Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Xinke Nierbalen, who released the "Fourth Protection of Longevity" again, lay wearily on the edge of the battleship, watching the interaction between the goblin seed and the creator, with envy and pain in his eyes.

When Ronnie Delauunier encountered danger, Orkan appeared.

But when she was in danger, Kainas was indifferent.

She cut off the last trace of nostalgia in her heart and turned her gaze to the dark blue demon god.

So from now on, I'll ask you, Lord Rope...

Rope ignored the interaction between Orkan and the goblin, and his faceless face cracked with a "mouth", smiling sarcastically.

"Why should I give face to a mortal god? Okan, do you think too highly of yourself?"

His four arms gather strength.

"Or, do you think I have to sell you face after using the trick just now?"

"Sigh of the Living" really consumed a lot.

But for Rope's abyss-like power, it's nothing at all.

Coupled with his heretic god technique, it would not be a problem to fight against a non-combat-type god.

This world needs him to be cautious, only the "God of War" Artosh!

"God of disaster... With your power, I alone can really handle it, and even penetrate my soul."

Orkan sighed, and his thick fingers pointed to a position not far from Rope.

Where the Flügels sleep.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the "first feather" that Artesius loves most, right?Your spirit is too flamboyant, although that guy has not left his throne for thousands of years, but if this feather is present, I believe that Artesu, who is aware of it, is still willing to help.Are you ready to face both me and Artosh at the same time? "

Rope's hand paused.

Indeed, he is not afraid of fighting alone.

But if the god of forging and the god of war join forces at this time, the situation will become very troublesome.

Because even if the most optimistic estimate is that the two sides will be tied, his plan to win the Star Cup will be completely overturned.

- Not worth the loss.

Seeing that the hostility of the dark blue demon dwindled, Orkan's smile gradually disappeared.

"...It's terrifying."

The forging god sighed.

"A provocation like mine can't be held back. Compared with your power, this control is more difficult for me. God of disaster, you are different from those gods who have been eroded by war and crazy..."

Okan's real intention is not to retreat, it is to fight Ropey here.

Because only this chance can it stand on the same front as the proud and strongest god, Arto, and use Arto's power to eliminate the god of disaster.

But Rope's sanity put the plan on hold.

That lazy god of war, despite the need to save Feather, would probably only be serious when the "real challenge" appeared. He would never take action in such a chaotic battlefield, and he continued to keep his movement.

The strongest yearns for "challenge", while the rest treat them like weeds.

"God of disaster, I have received your strong greed for the star cup."

Orkan raised his hammer and slammed it under his feet.

As if that space was given "activity", it started to jump and move.

"I'm waiting for you at the "God Stove". "

The god of blacksmithing left with his family.

After a while, Rope found that his "dream" was forcibly interrupted by a powerful force, and the Flügels lying on the ground disappeared one by one.

Without caring about these little things, Rope looked up at the direction of the power, and he also knew that the master of the power was looking at him.

——“God of War” Artosh.

Are you hungry for a challenge...

Rope lifted the appearance of the huge old god, turned into a human figure and stood on the ground, picking up a stone.

He added his own power and flicked his fingers lightly, like a meteor flying in the direction of Artoshu's existence.

"Then just wait, wait for me to pull you off the throne... When the challenge you most desire is in front of you, one-on-one, don't refuse to fight because of cowardice..."

With a smile on Rope's mouth, he turned his head to the "Grass Vault Ship" of the elves.

He now finally understands why Tet, the "god of games" in the original book, named this world Disbod.

Like a chessboard, this unpredictable war is the best microcosm of the world.

Chaos, disorder, anything can happen.

What a delightful world...

……

Above the sky, in the mobile city of Avant Heim of the Flügel, the wings of the God of War are busy.