Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The "Third Perpetual Machine" is so powerful as a human final fantasy.

In the final trial of mankind two thousand years later, each of them has a distant relative relationship with the "Third Permanent Organization".

It is also worthy of Rope's pursuit of it as a main course.

"I hate you, even if it is the final trial, you are the existence that I hate."

Dystopian said.

"I am the Demon King who symbolizes the possibility of the future of mankind. For a guy like you who completely denies the history of mankind, it is necessary for me to show you the light of the possibility of mankind."

"You really have a talent for telling jokes, the light of humanity's ultimate trial and possibility..."

Rope's smile became more and more hideous.

As he adjusted his slipping gloves, he walked towards the dystopia that flew into the sky with the mountains.

Vientiane's useless aura drifted out, and in the blink of an eye overwhelmed the dystopian spiritual light.

"Food has to be like food, you are only worthy to tremble under the stars and eternal darkness."

Chapter [-] Devouring "Dystopia"

The dispute between the demon kings that broke out in the five-figure outer gate was actually hardly a battle.

Although dystopia is also the demon king who is the ultimate trial of mankind, with a three-digit "almighty realm" spirituality, but facing Rope, who is a two-digit "full power realm", the gap is not a little bit, and he is completely in a position of repeated crushing. .

Not to mention the dystopia that symbolizes the future possibility of human beings, and the human futility theory that denies human history will die.

Even without the permission of the sponsor, Ropey easily touched the core spirit of dystopia.

"This... is unreasonable..."

Dystopia was held by Rope's neck, speaking intermittently like a short-circuited robot.

"The final trial of human beings...it is to be overcome by human beings...the demon king of our final trial...the challenger and the dawn...the conflict of ideas...it cannot be denied by the theory that humans are useless."

"Please don't abandon the most basic theory of biology, "the law of the jungle". "

The black-haired youth stepped in the void, and his footsteps rippled like water waves.

"There is no righteousness, there is no dawn, you will fail just because you are weaker than me, and you happen to have that tempting food fragrance."

As the entire five-digit outer gate of the battlefield, it was ravaged and fragmented.

Rolling and rolling, the power of Rope and Dystopian itself is not something that can be displayed in the lower layer of the garden.It is only natural that the surrounding will be like this if the playground is not unfolded.

The aftermath of the battle of the superiors, even a little bit, is an irresistible natural disaster.

"I firmly believe in the concept of the strong feeding the weak... You will meet an enemy that you cannot resist one day."

"Hahaha, is this something you should worry about?"

Ropey's other hand pierced into the dystopian chest, constantly gathering the other party's huge spiritual figure.

His eyes were deep, and the hand that grabbed the dystopia's neck was lightly lifted, five fingers clasped on the other's mask.

"I will always stand in the position of the hunter, and always stand on the top of the superior, and the highest throne will only shine for me."

Dystopia is aware of the difference in the final trial of humanity in front of it.

It seems that Vientiane Wuxian has some kind of special brilliance.

And this splendor, the final trial of standard human beings will never be able to understand.

"...Although it's not what I want...but I still congratulate you on your victory, Vientiane is useless."

The dystopia is relieved, and congratulates the winner with the attitude that a demon king should have.

Rope nodded, accepting the dystopian compliment.

"Goodbye."

The five fingers burned with a black unknown flame.

The black-haired youth squeezed hard, and the dystopian mask, along with its materialized head, shattered.

And the body below the dystopian head is also like a floating ether particle, turning into a little fluorescent light flying into the sky.

The three-digit terrifying demon king who hovered in the lower floors of Hakoniwa for a long time, the ultimate trial of mankind, the "dystopia", officially died today.

It's not that the concentration is reduced to zero, nor is it some complicated seal.

The possibility of dystopia is uselessly restrained and seized by Vientiane, and disappears forever in the history of mankind.

In the palm of his retracted hand, Rope tightly grasped the spirit of the "Plenary Domain", which, as expected, contained the secret of the "Third Permanent Organization".

Open your mouth and swallow.

The terrifying energy contained in the spiritual figure was slowly digested in the demon's soul. It probably didn't take long before Ropena himself was about to surge to the overflowing divine power, and he could raise it to a new level again.

'Is it enough? '

Azalea said eagerly.

'Ape's power... begin the coronation now, and let me shape the body of a true god for you! '

"Don't be like this." Rope smiled: "I'm not in a hurry, what is Azalea in a hurry? I have to continue to shrink my divine power, plus the predetermined "absolute evil" and "third permanent mechanism"... It is better to say that I will be able to be crowned with satisfaction by taking the last and most perfect fantasy perpetual motion machine of human beings into the bag. "