave me alone, the Flügel won't just give up, before the phantom species regenerates and recovers their combat power, they must stick to it..."

"Our capital..."

"Say nothing, be sad and stay after this war is won."

Xin Ke Nilvalen closed his eyes sadly.

"If even we are infected by emotions, then the elves will really die..."

She despised the Creator Kainas, but never said anything wrong to the elves.

Even though the group of elders were greedy and short-sighted, even if the stupidity of the same kind bored her, the elves were still Xin Ke Nilvalen's undoubted home.

Now, the home is gone.

Under the sneak attack of a certain Flügel, the spirits of "Sky Strike" flowed down and turned into dust.

If, as a Yaejutsu practitioner, she could go to the laboratory ahead of time instead of being changed by that Deity, then even if she couldn't win, she would definitely be able to observe the arrival of the Flügel in advance and save most of the elves to move the capital. Bar?

But she didn't.

Xin Ke Nilvalen would not blame Rope, nor would he think about why the god of disaster did not protect the capital of the elves. In the final analysis, this incident has nothing to do with the gods.

...No, there might be survivors.

In the underground shelter of the capital, there is a permanent spell of "The Fourth Blessing of the Long-lasting", if it is only "Sky Strike"...

Xin Ke Nilvalen, who didn't know the power of "Definite Strike", held only a glimmer of hope.

After the adjutant walked away, Xin Ke Nilvalen's emotions broke out a little. Her nails directly scratched the hard board, and her shoulders kept shaking.

"God Kainas... I have never begged you, if you can see the scene in front of you, please help us... We have reached the limit..."

Xinke Nierba kept murmuring.

In the end, it has turned into hysterical questioning.

"Why, why do you refuse to show up!? We are your creations, right? You are our creator!? Cainas!!"

This is her most intense emotional expression since she was born.

The surroundings are still calm.

The God of Nature didn't hear Xin Ke Nilvalen's curse, and a group of killing angels with white wings were rapidly approaching.

The "Grass Dome Ship" of the elves constantly fired naval guns, trying to stop them, but the effect was negligible.

Finally, an angel descended on the most marginal ship.

The protective technique was instantly torn apart, and the high-efficiency massacre made it impossible for the group of elf elite fighters to even resist.