Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Floating in the air, looking at the fantasy species that shrank into a small gray fog, Rope's azure blue eyes flashed a hint of admiration.

'What's your answer? ' asked Inzahn Nibia.

Rope did not rush to answer.

He looked at the elves who were in the "Grass Dome Ship" under their feet, and were not affected by Inzahn Nibia because of their descending height.

As well as the beautiful female elves who stared blankly at the sky.

"I want to get the "Star Cup" and get the domination of this world. "

Rope said.

"But if I go to the game alone, there are too many uncertain factors. Therefore, I will start to create my own race after I find the "habitat". There's no way I can talk about race... I also have a rough idea about the habitat..."

Inzahn Nibia quietly listened to the babble of the gods in front of him.

It's not surprising at all.

As long as it is a god species, after activating the essence, it will have the ambition to dominate the world.

"So, do you want to come?"

Ropey stretched out his hand towards the grey mist.

"Even Artesius has an Illusion Seed, I consider myself no worse than him, and of course there is no reason to be inferior to him, do you want to become my "Apostle"?Fantasy species. "

Inzahn Nibia fell silent.

For a long time, while Rope waited patiently, the voice of the soul sounded.

'I...I really can't understand your gods.Stop me from attacking me, and ask me to be your apostle after winning... Are you kidding me? '

"I'm serious."

'...'

Another long meditation.

Just when Rope thought that the other party would refuse, Inzahn Nibia stretched out a chain of gray fog.

That should be the limb it simulates, similar to the "hand".

'I agree... My name is Inzahn Nibia, and I will sacrifice the sequel of my life to the gods—you. '

Inzahn Nibia said.

'Then the gods, my future lord, what should I call you? '

"Rope."

The black-haired young man said with a smile, grasping the gray fog hand of Inzahn Nibia that can "kill" all things with his white hands.

No matter which world, with competent subordinates, there will be much less trouble. This is a very simple and easy to understand truth...

So, witnessed by a group of unimportant elves, under the gloomy sky of dusk, another pair of gods and fantasy reached a "covenant" that existed in ancient times.

PS:

Well, the second update you want is exhausting me...

Chapter [-] Dedication to the Seeds of the Gods

Fortunately, there is still day and night in this world.

Even though everyone was beaten to death, the "spiritual skeleton" of the dead elves formed a blood-red dark cloud to cover the sun, and the dark and cold night still walked steadily to the side of all creatures.

When the Divine Species ended the battle and landed on the "Grass Vault Ship", the sky was completely dark.

As a forest elves, Xinke Nierbalen would not be blocked by the darkness, so he correctly saw the human-shaped black-haired youth walking towards him.But in this environment, she still felt an inexplicable panic, as if the image of the thirty-meter deep blue devil still remained in her mind, lingering.

"On behalf of the elves, I welcome you, honorable god..."

With a smile on his face, Xinke Nierbalen lifted the edge of the vestment and performed a perfect etiquette.

Even if the appearance of the other party destroys the big plan of "Fantasy Seed Capture", there is no way to express any dissatisfaction.

Ropey glanced around and found that the entire elf fleet, including this flower crown, was still normal.The other elves were either shivering in fear of facing their superiors, or they were affected by his old god appearance and showed signs of mental breakdown under the suppression of their companions.

"Let your subordinates relax, Inzaen Nibia is now my apostle, and will not hurt you without my order."

Rope said in a relaxed tone.

Hearing this, Xinke Nierbalian looked at the gray fog that remained calm and no longer irritable in the sky, his smile remained the same, but his palms clenched a little unnaturally, and his fingernails almost pierced into his flesh.

"...Thanks to your help. If it weren't for you, I might have died at the hands of those goblin and fantasy species."

She lied insincerely, and then in order to hide her subtle body movements, she turned around and made an inviting gesture.

"Please move. Although it is impossible to prepare a reception banquet equivalent to your status in a short period of time, it is really against the earnest teaching of God Kainas to have a god standing on the deck of the "Grass Dome Ship". .If there are shortcomings and rudiments, please bear with me. "

Should it be said that it is a forest elves, no matter what the inside is, this superficial skill is really top-notch...

The young Hua Guanqing's small movements did not escape Rope's sharp eyes, and he didn't care, anyway, it wasn't for this trivial matter that he sought the elves.

Following Xinke Nierbalen into the cabin of the "Grass Dome Ship", an atmosphere full of strange culture came.

Plant, plant, plant.