Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"It's been a long time since I heard news... Now that the war has evolved to the end, are there still "Gods" born in this world..."

"My Lord God, please give me an order based on this news. A newly born god species, your feathers are willing to reproduce the brilliance of a thousand years ago, and penetrate its essence for you..."

Of all the races in the world, only the Flügel have truly killed the gods.

And in that terrifying battle, it was Azrael and another Flügel named Raphael who penetrated the essence of that goddess with their own hands.

Artosh ignored Azrael's request and asked irrelevant questions.

"I ask you, is it strong enough?"

"...I don't know."

Azrael fell into the regret of being unable to answer the Lord God.

But she immediately tried to make up for it.

"But I think, no matter what the power nature of that god species is, it is absolutely impossible to communicate with you, Artesu-sama..."

Her words stopped.

Artosh waved his hand to stop Azrael's flattery.The originally somewhat happy expression returned to calm, and the dullness in the depths of the bright golden pupils emerged.

"It's hard work, my feathers. I already know your news. This is the same as the way you treat Orkan and Kainas. Leave it alone."

"……Yes."

That's how the meeting ended.

At the moment when Artosh changed his mood, Azrael thought that the Creator would stand up from the throne, lead his feathers again, and achieve a glorious war like a long time ago, which made her blood boil with excitement.

but no.

The master is still sitting on the throne, maintaining a posture that has not moved for thousands of years.

"Sigh... Lord Artesius still refuses to leave the throne room, nya..."

Sighing, Azrael flew out of the Temple of the God of War listlessly.

She didn't try to figure out the way of thinking of the God of War, because in Azrael's view, all the actions of the lord have his own reason, and the Flügel as a "weapon" only needs to obey the order, killing the enemy of the lord is enough .

During the flight, Azrael caught a figure with her excellent eyesight.

A Flügel with long spectral hair and cross-striped amber eyes.

"Hey hey hey..."

Azrael grinned maliciously.

Then, taking aim, the Flügel's eldest sister rushed over like that beautiful shadow like a cannonball.

"Xiaoji! It's so hard for my sister to go out this time! Hurry up and use your lovely wings to warm my heart~~~"

As for Azrael, the Flügel girl turned around and threw a torrent of jet-black elves without hesitation.

Flügel's unique trick - "Sky Strike"

It seems that today's Avant Heim is still very peaceful...

Chapter [-] The God of Nightmares Lives in Dreams

In a space unrelated to the normal world—

It may not be appropriate to say that it is space. This is an illusory, hazy, untraceable, and idealistic world, which is a place that creatures call "dreamland" in the conventional sense.

They are fragmented and unable to form correctly interpretable phenomena.

Every creature that can dream, whether it is a beautiful dream or a nightmare, exists here, after a brief birth and a brief death.

This is a place that no one cares about.

Divine species, fantasy species, dragon spirit species, giant species, and even the goblin species closest to the "dreamland" would hardly ever imagine that such an uncertain place could allow creatures to enter it and use it as a nest.

Because this is an impossible delusion.

But there are always exceptions.

At the moment when the god of disaster, fear and dream was born, the "dream" of this world had its owner.

The powerful power of the gods combined the fragments of dreams in the "dreamland" to form a huge and surprising real world.

This is also Rope's latest station.

The tall, dark-blue Demon God wandered through the world under his control, pointing with his arms from time to time.And in the direction he pointed, like ink painting turned into reality, refined and elegant is generated from the hazy mist, revealing the British style architecture of the Victorian period.

In the dream, everything is illusory, and everything is real——

"Nibia, what do you think of this?"

Floating and following behind the Demon God, the fantasy species in the form of gray fog was silent for a long time, before he could say a word for a long while.

'I think... not bad. '

"No, I need to explain it in more detail, the idea of ​​"not bad" is really all-purpose. "

The Faceless Demon God shook his head and denied the Phantasm's evaluation.

It was really embarrassing for Inzahn Nibia.