The Endless Shuttle

Without the God of War, instead of rusting slowly, it is better to die.

At that time, if Azriel couldn't bear to see the death of the sisters and set up false goals, I am afraid that the Skywing Species that brought fear and shadow would be extinct under such ridiculous reasons.

"Hmm...hahaha..."

Somehow, Artesiu laughed again.

This time with a sorrowful taste.

He shook his head.

"God of disaster, my friend. You are really interesting. Now when you are about to fight with me, you will think about the survival of the Skywing, the racial survival of your enemy's weapon..."

"What about your answer?"

"Can!"

Artesh is very simple.

"I don't want to see feathers withering out of thin air, but...it's too early to set my "defeat" as an established fact, right? "

The rocky body was covered with armor.

With a move on the right hand of the God of War, a long spear of golden glow was held in his hand.

He once held this gun through the strongest dragon essence that was born from the corpse of the gods. The burning earth even changed the topography of the planet, forming a spectacle of roaring cracks.

All of a sudden, fierce wind pressure was everywhere.

The ancient temple didn't hold on for even a moment, collapsed and blew away before Artesiu's slight eruption of the marrow power.

The sun is shining on the earth, and there is a vast sky above my head.

"Let the most primitive truth decide-the winner will have all rights!"

Chapter 98: The Demon God Who Distorts Everything, Destroys Everything

A fierce wind, a mighty wind.

These are just simple effects produced by Artesiu's overflowing power.

The power of the soul swayed like a sun wheel, vague.

The swelling colorful light spiraled into the upper horizon, turning the sky of the entire world into a twisted shape like a whirlpool.

All creatures had fear at this moment.

——The fear of the overlord by the purely weak.

It's like the fact that cognition is broken, and the great reality that cannot be conceived with words and thinking appears. Apart from whispering the meaningless "God" in his mouth, there is no other way to relieve the oppressed heart.

This power even shook the Elf Corridor.

It was born after the battle appeared on the earth, seven thousand years of battle, nine thousand years of laziness, until the end of the war, there was an unparalleled sparkling light of the essence.

Artesiu deserves to be called "the strongest"!

Seeing those Skywing species that had originally guarded the God of War blown away, Luo Pei held his wrist, feeling the blood that was constantly burning in his body, and grinned grinningly.

"There was a hearty wind blowing in my heart, Artesh..."

The black and unknown aura was filled with madness like mist.

Death, misfortune, oppression, slavery--

The essence of "disaster", which is of the same nature as "war," is as hot as a dark flame, forming a protective barrier in front of Luo Pei. Suppress it.

"The winner will have all the rights. I like this sentence! Your "strongest" and the dominance of the world will all be the spoils of my next plunder! "

The figure of the black-haired youth was constantly changing and distorted, and his voice became illusory.

The four slender arms that diverged from the elbows, dark blue, red, and pale white like bones, the faceless demon **** locked the **** of war at the center of the spiral beam with his spiritual vision.

Artesiu pointed the golden spear at Rope far away and laughed.

"Sure enough, my friend! Your aura proves that you have that qualification. You will be my most respected opponent and the most eager to defeat since I was born!"

He dropped the tip of the gun slightly.

"Let's find our true desires from fighting each other... But the real battle site is not here. In this land that has become "trophies", you can't do it unscrupulously, right? "

"Ah. I think so too."

Demon God responded.

Not to mention Lope's purpose, the two gods just exuded their momentum and let Abant Heim scream as the carrier's fantasy species.

Different from Kainas, different from Okan, the space is distorted at this time, and once the war really starts, this land will be burned to ashes by the fire of fighting.

Moreover, what Arthur needs is an opponent who does not hesitate to fight freely.

Rope and Artesiu looked at each other, no one moved first.

But in the trance, at a moment when the time was not certain, the two arrived at their battlefield at the same time.

——In the void.

The darkness of the abyss, the emptiness and chaos.

Behind the overlord who exuded the violent golden spirit power, the red moon hung high, and the moon chanters who might have escaped from the world stage were looking up to this greatness with humble fear.

Standing on the other side, the dark and weird faceless demon **** stepped on top of the world, a creature that was cold and not like a real existence, like a vast ocean hiding undercurrents, and it would be destined to bring an indelible terrible disaster.

Altesh's smile gradually faded.

Entering a fighting state, he was not arrogant because of his own strength, but he was more serious than any existence.

The power of the soul constructs an inescapable space, and the gun of the **** of war is directed at the dark blue demon.

The next moment, God of War took the lead.

The extreme speed like that of the electric flint, no, it may be faster than that, so extreme that it doesn't even leave afterimages.

The golden gun pierced through the void, domineeringly penetrating through all obstacles including space, galloping like a train, piercing the head of the faceless demon god.

It burned blazingly, but it was not an ordinary flame, but the violent manifestation of the incomparable spiritual power of the **** of war.

Same as Rope thought.