Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Thousands of miles of dark clouds were smashed.

One red and one white, two terrifying energies disappeared in an instant, disappearing between the stars in the night sky that the earth creatures had not seen for a long time.

The light faded, and the Ex-Machina looked silently at the black-haired youth with a somewhat helpless expression in front of them.

He kept shaking his right hand.

In the ultra-high-speed regeneration, as a result of the hasty response, the fractures and burns have all recovered, and not even a trace can be seen in the blink of an eye.

Poor Yaron Leif's ultimate trick of giving his life can only cause this damage.

But the black-haired youth seemed to think it shouldn't be like this - he shouldn't even have this bit of damage.

"Is "Yan Longxiao" that strong?I remember that in the original book, this parallel dragon king was not strong at all... Beng Xiao, who contributed [-]% of his efforts, was taken over by a Flügel without damage..."

Just like that, the remaining two subordinate dragons who were still stubbornly resisting were cut off by an invisible attack.

The body evaporated, leaving an immortal keel behind, and the wild dragons fled in all directions, announcing the complete disbandment and demise of the dragon essence "Yanlong Sect".

"Chuang, the creator of the Lord!?"

"Why did you come out of a dream..."

Re-poking their heads out of the dream, the leaders of the Nightmare Seeds looked at the black-haired youth in astonishment.

Their creator, the god species who was supposed to be on the throne of the star clock tower in the dream, appeared in front of them.

"You three."

Ropey smiled kindly.

"I should have said that you should be careful about the expulsion of high-ranking species, especially the "Dragon King" and "Phantom Species", right?Why didn't you make a report or summon a large army, and participated in the war against "Yanlong" with more than [-] people? "

He tilted his head and continued to ask.

"What if the number of races involved in the war increases? Have the Flügel and Goblin been left behind by your arrogance? Thanks to the mischief of you brothers, some Nightmare is dead..."

Condensing the body completely in reality, kneeling in mid-air.

"..."

Lawrence and William glanced at each other with a guilty conscience, and invariably pointed to Mikolash next to them.

"……Ugh?"

Mikolash was a little stunned.

Just sold yourself?

Speaking of participating in the battle of "Yanlong", didn't everyone discuss it together...

"Mikolash."

"Yes!"

"A year of confinement."

"……Yes."

Mikolash carried everyone's cauldron, and returned to the dreamland in a dreary state under the order of the Creator.

In the next year, I am afraid that this "crazy blade" will not be seen in the real world.

"Master Creator, regarding your question, because we have seen the conflict between the Ex-Machina and the Dragon Spirit, we think this is a good opportunity, so..."

Lawrence tries to explain.

But Rope waved his hand.

"I already know, instead of wasting time with me, it's better to organize some words and go back and apologize to Mikolash. After all, some people have to be left to help the elves with their work, considering Mikolash's character. , it is punished on your behalf..."

Of course he knew what was going on, which was why Ropey chose to shoot as soon as he felt it.

——The battle between the Ex-Machina and Yanlong is a precursor to the beginning of everything.

Turning around, Rope looked at the silent Ex-Machinas.

Taking a close look with the eyes of the gods, Ropey realized that the Ex-Machinas are really amazing.

Not the power, but the existence of the race itself.Infinite learning ability, self-improvement machinery, perfect in every aspect.

And because there is no "heart", there is no conflict, and naturally there is no need to take a detour.

It's no wonder that the weak Artosh can be killed in the original book...

Despite the cost of the entire race.

I am afraid that the God of Suspicion himself did not expect that the props that were once created just for the "speaking object" to relieve boredom have grown so amazingly.

""Doubt" is the existence standing in front of us, the last intellectual race to appear, the creator of the self-code-named Nightmare Species, "God Species" Rope? "

Inside the Ex-Machina, a feminine man with long dark blue hair asked in a cold, unwavering tone.

Lawrence shook his shoulders.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the Ex-Machina with a dangerous look.

"In the face of the guys who were just comrades in arms, although I don't want to say these words... But if you don't pay attention to the politeness of your words, some unpleasant things may happen."