The Endless Shuttle

Loki strode out between the thrones of the fairy palace.

Odin asked loudly.

"Where are you going, Loki?"

"Leave from under your shadow, and then go where I want."

The old man clenched the spear-like rod in his hand, and after struggling with his expression, he did not throw his "Eternal Spear" towards Loki after all.

An aura of cracks spread in the fairy palace.

That breath is extremely cold.

After Loki walked out of Odin's fairy palace, he came to his temple.

In the dark shadow, a giant wolf fell asleep.

The wolf slowly opened his eyes and stared at Loki who walked in front of it.

"Fenrir, I need your strength to help me." Rocky said: "I absolutely can't let real peace come. In any case, I will prevent the signing of this peace treaty, even if I entangled in the sky. The haze of the demon outside the territory!"

"..."

Fenrir didn't speak, and nodded after a moment.

As for what the magic wolf thought in his heart, I am afraid that only it can know it.

"Very good! With your power, coupled with the mass-produced "Ending Dragon" Mitgaum...no, not enough! "

Loki's expression suddenly became serious.

"If you want to contend with the power of that evil demon, we can't match it alone. I have to find some helpers, even if I don't expect to defeat the big demon, but just hold him... By the way! Fenrir, can I trouble you to go? A trip to the east?"

"……East?"

Fenrir made a puzzled voice.

Loki smiled.

"Yes, Dongfang. I am not the **** who is unwilling to peace. The God of Mount Xume, the "God of War" Emperor Shitian will never sit back and watch no matter how the world is moving towards peace. He will definitely be interested in my plan. It is also his only chance. Once the peace treaty is officially signed, it will not be so easy to stir up the storm. "

"I will only tell Di Shitian your words intact..."

"Yes, that's fine."

Along with the laughter of the evil **** Loki, the wind and snow in the cold gods roared more intensely.

...

While careerists are terrified of calm, in the office of the chairman of the private King King Academy, Rope is very happy for his masterpiece.

The fallen angel governor Azazel stared at the thing in the hands of the dark-haired young man with amazement.

In his thousands of years of life, he had never seen such a dazzling, such awe-inspiring artifact.

No, maybe it has exceeded the scope of the "sacred weapon" and "sacred instrument", becoming something more than a dozen dimensions higher.

The power contained in the crown in the hands of the demons can even change the world itself!

"It's done... it's only an artifact that resonates with my soul!"

Name: "Devil's Crown"

grade:? ? ?

Ability: harmony of divine power, self-sublimation, spiritual power.

Evaluation: The divine crown cast by the demigod Rope with the spirit of Gufkafu, its existence surpasses the casting technique itself, and becomes a truly dazzling artifact even in the multiverse range, comparable to the symbol of the evil gods. Things, and it will resonate with the master’s soul and grow together.

Forbidden Hand: "The Dark Glory of the Lord of Tyranny."

Rope looked at the simple crown with rusty appearance, smiled slightly, and put it on the top of his head.

In a trance, the magic crown disappeared on the forehead of the black-haired youth.

"Divine power reconciliation, self-sublimation, idealistic power... not bad, really good."

Rope closed his eyes and sighed comfortably.

"This step can be done with the technology of this world, Azazel, I have to thank you for it."

"Please don't say that. I just provided the superficial knowledge."

Azazel said distressedly.

"Even if you let me watch the casting process, I can't understand what you did to make those unknown materials become such a thing under the technology of artificial artifacts."

He originally wanted to see how the power of the evil demon outside the world would react with the artifacts of the world.

But Azazel never regretted his vision so much, as if he had lived for thousands of years in vain.

He couldn't understand Rope's craftsmanship and casting process at all, and that behavior seemed to be extremely poisonous. Once the focus was too deep, the twelve-winged fallen angel would not be able to bear the terrifying poison.

"Anyway, if you provide me with help and ideas, that is your help to me. I am not a stingy person. Tomorrow I will go to **** to help you transform that place into a garden of Eden that is not lost to the seventh heaven. "

"Ha, so the Fallen Angels will soon usher in a new increase..."

Azazel laughed and shook his head.

"We have also studied the technology of transforming humans into fallen angels, but it seems that most people don't like the environment of purgatory very much..."

"Don't talk about it, Michael should have contacted you, right?"

Rope went to sit behind the desk and asked with a smile.

"Now you will be able to study your artifacts with complete peace of mind, without worrying about the ancient racial hatred."

"Compared to that, I was even more surprised that you would act as a guarantor in it."

"It's just a name, I won't let trivial troubles come to me."

"This alone is exaggerated... That's the name of an extraterritorial demon, don't you know how terrifying your name is among the gods?"

"One of my wives is Nix, the goddess of the night in Greece. I think I know better than you what the gods think of me."

"Hahaha, the facial expressions of those guys are very interesting to think about..."

Boom, boom, boom.