Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Fenrir, I need your strength, help me." Loki said: "I can never let true peace come, no matter what, I will prevent the signing of this peace treaty, even if it is entrenched in the sky. The haze of extraterrestrial demons!"

"..."

Fenrir didn't speak, only nodded after a moment.

As for what the devil was thinking, I am afraid that only it knows.

"Very good! With your power, plus the mass-produced "Dragon of the End" Mithgaom... No, it's not enough! "

Loki's expression suddenly became solemn.

"If we want to counter the power of that demon, we can't match it alone. I have to find some helpers, even if I don't expect to defeat the big demon, just hold him back... By the way! Fenrir, can I trouble you to go. A trip to the East?"

"……East?"

Fenrir made a suspicious sound.

Loki smiled.

"Yes, the East. I am definitely not the only god who is unwilling to be at peace. The emperor of Mount Sumeru, the "God of War" Di Shitian will never sit back and watch the world move towards peace. He will definitely be interested in my plan. It's his only chance.Once the peace treaty is formally signed, it is not so easy to stir the wind and rain. "

"I will only tell Di Shitian your words intact..."

"Okay, that's fine."

Accompanied by the laughter of the evil god Loki, the wind and snow in the cold gods roared even more intensely.

……

While careerists are terrified of peace, Rope is rejoicing over his masterpiece in the chairman's office of the private Kuo Academy.

The Fallen Angel Governor Azazel stared at the thing in the black-haired youth's hands in amazement.

In his thousands of years of life, he had never seen such a dazzling and awe-inspiring artifact.

No, maybe that's beyond the scope of "Divine Artifact" and "God Slayer Tool", and it has become something more than a dozen dimensions.

The power contained in the crown held by the demon can even change the world itself!

"It's done... an artifact that only belongs to my soul resonance!"

Name: "Demon's Crown"

grade:? ? ?

Abilities: Divine Reconciliation, Self-Sublimation, Spiritual Power.

Evaluation: The divine crown cast by the demigod Rope with the spirit of Guvkaf, its existence transcends the casting technique itself, and has become a dazzling weapon of the true god even in the multiverse, comparable to the symbols of the evil gods. things, and it will resonate with the master's soul and grow together.

Forbidden Hand: "The Dark Glory of the Tyrannical Lord".

Rope looked at the simple crown with rusted appearance, smiled slightly, and put it on the top of his head.

In a trance, the magic crown disappeared on the black-haired youth's forehead.

"Reconciliation of divine power, self-sublimation, spiritual power... Not bad, really good."

Rope closed his eyes and sighed comfortably.

"To be able to do this with the technology of this world, Azazel, I must thank you."

"Please don't say that, I just provided those superficial knowledge."

Azazel said bitterly.

"Even if you let me watch the casting process, I can't understand what you did to make those unknown materials become such a thing with the technology of artificial artifacts."

He originally wanted to see what kind of chemical reaction the power of demons outside the world would have with the artifacts of this world.

But Azazel had never regretted his vision so much, as if he had lived for thousands of years in vain.

He couldn't understand Rope's craftsmanship and casting process at all, and that behavior seemed to be highly poisonous. Once he paid too much attention, he, the twelve-winged fallen angel, couldn't bear the terrifying poison.

"Anyway, you provide me with help and ideas, that is your help to me, I am not a stingy person. Tomorrow I will go to hell and help you transform that place into an Eden that is not inferior to the seven heavens. "

"Ha, so the Fallen Angel will soon usher in a new increase..."

Azazel shook his head with a smile.

"We have also researched the technology to transform humans into fallen angels, but it seems that most people don't like the purgatory environment very much..."

"Stop talking about this, Michael should have contacted you, right?"

Rope walked to the back of the desk and sat down and asked with a smile.

"Now you can study your artifacts with complete peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about the ancient racial hatred."

"Compared to that, I'm even more surprised that you would play the role of guarantor in it."

"It's just a name, I won't let trivial troubles come to me."

"That's enough of an exaggeration... That's the name of an extraterritorial demon, don't you know how terrifying your name is among the gods?"

"One of my wives is Nix, the Greek goddess of the night, and I think I know better than you what the gods think of me."

"Hahaha, it's interesting to think about the expressions of those guys now..."

Boom, boom, boom.