Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

Artosh's attack collided with Shiki's "Sword Strike", with a dull sound that made the heart stop, and an incandescent light like a supernova explosion lit up.The mighty storm caused by the violent collision swept forward in all directions.Just the aftermath evaporated the mountains under the feet, deforming the surface, and the entire planet trembled under this force, as if it might fall apart at any time.

The world is out of place.

A conspicuous long black scar appeared in the sky, like a huge scar, spanning between the sky and the earth.The correction power of the world is constantly emerging, but it is blocked by the remaining power above, unable to perform meritorious deeds.

"So that's how it is... This is the principle of 'the most war'!"

Four Seasons suddenly expressed such emotion. Just now, he got a revelation from somewhere. He who killed Artosh, the God of War, has become the new "strongest" on this planet. If the star cup appears, Then almost [-]% will appear in his hands.

The tall figure of the god of war Artoxiu descended slowly, and there was a clear horizontal line on his body, dividing him in two from head to toe, at this time the golden particles were collapsing from the horizontal line.

"I failed." Artoxiu had a faint smile on his lips, without a trace of frustration in his tone: "Congratulations, you have become the master of this planet."

Four Seasons showed such an expression, "Ha, you really have a chance to become the only god."

"I am the god of war, and war and struggle are what I want."

Four Seasons sighed, "It's a pity, in fact, you are only limited by the limits of the world, otherwise, with your strength, you should be stronger."

In essence, the spirit species is the personified law of heaven and earth born after obtaining the marrow.God of War, as a god-species that feeds on fighting spirit, hatred, malice and blood, naturally possesses huge advantages, and is almost destined to be the strongest.It's a pity that Xiao He is also Xiao He if he is successful. After becoming the strongest, he has no way to advance—this is the limitation of the world and nature.

Shiji is very clear that he has the same problem, but he is far luckier than Artosh, the God of War. Whether it is Ouroboros or "Him", the upper limit of power is terrifyingly high.

'Perhaps, when I touch their realm, my own strength will stagnate. At that time, I need to grope forward by myself. '

Artoxiu laughed, and replied heartily: "Winners are winners, losers are losers, and the losers find any reason, it's just an excuse."

Four Seasons shrugged, and suddenly showed a curious look: "I have a question, since you can know and use the abilities of other races, then the technology of marrow explosion is also possible, right? As the marrow of the strongest God of War, after marrow blast The power of time is enough to destroy the world, aren't you going to pull me back?"

Chapter 39 Kindergarten Teacher Four Seasons

"Aren't you going to use the marrow explosion, pull me as a back?"

"It's really a meaningless question." At this time, Artoxiu did not have any frustration of the loser. Instead, he was as brave as a god of war, with a simple brave but joyful smile, "Battle, war, is originally What I hope is to obey the rules of the loser, besides, I don't think my marrow explosion can kill you."

Artoxiu looked at the four seasons who were completely unscathed, and even breathing was not disturbed. There is no doubt that there is an obvious performance gap between the two, but, to be an enemy of such a strong person, he originally hoped that an unknown enemy would appear own expectations.

"Is it just for 'war'?" Siji looked at Artoxiu with a firm face and a black beard as strong as steel, and laughed: "Obviously he is a middle-aged uncle, but his thoughts are so pure in the end?"

"I once asked Hatilem, the final dragon, a question, and now I ask you again: What is the strongest?"

Looking at the solemn Artoxiu, Siji pondered for a while, and replied: "The so-called 'strongest' is just relative strongest, just like you are the strongest in this world, but I am stronger than you, so what I pray for It's 'stronger'."

Artosh, who got different answers from Four Seasons, lowered his head and thought, "Stronger? Become stronger?"

"Master...failed?"

The Flügel standing on top of the phantasmagoric Avant Heim looked up at Artosh's tall and mighty body which continued to disintegrate into elves and returned to the elf corridor, all at a loss.The master is the incarnation of the concept of "war". No one is the master's opponent. He is the strongest because he is the strongest.

But, will the master fail this time?

