The Endless Shuttle

All creatures that rely on the elven corridor lose their innate power at this moment and become pure, compared to ordinary creatures.

They stared blankly at the light blue beams of light linking the sky in the sky.

Who won? What will the world be like?

It is impossible to know that the banquet of the gods and spirits has ended, and they simply cannot imagine where the river of the times will flow.

At the edge of the center point where the planet was penetrated, the victor of the struggle supported his tattered body.

Rope shook the dust off his head and looked up at the magnificent scene.

"Should it be done this way in the end..."

He laughed mockingly.

It was originally intended to kill the spirit seed of the gods until there was only one time left to automatically determine the winner, holding up the "Star Cup" at the end of the Elf Corridor.

But Altsiu's strength surpassed the imagination of the black-haired youth.

After using the "God Strike", there is still enough energy to take him to the ground from the void, allowing the planet to be penetrated.

"So, how did the Jikai kind of peel off the "spirit" of such a God of War... Are those machines really so strong..."

Unsolved mystery through the ages.

Rope didn't think about this boring thing.

Simply sitting on the pile of rocks next to him, watching the destruction of the world and the upcoming "Star Cup".

"The **** of disaster... are you still alive..."

The faint voice drew Rope's attention from the light blue beam of light.

He tilted his head and looked at Artesiu lying in the distance.

Using the last power to fight to the death, the **** of war after the broken soul is now just an empty shell.

His eyes could not be seen, his right arm was cut at the root, and a huge cavity appeared in his chest, as if he was about to be blown away by the wind. Artesiu lost his "strongest" that lasted for thousands of years and fell there sadly.

"Of course I am still alive." Rope said.

"Does it disappoint you? Artesh."

"Ha ha……"

God of War smiled weakly.

"How can it be disappointment? Such a hearty battle has made me feel excited for a long time... I feel nervous and fight all the battles. Even if I lose, there is nothing to complain about."

Artesh stretched out his remaining left hand, facing the sky as if he wanted to grab something.

Obviously he couldn't see anything anymore.

"I understand, the mood of the "End Dragon" Khatirem at that time... this is the "weak", this is the "weak". Why, can I have this kind of knowledge until now? Isn’t the spirit seed of the gods born with everything...too unfair..."

"Unfairness is sometimes a kind of fairness."

Rope picked up a piece of gravel and threw it up and down in his hands.

"Is the power between you and me just fair to the lower species?"

"It's true...haha..."

Altsiu's voice weakened again.

"My friend...you and I only have a ten-minute meeting, and a full-fledged battle...but I sincerely feel that we have known each other for a long time...as the "strongest" Certainly at the beginning of birth, I was waiting for the existence that defeated him... It is great to have a friend like you..."

"No regrets, do you? Arthur."

"No, totally...satisfied..."

Altesh laughed.

"The "One God" from now on...The seat of "the strongest" is left to you. Be careful, that throne will be unexpectedly heavy. Don't be defeated by "boring"...otherwise I won't forgive you, my friend..."

"Um."

Luo Pei looked up, and several Skywing Species stumbled in the distance, and even if there was no Elf Corridor, they flew over with their own wings.

The killing angels sensed the dying of their creator.

Therefore, regardless of the danger of breaking the world, we have to rush to the scene.

Even if they have no power to meet the **** of disaster, there is only a dead end, and they still want to see the creator they believe in.

"Your "daughters" are here. "

Rope said.

"Finally, put down your figure and go talk to them, otherwise they will definitely leave with you."

"The weapon... is a weapon after all... it's not worth paying attention to..."

Altesh was silent, and said again.

"Forget it... the chicks are going to spread their wings and fly, and they will get through the difficulties... My feathers, I will leave it to you from now on."

Rope nodded.

"As I promised Jibril, there is a place for the skywing in the perfect future."

"Is it……"

In a short while, the girls of the Skywing species landed here.

The first is Azriel, she is like she failed to land too hastily, crawling on the ground, indescribably funny.

But no one laughed at her.

Her father, her creator, lay there.

"Master Altsiu!"

Azriel knelt beside the **** of war in fear.

"You...how could you...you are the strongest overlord, how could you...you must be lying to me, right?"

Jibril then landed with a few Skywing sisters. She looked at Altesh with a complicated expression, and then turned her gaze to the silent Rope.