Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope moved inwardly, took a deep breath, and slowly took a step.

One thousand meters, eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, four hundred meters, two hundred meters...

The black-haired youth walked steadily towards the goddess on the throne, his eyes lowered.

Finally, he came to her.

From a height of twenty feet, Nuts transformed into a normal physique that was about the same as Rope.Her aqua-blue pupils exuded a soft light, and she stretched out her hands towards the black-haired youth.

"That's my kindness."

Nutz said, then gently hugged the black-haired youth.

The fragrant scent filled Rope's sense of smell, and he hugged Nutz tightly as if responding.

Both of them tasted this fresh feeling, even if time passed for a few minutes, they still did not separate.

"Your Majesty Nuts."

Rope said suddenly.

"I want to get you."

"You can't say such a willful thing, it will make me angry..."

"I want to get you."

Rope repeated.

"Your power, your authority, and yourself. All these things I desire to gain and plunder."

"Greed is not a sin and can sometimes be a motivator."

Nuts put his chin on the dark-haired youth's shoulder and said softly.

"Don't be greedy for what I have, you are the caller, what I have, and one day you will have it too. Isn't the eternal and immortal path of the gods already opened to you?"

"But the position between us determines that time cannot be a prop to shorten the distance between us."

"Stance? Who knows. Maybe long after your coronation, when I occasionally want to try the feeling of mortal love, one of your hopes will be fulfilled..."

"I can't wait."

"Rope, you're a little weird... um!"

Pain, a phenomenon that could not have appeared in Nuts, the goddess felt at this moment.

She slowly let go of the hands that hugged the black-haired youth, and stepped back weakly and staggeringly.

what is this?

What was the thing stuck in her chest?

Nutz couldn't believe his eyes, but the sharp obsidian shard was inlaid on her body like a mountain.

"Rope... the caller..."

Nutz has not been so dazed in countless years.

Looking at Rope in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth and the dark eyes are all chilling.

"I'm sorry, this is the purpose I have in my heart from the beginning, Your Majesty the Winged One."

Chapter [-] The kingdom of light is shrouded in darkness

The gods are the rulers of the multiverse, veritable apex existence, and their existence itself is a repository of living experience.Except for some gods who abandoned their wisdom, their profound knowledge is proportional to the number of years they have lived.Logically speaking, it is impossible for Nuts to affect the natural calmness of the gods because of some mutations.

But what happened at the moment was too unexpected.

She considered the successor of the snake, the child of hope with the ladder, to cast the fangs of betrayal on her at the most impossible moment.Even the fictional stories of mad poets have not lost their basic logic so much.

The elector's dissatisfaction with her?

impossible.Her kindness has been through for a long time, and it has been conveyed truthfully.

Did the evil gods play tricks on the summoners?

Nor is it possible.The moment he entered the kingdom of God, Nutz checked Rope's whole body, including his soul, and that purity was not eroded by the slightest chaos.

And... the caller's attack can also bypass the solid defense of the immortal body, which has a huge impact on her soul.

In an instant, there was a gust of wind on the throne of God.

The violent storm was full of the doubts and anger of a god. Even if Rope had the ability to ride the wind, he was still blown away by a hundred meters.

The black-haired youth easily regained his footing, looking up at the Winged Man of Light, who had a serious look with his hands on his chest.

The obsidian shards melted into thin threads, entwined randomly like vines, and penetrated deep into the body of Nuts.

"Give me an explanation."

The gray-haired beauty asked in a cold voice.

She reached out and grabbed the spear in front of the throne in her hand.

"I bestow my care on you in the most indulgent form. Caller, is this the answer returned to me? A plot from an embrace?"

A sense of threat ran through Rope's nerves like a sharp blade.