Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Hurry up! Add repairing techniques and link them together with spiritual fantasy!"

In the Temple of the God of War, Raphael anxiously directed her sisters to send the Flügels who had been transferred back by Artois into a repairing ceremony.

At this moment, something penetrated the barrier of Abant Heim's "small world", mixed with unknown power, and rushed into the temple of the God of War.

The target was Artosh on the throne.

The speed was so fast that the Flügel had not yet reacted, and the thing arrived in front of Artois.

"Lord Artosh!"

Raphael's worries were superfluous.

A strong man, the God of War simply reached out and caught the thing.

Artois opened his palm and looked at the broken stone, and after a long time, there was a happy laughter that the Flügels hadn't heard for a long time.

"Is this your "challenge book"?Very good! "

God of War laughed.

"God of disaster, I'm here, I won't run or hide! Come on, if you have the qualification to take away the title of "strongest", the world domination will naturally become yours!Don't let me down, I'm getting impatient waiting..."

Raphael had only seen such a master once.

That was when Artosh was preparing to conquer the "Dragon of the End" Hatirem, and after the master returned, he fell into a stagnation of even more disappointment.

- God's thinking, creation cannot understand.

With this thought in mind, Raphael lowered his head and continued to deal with the rescued sisters.

Since then, the corners of Arto's mouth have often been smiling.

Since then, the names of the gods of disasters, fears, and dreams have been known to all species in this world, and they have been listed as the most dangerous gods.

Chapter [-] Crawling Under Disaster

The pain of war is unimaginable.

Even though the races of this world have become accustomed to death and war, they will inevitably fall into grief and despair after suffering an unprecedented disaster that almost annihilates the race.

"Hua Guanqing, there are only so many people who survived..."

"What about the lowest refuge area?"

"The investigation has been completed."

Xinke Nierbalen was silent, with sadness in his eyes.

In front of her, there were probably less than [-] forest elves constantly stepping on the military "grass dome ship".

Most of them were civilians or people with no qualifications as a magician. The high-level and nobles lived in the upper floors of the lush forest, and they evaporated instantly when Jibril used the "Ultimate Strike".Therefore, the continuation of the bloodlines with the qualifications of the practitioners naturally has a fault.

This is no small problem.

The root cause of the elves being able to stand up in this frantic war is the artisans born within the race. Without these breeding grounds for artisans, the decline of the advanced magical civilization can almost be said to be imminent.

But aside from these future matters, the elves finally did not embark on the road of complete death.

Standing in front of Xinke Nierbalen, the adjutant hesitated and asked again.

"Qianguang, you and the Admiral are the top commanders of the elves at present. Do you really plan to lead the elves into the command of the God of Calamity? Of course I understand your difficulties, but from the emergence of intelligent creatures in this world until now, No race has ever betrayed its creator. The god Kainas..."

"That's not our god anymore."

The topic changed to the God of Nature, and the sadness in Xinke Nierbalen's eyes disappeared instantly.

In its place was a firm disgust.

"If Lord God of Disaster chooses to stand by and watch this war, we don't even have a chance to stand here and think, and be slaughtered by those Flügels one by one. Do you think Kainas sits and watches the demise of the elves like this? God, is it still worthy of our respect and service?"

"No, I just..."

The elves' adjutant opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Xinke Nierba patted his shoulder continuously.

"Get used to the new life that follows. You and the Admiral of Wang Ye Fleet must appease the people. I will be in charge of the Lord God of Disaster, and try to get the Lord to allow and help us build a new home."

"……clear."

The elves' adjutant left, and Xinke Nierbalen also turned around and walked towards the only towering building in the exaggerated pit, the temple of the "God of Nature" Kainas.

The handsome black-haired god is sitting quietly in it.

"Is it done?"

Rope asked without looking back.

Xinke Nierbalen bowed respectfully, hiding his sadness behind a perfect smile.

——Don't leave any bad impression on the new lord.

"Yes, there are less than [-] commoners of the forest elites, and they have been gradually transferred into the "Grass Vault Ship". As long as you cultivate a little, you should be able to form a new combat force that is useful to you..."

"I'm not ruthless enough to let such an elves go to war right away."

Rope turned his head, and his azure blue pupils stared at Xinke Nierbalen.