Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

She simply could not comprehend the realm—or rather that Rope and Mekal were beyond human comprehension.

Finally, after a period of waiting, the sloppy dragon slayer tapped his fingers impatiently.

"That kid is really slow. Obviously, the old man has been waiting for this busy time for a long time. There should be a limit to his slowness."

"Two kilometers to the southeast." Rope said after feeling it. "He'll be here soon."

"Oh! It's true, boy, your sense of smell is very sharp."

"Please call this perceptual excellence, I'm not a canine."

After a while, the cumulonimbus clouds that Mekal used his own power to generate changed in the sky.

The golden thunder had invaded from the southeast. If you looked carefully, the golden thunder seemed to exist in the form of a goat.

It expels blue thunderbolts, trying to bring the sky into its dominion.

Veleslana's "Ten Incarnations" - the Beast of Thunder "Goat".

"Damn, he's showing off his versatile stance again."

Mekal gritted his teeth.

Just as he was about to stand up and give Welleslaner a blow, Rope raised his hand to stop him.

"Come as he likes, let all the anger turn into a mighty war, and then ask him for it in detail."

"Um……"

Mekal thought about it and sat down again.

"Okay, boy, listen to you, this time I must smash his head with an old club, so that he can no longer make any changes."

After the thunderstorm clouds in the sky were dispelled, the golden beast turned into a streamer and flew in a certain direction.

Following the flight path of the "goat", Rope saw the familiar black-haired beautiful boy.

The same, but not the same.

Greater than ever, stronger than ever, more divine than ever, non-human—a different person altogether.Moreover, Rope is still conscious of this.Therefore, his heart also began to beat, which was the excitement of hunters before hunting.

"Yeah, I wasted a little time with a disobedient child when I came."

The "God of Victory" Veleslana descended from the sky and looked at the two present with a gentle and casual smile.

"I didn't make you wait long, did you? My lovely opponents."

God killer, god king, war god.

The most fixed existence occupying the Zhoutian pillar, meet here in Sardinia!

Chapter [-] The Beginning of the Melee

The god king of the Mediterranean Sea, the war god of Zoroastrianism, the god-killer demon king—

All of them are famous people. Their power is enough to break mountains and seas and change the landscape. There is no existence on earth more powerful than them.

Veleslaner stepped on the strong wind and landed from the sky to the middle of Rope and Mekal, closing his eyes as if enjoying.

"This fragrance... I have already felt it. There will be a fierce battle here, and one person will surely gain the supreme glory - the dawn of victory!"

"Humph!"

Hearing Welleslaner's wild words, Mekal, who was naturally irritable, couldn't sit still.

He stood up from the ground, another quaint stick appeared in his left hand, and the one in his right hand was two.

- Repulsors and Outcasts.

It was a powerful weapon stained with the blood of "Dragon King" Yam, and it was also the fundamental symbol of Mekal as a heroic god and dragon slayer.

"The time for the big talk will end here. Whether you are the devil or the god-killer, this old man will use these two sticks to send you to the underworld!"

"Mekal, if you can do it, I'll be really happy."

Now is the time of dawn, at the moment of dawn, Veleslana, who has a deep connection with the God of Light, is at its most powerful stage.

The sun rises in the east - a phenomenon that brings infinite power to the "God of Victory".

The atmosphere between the three was rising, Rope gave Erica a wink, the latter immediately understood, pulled Liliana and jumped into the jungle, hiding her figure.

It is impossible for the two knights to fight head-on. The best they can help themselves is to use the most powerful tricks at critical moments, allowing Mekal and Veleslana to be vulnerable.

Not to mention Liliana, Erica's "Spirit of Golgotha" was enough to damage the body of a god.

"Son of Fools, you let those two little girls retire, can I think that you are ready for war?"

Welleslaner, bathed in the sun, seemed to be covered in a veil of gold.

"Think about it, this is my preferential treatment for you. After I have dealt with God Merkal, I will fight with you again, won't you have a better chance of winning?"

He seemed to be discouraging for Rope's comfort, and his tone was greedy that could not be concealed.

He enjoys fighting, enjoying victory, and his nature as the "God of Victory" keeps him high.Neither Rope nor Mekal wanted to let go - that's what Welleslaner thought.

Rope just smiled sarcastically and did not answer Welleslaner's words.

He covered his hands on the ground and recited the words of his own power——