Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

""Lower Time Backtracking". "

The male's steady voice sounded beside Jibril's ears, like a thunderclap.

The young Flügel tilted his head, staring blankly at Rope who appeared behind him at some point.The latter removed a change of clothes, and there was no damage at all.

Even in his right hand he was holding a fruit that he didn't know where it came from.

"This temple is still useful to me, but I can't let you destroy it like this."

Rope took a bite of the fruit in his hand, like an ordinary person going out shopping.

"If I had known that I should have arranged some protection secrets around the temple of Kainas, the time magic is simply a tiger that eats oil. Oh, you don't know what a tiger that eats oil means? Several times the usual magic, usually to describe a car..."

Jibril came back to her senses, stared at Rope, and finally sighed helplessly.

"It still won't work... It seems that I won't say defeating Lord Artesius, even a god-like species like you can't hurt..."

"If Artosh came to fight me, he would definitely use his overly powerful "war" essence to lock me in, so that I wouldn't have any chance of escaping.Your power is still too weak. "

"Even if I block the space?"

"I am not only a "disaster", but also a "dream". "

Rope smiled.

"Are you sure that the fact that you "hit me with a critical strike" just now wasn't a "dream"? "

He is the god species of "Dream".

Unreal and real, alternate with each other, manipulate freely.

Turning the reality of "being hit by a critical strike" into a "dream", that is, illusory, then of course Rope can't suffer any damage.

It's just that this little trick can only be used on these guys who are not gods.

The battle between the two gods is almost always showing the power of their own souls. At that level of battle, this method is no different from the "obfuscation method", which can be pierced at once.

"Speaking of which, Miss Jibril, don't you feel that your situation is so bad? Are you so calm and expect those little Flügel girls who came to support you to save your life?" Rope glanced at the approaching Flügel. species.

"I don't have that kind of delusion. I know exactly what the fate of challenging the gods will be."

Jibril was also a bachelor, knowing that she couldn't escape, so she stopped acting, lying directly on the ground, showing a comfortable resting expression.

"Then trouble the unfamiliar Lord of Gods to act quickly. If you are rushed by my sisters, you will not have such a good chance."

Flügels are not afraid of death.

Death in battle is the most desired destination of every Flügel, and it is also the highest reward that reflects their existence as "war weapons".

Close your eyes and wait for death.

But for a long time, all Jibril waited for was something cold that hit her face.

Opening her eyes, the Flügel girl almost jumped up angrily.

The black-haired youth had no intention of doing anything, but instead threw the remaining fruit pit on the girl's beautiful face.

"I said it was just "playing with you", don't take yourself too seriously, Miss Jibril.Besides..."

Rope looked at the direction of the elves' war, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.

"...The important things I want are waiting for me to harvest."

Xinke Nierbalen's prayer entered his heart.

What should I say, it is something to be proud of to be able to rebel against a race with a creator.

Just as Nyarlathotep can degenerate mortal creatures with only words, as a demigod of the Heretic God, it would be too small to only use violence.

Not only that, but when Xinke Nirbalien fell into his palm, Rope's search for "God of Nature" Kainas was even easier.

This is also one of the backup plans in case he can't find it, but Rope didn't expect it to be so fast.

It can only be said that the appearance of the Flügel has accelerated the process of hunting down the God of Nature.

"You have to pay before you can harvest..."

Rope shook his head.

"It seems that even if I have no idea, I have to stir up the muddy water."

In the next second, the figure of the black-haired youth dissipated in Jibril's eyes like smoke.

From the beginning to the end, the gods didn't care about the Flügel girl, as if there was nothing more important than Jibril now.

As he said, this joke-like confrontation is just a level of "playing with you".

Jibril's self-esteem was hit like never before.

"Xiaoji!"

"Are you okay? Why did you use the ultimate strike? Azrael sister is going crazy because of you."

"I have to send it back quickly to perform the repairing technique."

The Flügel reached the deep pit and asked anxiously around Jibril.

The girl pushed her sisters away.