Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"It's fine."

Azrael let out a long sigh of relief.

Of all the Flügel, the one who worried her the most was the youngest sister.

"Sister Azrael, what should we do now?" the Flügel asked cautiously: "The enemy has changed, are we going to continue to fight in formation?"

Azrael pondered for a long time and shook her head.

"It's a very critical situation. The enemy has changed from a broken fantasy species to an intact god species. Let alone Xiaoji's exhaustion, even if we still retain all of our strength, we are not enough to form a "combat power against the god species."How much power do you have left? "

"Because the "Sky Strike" just now was not at full strength, there are still about [-]% left. "

"Really... I don't even have ten percent here..."

Even the usual "meow" at the end of the sentence is not added, which shows how great the pressure on Azrael caused by the battle in the small world of the fantasy species.

In other words, it is a miracle that she can retain ten percent of her combat power now.

If it weren't for the "middle core" right in front of her eyes, and letting "Cloud Mist Vortex" use "Bad Melting Realm" one step later, she would completely melt into nothingness.

"Follow my orders!"

Azrael's expression became serious.

"Leave [-] people with me to face the gods, and take Jibril to Abant Heim with the rest, and report the "hunting" to Lord Artesu! "

"Sister Azrael!?"

"No! If you want to fight, stay with us! There is no reason for "weapons" to escape the battle by themselves! "

"idiot!"

Azrael cursed angrily.

"Lord Artosh never said that he would die if he knew he couldn't win! The so-called war is to do everything in his power to win. The retreat now is not for defeat, but for the next victory!"

Learn from experience, discuss countermeasures, and then come back to kill this god species.

This has always been the Flügel's strategy when faced with individually powerful enemies.

As for the sisters who died in battle - while they regained their victory, they also deserved to die.

"But, you..."

The Flügel were rarely hesitant.

This shows the high popularity of Azrael among the Flügels.

'Ladies, did you forget an important link while discussing countermeasures? '

In the hearts of all the Flügel, a male voice resounded.

A joke like a cat playing a mouse.

'You haven't asked if I'll allow you to leave. '

Not even for a split second, the Flügels carried out Azrael's orders.

Wings, who consciously stayed here, no longer stingy with their strength, and released "Sky Strike" at the same time as Azrael, who was on the verge of exhaustion.

To the dark blue devil!

The dark clouds were torn apart, and the dark stars fell to the ground.

Its attack range is so wide that it includes the elves behind Rope.

In response, the Demon God just opened his four slender arms.

'This is a "dream", here is an illusion!You struggle, you resist, all are unrealistic things!Indulge in the dream, forget the real existence! '

The gods handed down the judgment on the Flügel's resistance to retreat.

Space warped.

The incomplete "Sky Strikes" of the Flügels, one by one, disappeared from this world.

At the same time, just like losing the support of the Elf Corridor, even those Flügels who had flown far away kept falling towards the ground.

Everything is fiction, and everything is real.

After the fall, Azrael climbed out of the rock weakly, her eyes unbelievable.

How can it be?

Is this the power of a newly born god species?

Compared to this one, the god-species that I conquered before... what exactly is that? !

'Go to sleep. '

Rope murmured softly.

'Dreams are cold and warm. As long as I fall asleep and come to my dreamland, everything will be fine...'

Flügel fell in pieces.

Breathing is normal, not death.