The Endless Shuttle

"It's your victory, Lord Rope..." She sighed.

The black-haired youth shrugged and did not reply.

"You have always been so noisy, the first individual..."

"Yes, I'm sorry, my lord, it's my responsibility. If I don't take the initiative to attack, if I can stay by your side..."

"Quiet."

Under the order of Artesiu, the eldest sister of the Sky Winged species immediately silenced, and did not dare to let out the atmosphere.

"This battle... is what I have always longed for. Even if it fails, I am delighted. Is your crying questioning my expectations?"

Azriel sniffed childishly.

"No, I dare not..."

"Um……"

Artesiu's left arm dissipated.

"From now on, you will lead the Skywing Race forward alone...Listen, next is my order. You are not allowed to have the slightest resentment towards the God of Disaster. As weapons and servants, respect my friends. From now on "The strongest" and the "One God" of "It's like facing me..."

Azriel's expression was stunned.

Not only the eldest sister of the Skywing, but even Jibril hadn't expected that the Arthrius Order would do this.

She couldn't help looking at the black-haired young man, who just quietly looked at the light blue beam.

Is this what you call the "perfect future"...

Indeed, if there is an order from Master Artesh, no matter how sad the sisters are, they will not make such a devastating action as "suicide"...

"How come you..."

"In the first instance, I don't remember that Skywing would deny my order."

"……Yes."

Azriel lowered his wings.

"Azriel of the "First Fan Entity", on behalf of all the Skywing Species, obey your orders. I wait for the only creator, Master Artesh..."

At the end of the final explanation, Artesiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

A disturbing voice, the spirit of the **** of war that had already reached the limit was finally broken.

Azriel wanted to rush to stop, but how could she deny that the defeat of the spirit seed dissipated, and finally just rushed to nothing.

"If there is time to meet again, I hope I can be your "challenger"...my only friend..."

Accompanied by the last sigh of the God of War, it was the howling of Azriel, the eldest sister of the Skywing species.

Rope closed his eyes while perceiving the summarization of the power that originally belonged to the God of War, while blessing this respectable, pure "warrior" that could no longer be pure.

Thousands of years of struggle, thousands of years of laziness, after being satisfied, the once strongest spirit species, "God of War," Artesiu left this world.

Instead, it is the new "strongest."

It is also recognized by the world as the **** of disaster who is about to be crowned "the only god"!

Suddenly, the black-haired youth opened his eyes.

Even the Skywing Species couldn't look at it. From the original position of the God of War, a tiny fluorescent light floated up and plunged into the light blue beam of light in front of him.

The fluorescence is almost undetectable, but it still exudes a superficial concept of "war".

Fragments of the Spirit--

After the spirit seed is crushed, it is theoretically impossible to resurrect, but the special case of the sail tower shows that this rule is not absolute, and Arthius's power is so huge.

However, for such a weak spirit, if you want to rejuvenate your soul and regain your mind, I'm afraid you have to calculate the time in units of "100 million".

Rope did not stop the movement of the Soul Shard, although he could easily annihilate the remnants of the God of War.

"From the time I met, I always talked about "my friend" and "my friend"...then I should do something that conforms to the status of "friend"..."

The black-haired youth had a smile on his lips.

"Don't be surprised when you wake up again after countless years, my friend... I'm afraid you won't even have the qualifications to stand in front of me..."

The age of war officially ends at this moment.

Chapter 102 The Resplendent Star Cup

The light blue beam, the swan song of the Elf Corridor continues.

"Let's go back."

The **** of disaster said so.

The object is the Skywing species whose crying is gradually disappearing.

"I don’t ask you to immediately execute Artesh’s orders and go back to handle the race’s internal affairs. Just take responsibility for your race and adjust your mood. A new day will still come, and there will be no indulging in the past forever. result……"

"..."

Azriel gave Rope a deep look.

How should I put it? Although there is still hatred in this look, it is more like a mixed feeling of "uneasy" and "unwilling" than when it flew over just now.

Arthur's order is valid.

Weapons will not defy the orders of the Creator.

Afterwards, Azriel turned around and led the Skywing Species to leave altogether.

Having lost the "God of War" Artesh, Abant Heim could not figure out what the chaos would look like. As the leader of the race, she had no time to waste time on grief.

——The Creator lets them live, then they must live!

Jibril was the last to leave.

She and Rope have the closest relationship, so she accepts the status quo most easily.

The girl with the long hair of the spectrum color closed her wings slightly and said with a bow.