The Endless Shuttle

But just as the dragon didn't care about the views of the ants, Rope ignored the sight that was enough to kill people, and moved forward with ease, just like outing on the outskirts of the holiday, toward the magnificent ancient temple in the middle of the city.

The young girl with long hair in the spectrum color, the last born youngest Skywing species, stood in front of the long steps, silently staring at the **** of disaster.

"From the moment we parted, you know that this day is destined to come. If you don't know what expression to face me with, just laugh."

He said softly.

"Indulgence, cruel, coquettish, joking, no matter what kind of smile, that is the expression that belongs to "Skywing Jibril". "

"...What about the cunning gods, can you say such familiar words after a few days of getting along?"

Jibril looked away.

"Master Artesh is waiting for you, see you on the battlefield later... take care."

This is what the sky-winged girl's position can tell, and she cares to the utmost.

Enemy, death, and the joy of the God of Disaster, these turned into contradictions, surrounding Jibril's heart all the time, this sentence is the manifestation of her ambivalence.

Rope smiled and did not answer.

His promise has always been proved by reality.

The black-haired youth and the girl passed by.

There are tens of thousands of layers of moss stone steps, and Rope, like an ordinary person, has neither flying nor space to move, climbing step by step.

From inside the huge stone gate, the oppressive feeling of the overlord penetrated.

There exists the strongest spirit seed.

Really, the only strong in the ages.

He was the "strongest" in past history, but he was frustrated because he didn't understand what the "strongest" was, and he gradually lost his interest in everything in the world.

At this moment, the long-lost challenger of the "God of War" Artesh, was standing outside his temple.

Rope walked past the huge stone pillars supporting the dome of the temple, through darkness and dawn, and stood in front of Arthus for the first time after coming to this world.

A man with brilliant golden eyes and a huge body, as strong as a rock.

Every part of the body is permeated with strength, as if it is a spokesperson for the term "tough".

"God of War" Artesiu sat on the simple throne, responding to the arrival of the God of Disaster with a thick smile.

He spoke enthusiastically with a voice that shook the surroundings bravely.

"Welcome to my throne! Compatriots, challengers, greatest opponents, and the only friend of my time-God of disaster!"

Artesh stood up slowly.

It's like an old but powerful behemoth filled with oil and restarted.

The God of War has risen from the throne for the first time since the battle of the "End Dragon" Khatirem nine thousand years ago.

If this scene is seen by Tianyi, I am afraid it will jump up in surprise.

But there is nothing wrong with it.

Because the challenger under the throne is Rope, one of the strongest spirit species on the earth, the **** of disaster.

"I have never felt that the flow of time is so slow in this century."

Artesh exclaimed.

"I watch every achievement of yours, and every victory ignites the blood of silence in my heart. I have waited too long and too long. The incomprehensible "strongest" is meaningless. At this moment, I will get it from you. The coveted answer! "

Luo Pei quietly looked at Art Xiu and said for a while.

"Kainas is, Okan is, Fanlou is, and Tetu is also. Adding to what you see and hear now, the gods are really poor guys who are bound by the "marrow." "

"Don't feel sorry, that is our essence."

Artesiu said.

"Every life has meaning in it. My "fights", your "disasters", the world has given us authority and strength, and these cannot be avoided. "

"It's your unavoidable thing, and I have already swallowed that essence."

Artesh's eyes widened and he let out a deafening laugh.

"Very good!"

He didn't ask why, didn't ask true or false, just laughed happily.

"Only in this way is worthy of fighting with me, trying to take away the majesty of the spirit seed of my strongest throne!"

Very strange.

The two gods who were supposed to be at war, their conversation was unexpectedly harmonious.

Rope didn't mention it for the time being, but Artesiu was really looking at the God of Disaster as a "friend". This is not a lie, the thinking of God of War is so strange.

"The first meeting is also the last."

Artesiu said.

The "Star Cup" allows us gods and spirit species to fight against each other and gather together. Although I don't know exactly where the emptiness of world dominance is attractive, the process is interesting enough. If it weren't for it, you and I would not stand on the stage of a duel like this...you have nothing to say to me? After the fight started, there might not be such a free time for conversation. "

"Skywing species."

"Um?"

Altesh frowned, seeming a little puzzled.

"At this time, why did you mention those feathers that were created?"

"I have an agreement with one of your "daughters" to give her the perfect future she wants. "

Luo Pei said coldly.

"I know very well the Skywings' belief in you. If you lose, they will choose to commit suicide. It will go against my promise. Before the battle, I want you to give orders to your feathers, even if it is your defeat. It must also be based on preserving one's own life."

This is not an exaggeration.

In the original book, the Kai-King of the machine struggled with the strength of the whole family and stripped the spirit of the weak Altsiu. Thousands of Sky-Wings chose to destroy themselves because of their loss.

They are the vanguard of killing, the weapons of the **** of war.