The Endless Shuttle

The human species may be more appropriately called "ash" now.

"Sure enough, it's you..."

Liku had respect in his eyes.

"Bon human species a new life... Your Lord of Disaster..."

"Liku, we should go now."

Ya Lei urged.

As a race that worships "flame," they are not on the invitation to race gatherings. They can step into the capital of the forest species because of today's openness.

"Um."

Liku nodded.

"With the advent of the era of peace, we should also speed up the establishment of an "era of fire" that belongs to our mankind, and cannot lag behind. But before that... we may have to consider the issue of evacuation first. "

"Why?"

"The spirit seed never makes meaningless declarations."

Liku glanced at the **** spirit seed on the high platform, the black-haired and blue-eyed **** of disaster.

"The final war is about to begin... The **** of war who has occupied the strongest for thousands of years and the strongest challenger to dominate the land..."

If it is you, then please allow the humble human species to offer blessings to you...

Liku knelt down on one knee and used his fingers to draw a trace of a half-moon flame on the ground in the direction of the gods on the high platform in the distance.

This is the etiquette currently used by human species only when worshiping flames.

Standing up, Liku followed Yare away.

This will be their last appearance in the middle of the earth.

The future human species will live forever in the cold place where the north wind is whistling, and continue the fate of the flame from generation to generation.

"Huh?" Luo Pei looked away slightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing... Maybe it's my illusion, it's not a big deal."

For a moment, like tiny dust on a glass window, Rope felt the power of Ktoogya.

However, the flame evil **** hasn't appeared in front of him for a long time. It is estimated that Zheng He is playing with the human species, and it is impossible to attend this kind of "very boring" scene for her.

"Fanlou, one month later, let's go to end this." Luo Pei said with a smile.

"Um."

The goddess girl raised her head.

"I won't let you down!"

The war is unfolding in the battle between the spirit seed and the spirit seed, and will also end in the battle between the two.

Chapter 96: Creating a Continent in the Sky

At an altitude of 20,000 meters from the earth, the city fortress Abant Heim is a winged city.

It is one of the strongest fantasy species and the apostle of "God of War" Arthus. According to the ancient covenant, it carries the spirit seed and the skywing seed, and follows the wizard corridor in the sky to surround the world forever until the end of time.

On the back, the abode of the angels.

Like being broken piece by piece by a vise, the remains of the Rubik's Cube piled up into a mountain.

And on these wreckages, the charming angels of killing changed their laziness before, and all the Skywing Species that hadn't gone out hunting surrounded the temple of the **** of war, vigilantly patrolling around Abant Heim.

From the day of the miracle, after the "festival" in which the races surrendered, the flavor of war became richer.

As Artesh's feathers, the angels can smell the **** smell.

Art'sius' order of "no attack" caused the Skywings to lose the update of the enemy's intelligence. They did not dare to attack rashly and could only adopt a passive defensive posture under the premise of following the orders of the gods.

Do not know when and where, the families of the God of Disaster will form an army to attack.

——The end of the world.

This made the hearts of all the killing angels beating, and their mental excitement reached an unprecedented peak while they were slightly worried about their ability to win.

On the border of Abant Heim, Jibril was sitting on the wrecked platform, holding her beautiful legs in yellow and white stockings in both hands, staring at the sun wheel rising from the east, the slight wind blowing. Her long hair in spectral colors adds a layer of sacredness to her beautiful face.

"Xiao Ji?"

The girl turned her head, and her eldest sister, Azriel, the "first individual", landed from the sky.

"Senior Azriel, is it time to change shifts?"

"No, I just came to look at you purely."

Azriel shook her head, worried in her eyes.

"Xiao Ji, has something happened to you lately? I've been listless since I came back that day."

"Me? Listless?"

Jibril touched her face, only to realize that the smile she often drew on her lips had dimmed.

Probably because of this, Azriel's attention was drawn.

"...It's nothing." Jibril lowered her head: "It's probably because I haven't played with my beloved toy yet, so I have to say goodbye to it forever..."

After this war, whether it is the victory of the **** of war or the glory of the **** of disaster, Jibril is unlikely to play that interesting "virtual game."

As for the black-haired youth's "perfect future," although Jibril believed, she did not expect much due to various reasons.

In the war sweeping across the land, it is impossible for the Skywing species to have no casualties.

In the end, she is likely to die in the whirlpool of this war and die in battle.

A destination that Tianyi is accustomed to.

Azriel stared at her younger sister for a long time, and sighed.

"Nothing is best. The God of Disaster does not know when it will attack. If you are confused in the battle, death will become a pity."