Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"—O seas, lakes, rivers, obey me! Destroy the enemy before me with the might of the mighty waves! Deprive him of his life!"

Under the spirit of words, the water elements in the air were ordered to gather together to form a stream, and then the stream converged into a rushing river, scouring this ancient ruin with Rope as the source.

Let the environment adapt to you instead of adapting yourself to the environment.

Standing on the surging water, Ropey glanced at the two gods who were completely indifferent and said in a low voice.

"Is your fight limited to your mouth? Or are you worried that you will be irreversible after you take action and return to the myth?"

"The right metaphor, the right metaphor! Hahahahahaha!!!"

I don't know if it was the point of laughter that poked Mekal, he was standing in the water and laughing wildly.

"It's really just a battle of words, Welleslaner! God of eloquence! You are indeed number one in terms of lip service, no one can compare!"

"makes sense."

Being ridiculed by the enemy, Welleslaner is not annoyed at all, and actions are always more persuasive than words.

A brown, dream-like roulette appeared behind him. It was engraved with nine divine beasts of various shapes, spinning rapidly, and finally the pointer of the roulette pointed to the "goat".

Boom!

Thunder enough to pierce the ground crashed down.

On the way down, the golden thunder split into two, one flew towards Rope and the other flew towards Mekal.

The battle started between the electric light and flint.

"Don't be too presumptuous in front of the Lord of the Sky! God of War of the East!"

Facing the "Goat" Raiden, Mekal seemed to be humiliated, and swung the club in his left hand to knock down Raiden with all his might.

The incomparably powerful thunder and lightning disappeared after encountering the wooden stick of Mekal, without sputtering even a single spark.

"Yagrush and Aymur... Troubled Arms."

Faced with the weapons of the God King, even the undefeated God of War felt a little troublesome.

In the last battle, it was this pair of weapons that broke up the avatar, and he didn't plan to take another mighty attack from the king of gods.

Just as he was about to use another method, a deep voice came from behind Welleslaner.

"Second stage charge! Reload: Aphoom Flame!"

"!?"

In an instant, the war god completed the transformation of his incarnation.

The avatar of "Phoenix" began to work, and as if he had jumped from space, Veleslana disappeared from Rope's face and reappeared in the distance.

——It was just an illusion caused by too fast.

The gray flame of the muzzle lost its target, exploded in the air like fireworks, and scattered pieces into the river.

After the water flow came into contact with the ash flame, not only did the hot steam not generate, but the river water froze and continued to spread around, turning Rope's feet into a diamond-like ice surface in the blink of an eye.

"In your use, is there no interval between the release of the avatar?"

Rope held the azure rose in his right hand and looked at Welles Laner indifferently.

"Next time I won't let you escape so easily, I will accelerate to the same level as you, don't let me seize the opportunity."

"...Is my "goat" that weak?You don't even need defense. ' asked Welleslaner, slightly distressed.

"Unfortunately, I am immune to Thunder."

As if to prove it, Rope crushed the Razer that was draped over him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Chapter [-] The battle heats up

"Good job, Demon King! Let the old man join in! Let this arrogant madman get a kick out of it!"

As if echoing Rope, Mekal also let out a battle roar.

"Yagrush! Aymur! Pursue me, a pair of weapons for my minions, chase the war god of the east! Let him know the power of my anger!"

"Cut...! That guy from King Merka!"

For the first time, Welleslaner's beauty was distorted by impatience.

At a speed that humans cannot see with the naked eye, two sticks - Yagrush and Aymur - rushed into the sky.

One of them approached from directly above like lightning.The other one came from behind like a bird.

Welleslaner jumped high into a "strong wind."However, as if the two sticks knew their positions, they cooperated subtly, chased, and would never stop until the enemy was defeated!

"Hahaha, run away in embarrassment!"

Seeing the God of Victory turning into a storm, Mekal laughed as if he had let out a bad breath.

But he soon stopped laughing—

In front of Mekal, the frozen river trembled, and countless ice crystal thorns separated from it, and surrounded the tall God King in a [-]-degree formation without dead ends.

Needless to say, just by looking at the shining cold light, you know that these ice thorns are sharp arrows capable of piercing the body of God!

"Don't forget, Mekal, you are also within my hunting range!"