The Flügel have always been swords swung according to orders, so they never had to think about it in the past.Now that the person holding the sword is about to die, what is the meaning of the sword as a weapon?

"Why does the weapon still live after the master's death? It's better to be buried with the master."

Many Flügel had this idea in their minds, and then quietly watched Artosh pass away, waiting for the last moment to come.

Originally, the Flügel had very little fear of death. They were a race created as weapons. For races with eternal life, death was even honor.

Jibril looked at the will to die in the eyes of the sisters, her face was a little flustered, she didn't want to become the only Flügel in the world, "It's not good, hey, senior Azrael, wake up, sister They're all gone..."

Azrael raised her head blankly, her heterochromatic pupils were out of focus, she didn't look at Jibril at all, and she muttered to herself, "Why should I live without the Creator's weapon?"

"Oops, this is not what I expected. Isn't Azrael the eldest sister who cares most about the Flügel?" Jibril put her left hand on her forehead, and sighed, "Could it be spoiled? To be reasonable, I don't mean to be an idiot." Is your vitality and ability to withstand stress the strongest?"

Looking at the group of sisters on the opposite side, Jibril gritted her teeth, spread her wings behind her back, and disappeared in place, "I have no choice but to do it myself."

"Non-staff individual?" Artosh woke up from his thoughts, staring at Jibril with sharp golden eyes, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jibril knelt down on one knee and bowed respectfully to Alte, "Lord God, this is the last time I salute you. Thank you for giving me life, and I wish you a good journey."

Hearing Jibril's words, Four Seasons felt a little subtle. Why does it sound like Jibril is a vicious woman who colludes with outsiders to seize her family property, while she is a poisonous husband who works with Jibril? They are playing villains?

"You did not live up to my expectations. I am very satisfied with what you have done." A smile appeared on the corner of Artosh's mouth, and there was a touch of clarity in his tone: "Because you are an incomplete individual, it is more possible and more Is there room for improvement? Not the strongest, so you can be stronger?"

"Ah, it's great that you are satisfied." Jibril said with a bright smile on her immature face, "I happen to have a heartfelt request. Look at my sisters..."

"Is that so, for the future of the wings?" Artosh looked down at the race he created below, nodded and said: "The winner gets everything, and the loser loses everything. This is the sacred right bestowed by war. I will declare that Tianyi The ownership of each race belongs to the winner, facing other races, they are a sharp sword."

"Huh?" The corners of Siji's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously exclaimed, looking down at a large group of small and disheveled young O girls, funny and angry, this is asking himself to be a kindergarten teacher what?

After glaring at Jibril, Four Seasons teased: "I always feel that you are throwing the blame away. As the one who killed their creator, they will be loyal to me? Maybe someday they will hold Sky Strike and try to It's over with me."

Artoxiu looked at the four seasons seriously and replied: "I believe in your strength. With such strength, you naturally have the strength to accommodate the world. Why don't you dare to accept the race created by the mere loser?"

This time it's an aggressive method, but the four seasons can be sure, Artoxiu himself didn't mean that, he really believed in the strength of the four seasons.

"My wings, I am defeated, and I am about to die. As the winner, I have the right to accept everything from me. The god-killing weapon you created for me is a sword that annihilates other races. Since it is a weapon, when the master dies After that, following the stronger is a matter of course. This is my last order!"

After finishing speaking, Artosh's eyes fell on Jibril and Azrael, and said calmly: "The non-staff entity, the first entity, I will leave it to you next."

Jibril nodded vigorously with a sullen face: "Yes!"

Azrael restrained all her emotions, nodded expressionlessly and said, "Understood, Lord Artosh."

Looking at the sisters who were obviously at a loss, Jibril breathed a sigh of relief: "The future that the sisters lost is renewed. '

After the explanation, Artosh's body has become translucent, and his golden eyes are staring at the seasons, "I am the strongest, but the one who defeated me was a 'stronger' person from another world, which is really interesting Things. Now my wish is fulfilled, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I expect you to become the strongest!"