Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Lorelia touched her collarbone, where the Barthemelo family's thousand-year-old magic engraving was located.

... If things do develop to the worst, I hope to have a complete corpse by then.In this way, the honor of the Bathmelo family will not be lost in his own hands.

As time passed, while the magic healed Lorelia's body, it was constantly drawing her vitality, making her even weaker, almost lethargic.

"Marshal... Your Excellency..."

"!"

A sudden weak voice woke Lorelia, who suddenly stood up and looked behind her.

On the subordinates she just sent out, black spots that shouldn't exist adorned the skin.His eyes were bloodshot, and he walked towards Lorelia with a slow pace.

But unfortunately, the diseased left leg could not support him to cross this last point. The torture of the virus has made the magician reach the limit.

- Puff.

After a muffled sound, he fell to the ground and said in a weak voice.

"...skeletons...vines...don't touch those vines...they are poisonous...the Marshal...please help me...god..."

Before he could finish his words, the magician swallowed his last breath.

When Lorelia came back to her senses and wanted to touch the dead magician, Nero grabbed her half-stretched hand tightly.

"Don't touch it, it was poisoned," Nero explained.

Lorelia was silent for a while, then sighed in frustration.

"...It didn't work."

"Ah."

Crimson's magic power gathered, and Nero took up her beloved sword, the Primordial Fire again.

"Even in the heyday of such an explosion, Yu can't guarantee surviving. I didn't expect to be able to launch a counterattack... It's really exaggerated for a guy to be called a god."

The person sent out to observe was killed in such a bizarre way, and there is probably no one else except the black-haired god who is still unknown.

This also represents the complete failure of Lorelia and Nero.

- The worst is yet to come.

"I've done so much, even beyond my limit, and the end result is still no miracle..."

"Want to run away, player?"

Nero tilted his head and looked at the woman with moustache.

"For the sake of getting along well, Yu can desperately block that terrifying war god for Qing, so that the player can have time to complete the city... Be careful!"

Just as the Empress of Rome was halfway through, Lorelia was suddenly pushed back.

What followed was a loud bang of metal symphony.

"As soon as he said "I can't even hurt me", he gave me a big gift.Well done, I'm a little impressed with you guys. "

"Weleslana...Rope..."

Lorelia struggled to pronounce the name that became her nightmare.

On the riverbank, the familiar black-haired youth stood there, his clothes as clean as new.But at the neckline, you can clearly see a scar that is constantly recovering.Under the high anti-magic power and the body of steel, even if it is a closed-type magic explosion, the damage to him is nothing more than that.

However, for Nero at this moment, the eye-catching thing is not a god, but another existence standing beside him.

A strange skeleton humanoid, with cold and biting malice in the scarlet eye sockets.The white vines growing from it were as hard as metal, and stabbed fiercely on Nero's blade.

"hateful……"

The girl gritted her teeth, struggling to support the original fire.

Losing the blessing of the Tower of Babel, her muscle strength has returned to a mediocre "D" level, and she can't support her weak body to fight at all, and her hidden headache has prevented the activation of the "Golden Theater of Praise".

The house leak happens to rain overnight, so that's what I'm talking about.

Just when Nero planned to use "Magic Release" to forcibly burn the annoying vine, she was nailed to the ground with the slight sound of flesh being torn apart.

"...Ugh!" Nero spat out a mouthful of blood.

Crazy Hell has no extra moves, and Rope is the one who shoots.

The black-haired god pierced the girl with a golden spear, and the invisible rope quickly wrapped around it, tying Nero firmly, making her unable to get up again.

"If you don't choose to blow up the Tower of Babel, we should be able to play for a while, Your Majesty Nero."

"Sir... uuuuuuuu!"

The blond girl's mouth was blocked by an invisible rope.

Marshal Mo Dao struggled to get up and wanted to touch the short whip on his waist.

But compared to Rope's reflexes and speed, the mobility of her weak body was like crawling on a tortoise.

In the next instant, Lorelia's neckline was grabbed and lifted up abruptly.

"Cough...cough..." The pressure on her neck made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Five years ago, for offending you, the punishment I made was a dress and an apology, so what kind of punishment decision do you think I made today?"