Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"...Not only the dragon spirits, the nightmares are clearing all the upper races in the south of the continent. Giants, fantasy species, there are no exceptions." Regin Levi said.

"The God of Calamity must have made a big move there. It's stupid to act rashly at this time! If you do this, you will only become a pathfinder for other races!"

Hearing the words, Yaron Leif opened the corners of his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth.

It was a mocking expression unique to dragons.

"To put it bluntly, Regin Levi Ru is afraid. I heard that your subordinate dragon was killed by the Feather God's feather not long ago, but you did not respond at all. It was really fear that swallowed your soul."

Yan Long turned around and spread his wings.

"I know, cowardly, I know your answer."

He looked back, and the scarlet vertical pupils looked at Regin Levi in ​​disappointment.

"The iron blocks of machinery are frequently invading my territory. I will collect a large number of wild dragons, and use them to cut first, and then the nightmare species in the dream. You can hold your own life and stay here safely. Regin Levi."

"..." Cong Long didn't answer.

Seeing this, Yan Long gave up his last hope.

"If it was Lord "Long Long", in such a situation, he would definitely take the same path as me..."

With the last words, Yaron Leif left Regin Levi's lair.

The pure white dragon spirit raised his head and kept watching the pitch-black dragon spirit fly farther and farther, as if he wanted to remember the figure of this old friend in his heart.

Regin Levy is well aware that he is also the most visionary dragon of the dragon elves.

Although the dragon spirit species currently occupy the top power sequence in this world, they are not weaker than those races with god species.Taking the risk of completely pressing the result of the war, there is no other way but to destroy it all.

"Yaronlev, just because Lord "Dragon" will follow the same path as you, it will die under the gun of the God of War..."

Regin Levi curled up his body and muttered to himself with half-squinted vertical pupils.

"I don't have the ambition to dominate the world, and I have eliminated the chain reaction of hatred. Because I think that compared to the continuation of the dragon spirit species, those are nothing at all... Such a statement, you will definitely not agree..."

If Yanlong regards the "dignity" of the dragon essence as the meaning of existence, then Conglong is for the survival of life.

The two represent different ideas and naturally cannot be reconciled.

but……

At least for now, let me wish you a safe return...

Regine Levy closed his eyes.

……

In the fragmented and gloomy dream, Xinke Nierbalian stepped on the floor composed of flat stones and kept walking towards the tallest building in the center of the city, the Star Clock Tower.

She had long since stopped wearing that gorgeous gown of the Corolla.

As a priest of the God of Disaster, she wore a noble lady's dress similar to the eighteenth century, with a long dark gold skirt and red high heels, which brought her a special charm.

During the journey, there were some faceless people wearing strange trench coats passing by from time to time, but they did not have any doubts about her, as if they had long been used to the existence of Xinke Nierbalen.

Nightmare species, no matter how well they get along, they are still not used to it...

Xinke Nierbalen sighed secretly.

As a spiritual race, the Nightmare species advocates "silent communication" most of the time, which makes the Nightmare species always surround themselves with a sense of silent fear.

The closer you get to the clock tower, the fewer the nightmare species.

After stepping into the main hall of the clock tower, all Xinke Nierbalen could see was only a Nightmare Seed.

With a tall body and a burning spiritual power like a flame, Lawrence, one of the three major leaders of the Nightmare Species, is standing in the center of the hall, looking up at the statue of the God of Calamity carved out of a keel by him.

"This is a rare visitor. Miss Nierbalien."

Lawrence knew who was coming without looking back.

Xinke Nierbalen knew that this was the convenience brought by the Nightmare Seed's innate ability "Spiritual Perception". I'm afraid Lawrence knew her position as early as when he entered the dream.

"Long time no see, Lord Lawrence."

Xinke Nierbalen bowed slightly.

"The important thing that Mr. Rope ordered this time has been completely completed. I am here to report it, and I would like to ask you to notify in advance."

"Don't be so restrained, you and I are equal." Lawrence waved his hand.

"Lord Creator has instructed, if you arrive, go to see him directly, no need to notify."

"Yes."

Saying goodbye to Lawrence, Xinke Nierbalen stepped on the wooden stairs and kept climbing up, slowly entering a magical mist.

"The Fog of Death" Inzahn Nibia.

The fantasy species once targeted by the elves, now manages the city for Rope as the "Apostle of the Dream God".Let Xinke Nierbalen sigh that things are impermanent.

—Like the betrayal of the elves by the creator.

The white fog gradually thickened, and the girl stopped. After a while, when the white fog dissipated, she had arrived at the magnificent top-floor gate.

The door opened automatically.