Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Then the glorious light of disaster rose.

The guarding Nightmare species leaped into the dream in a panic, evading the tyranny of their overlord.The inescapable lower species trembled in fear and prayed for the continuation of life in the crypt.

The gray swaying light expanded, squeezing the space, and there were wild thunder and lightning on the edge.

The scaffold was broken, the forest disappeared, unable to maintain its shape under pure disaster, turned into the basic particles in the atmosphere, and returned to the elf corridor where everything was born.

This time there was no Orkan transfer.

Half of the southern continent fell into the ocean, setting off a huge tsunami linking the sky.

Chapter [-] The Flower of Illusory, the larva of the evil god who tramples on the hope of the world

The world is dangerous and frantic.

As long as there are existences living in this world, except for those high-ranking species who act recklessly and act as the "source", everyone will think so regardless of the differences in ecological civilization and customs.

——This world has no hope for a long time.

The goblins drove steel battleships across the sky, and round missiles with a metallic smell planted mushrooms on the ground.The elves develop magic and spells to decorate death with splendor.From time to time there are giant fantasy species passing by, plus a group of madmen killing angels, the living conditions in this world are extremely poor.

But the hazards of the above events are not comparable to another terrifying disaster.

No, or the humble microbes living in the lower classes dare not even think about it.

Because once this disaster occurs, the best situation is the destruction of a continent, and the worst situation will change the planetary landscape environment... It is not impossible.

But buried under these simple words is the extreme coldness and the disappearance of countless lives.

——The battle between the gods and the gods.

Obtaining life from the marrow, he was born to be the darling of the Elf Corridor, the gods who ruled the planet.

This group of beings at the top of the life sequence are highly respected, and the fundamental reason for the respect is nothing more than their inability to resist, pure violence.

Just like the current disaster body and the god of nature.

"Sigh of the Living" showed no mercy.

With full power, the southern continent was shattered by Rope like glass.

Suspended high in the sky, looking at the disintegrating earth under the six-legged tentacles, and the tsunami rising in the distance, covering the world, the dark blue devil stretched out a hand and scratched his chin.

It seems... overdone?

I really don't like it, this kind of role that destroys everything with pure violence... It's clear that his identity should be more elegant, like the mastermind behind the scenes, the existence of the boss in the finale...

But don't bother to care so much.

The opponent of the God of Calamity is indeed a guy who deserves such violent means.

The "God of Nature" Kainas.

Spirit Vision changed direction, not too far away, about a kilometer or so.The emerald green light flickered on and off, and under that light, a handsome man in a robe was curled up in pain.

"One hundred and sixty-eight-layered art...is that what I'm talking about? It's not the same as the secret art, and it's not of the same magnitude as Xinke's eight-layered art. The source reveals the feeling of Hongda... God of magic? ."

One hundred and sixty-eight divine domain spells are unfolded, and each one contains one hundred and sixty-eight higher-level spells, and so on, the terrifying number is superimposed, and the aggregate of his disaster "Sigh of the Living" is added. "Decomposition layer by layer, spatial refraction, distortion, nullification, compression, transfer...

In the end, Cainas who acted in this way could survive the attack from almost zero distance.

But also badly injured.

Rope could feel that the spirit of "nature" that had just been glued together, the power that represented vitality and vitality, was rapidly weakening.

Cainas is not Artius.

Even if it is not this incomplete posture, with the original noble and elegant itself, there is an insurmountable abyss between him and the God of War.

Otherwise, he would not be delusional to let his creation, the elves, hold the Holy Grail for him.

——If you want to dominate, can you fight the strongest God of War?

Cainas didn't do this, but chose to "integrate into nature" to find other opportunities because he knew that the battle with Arto would be his own defeat.

"You are almost... exactly the same as the former Artesu... Even though you are a god, you look down on us. Even if you have the power to end the war, you will not move at all in the later stage, and if you don't fight in person, you will be responsible for capturing the Star Cup. Give yourself the feathers..."

Kainas stared at Rope, with emerald cracks all over his body, and his voice was clearly transmitted even if he was one kilometer away.

At first it was just a description of the power of the god of disaster, but later it turned into a slander against Artesius.

Very obvious dissatisfaction - or unwillingness.

"How can the weak understand the thoughts of the strong."

In contrast, Rope's tone was much more flat.

"A guy like you, can you think of how I will attack next and how I will tear you apart? This is the so-called "active power", something that the weak can never grasp. "

This sentence is simply poisonous.

Especially for a high-ranking god species like Kainas——

Humiliation came to mind, but the god of nature couldn't refute the words of the god of disaster.

Because he really doesn't know.

What kind of power the opponent holds, how many times the attack can be used just now, where the upper limit is, and how much the chance of winning in this battle is all unknown.