The Endless Shuttle

The strongest yearns for "challenge", while the rest treat it like weeds.

"God of Disaster, I have received your strong desire for the star cup."

Okan raised his hammer and slammed it down on his feet.

As if that space was endowed with "activity", it began to jump and move.

"I'm waiting for you at the "God Stove". "

The God of Forging left with his family.

After a while, Luo Pei found that his "dream" was forcibly interrupted by some powerful force, and those Flügel lying on the ground disappeared one by one.

Not paying attention to these little things, Luo Pei looked up at the direction where the power came from, and at the same time he knew that the master of the power was looking at him.

——"God of War" Artosh.

Eager for a challenge...

Luo Pei released the huge appearance of the old god, turned into a human figure and stood on the ground, and picked up a stone casually.

Adding his own power, flicking his fingers lightly, like a shooting star flying towards the direction of Artoxiu's existence.

"Then wait, wait for me to pull you off the throne... When the challenge you most desire stands in front of you, one-on-one, don't refuse to fight because of cowardice..."

With a smile on the corner of Lope's mouth, he turned his head to the "grass dome boat" of the elves.

Now he finally understands why Tetu, the "God of Games" in the original book, named this world Disbod.

Just like the chessboard, this unpredictable war is the best microcosm of the world.

Chaos, disorder, anything can happen.

what a delightful world...

...

Located above the sky, in the mobile city of the Flügel, Avant Heim, the wings of the God of War are busy.

"Hurry up! Add the restoration technique, and link it together with the spiritual fantasy!"

In the Temple of the God of War, Raphael anxiously commanded her sisters to send the Flügel transferred back by Artoxi into the restoration operation.

At this moment, something penetrated Abant Heim's "small world" barrier, mixed with an unknown force, and rushed into the Temple of the God of War.

The target was Artosh on the throne.

The speed was so fast that before the Flügel could react, the thing arrived in front of Artosh.

"Master Artosh!"

Raphael's worries are unnecessary.

A strong man, God of War simply reached out and caught that thing.

Artosh opened his palm and looked at the broken stones. After a long time, the Flügel burst out into a pleasant laughter that had not been heard for a long time.

"Is this your "Challenge Letter"? Very good! "

Ares laughed.

"God of Disaster, I am here, I will not run or hide! Come on, if you have the qualifications to take away the title of "Strongest", the right to dominate the world will naturally become yours! Don't let me down, I'm getting impatient with waiting..."

Raphael had only seen such a lord once.

That was when Artoxiu was preparing to conquer the "final dragon" Hatilem, and after the lord returned, he fell into a stagnation of even more disappointment.

——God's thinking, creation can't understand.

Adhering to this idea, Raphael lowered his head and continued to deal with the rescued sisters.

Since then, the corner of Artoxiu's mouth has often hung a smile.

Since then, the honorable name of the gods of disasters, fears and dreams has been known to all species in this world, and they are also listed as the most dangerous gods.

Chapter 23 Creeping Under Disaster

The pain caused by war is unimaginable.

Even if the races in this world take death and fighting as a daily routine, they will inevitably fall into sadness and despair after suffering an unprecedented disaster that almost wiped out the race.

"Hua Guanqing, there are only so many people who survived..."

"What about the lowest refuge area?"

"The investigation has been completed."

Xin Ke Nilvalen remained silent, with sadness in his eyes.

In front of her, there were probably less than 20,000 elves boarding the military "grass dome boat".

Most of them were commoners or people with no qualifications as a magician. The high-level people and nobles lived in the upper layer of the lush forest, and they evaporated instantly when Jibril used "Zero Strike". Therefore, the continuity of those bloodlines that possessed the qualifications of surgeons, of course, there was a fault.

This is no small problem.

The fundamental reason why the elves were able to gain a foothold in this frenzied war was the sorcerers born within the race. Without the breeding grounds for these sorcerers, the decline of advanced magic civilization could almost be said to be imminent.

But putting aside these future things, the elves have not embarked on the road of complete death.

Standing in front of Xinke Nilvalen, the adjutant hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"Hua Guanqing, at present, you and the admiral are the supreme commanders of the elves. Are you really planning to lead the elves into the command of the god of disaster? Of course I understand your difficulties, but since the emergence of intelligent creatures in this world until now, No race has ever betrayed its creator. God Kainas..."

"That's not our god anymore."

When the topic changed to the God of Nature, the sadness in Xinke Nierbalian's eyes disappeared instantly.

It was replaced by unwavering disgust.

"If the God of Disaster chooses to stand by and watch this war, we won't even have the chance to stand here and think about it. We will be slaughtered one by one by those Flügel. Do you think Cainas just sits and watches the elves perish?" Are gods worthy of our respect and service?"

"No, I just..."

The elf adjutant opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Xinke Nilba patted his shoulders continuously.

"Get used to the new life ahead. You and Admiral Wang Ye Fleet must appease the people. I will be in charge of the Lord God of Disaster. Try to get that adult to allow and help us build a new home."