The Endless Shuttle

"It's okay, it's just an incarnation anyway." Shabu smiled indifferently: "When I was playing with the demigod iron just now, I wanted to end it soon, and used some of the power of the three pillar gods, resulting in divine power. Excessive use... Oh, I haven't lowered my avatar for too long, and I can't control the intensity of my shot."

"Then the next battle against Ferak, let me be the main force."

"Is that a powerful incarnation of a genuine ancient god?"

Shabu's gaze swept into the emptiness in the distance, the rising black iron divine power.

"Ferak is a difficult ancient god... Its vision and knowledge reserves are not comparable to Little Rope, so let me use this incomplete incarnation to create opportunities for you."

"I hope your avatar can see the moment of my victory instead of returning to the kingdom before then."

Rope turned around, and the rising momentum rippled the void.

"I also want you to look behind me."

Today, thousands of years later, he finally has the courage to say this to a true god.

The joy of heart is unparalleled.

"...This manhood also makes me fascinated."

Shabu flew up, wrapped his arms around Rope's neck, and said in his ear with a smile.

"Don't be capricious, let's go together. Compared to Cthulhu, Nyarathotepu, and Yug Sotos, I also have something I want to give you. I thought for a long time, so I might as well send you forward. How about the beacon on the road?"

Rope no longer refused, and he held Shabu's small hand with his right hand.

Then strode towards the direction of the surging dark iron color.

In the center of the black iron-colored light, is a rusty idol.

The simplest robot, holding an old rod in his hand, even a guy like Rope who has nothing to do with technology can see that the mechanical statue was constructed using the most primitive and backward equipment.

But even so, the dignity and splendor he exudes is still far incomparable to those two mechanical priests.

Time lost its defined function.

After the **** of science and technology was fully condensed, the rust on the metal idol completely peeled off. He took a step at a time and got off the sitting platform like a baby learning to walk.

The mirror-like eyes flashed through the red data stream, and the mechanical sound automatically sounded.

"World coordinate WTM553...Incarnation level. Powerful incarnation...Sleeping time for 114,000 years...The reason for the activation, the prayers of the believers, the threat from the chaotic evil god..."

Rope held his breath and watched carefully.

In this level of battle, reckless action is the way to death.

It must be carefully judged, carefully observed, and then found the weakness of an ancient **** incarnation from the impossible possibility.

Then Felak woke up.

His staff lit the void and began to move.

"...At the moment I wake up, I even suspect that my divine center is malfunctioning."

Ferak's tone is very gentle.

"Sabu Nicholas, you shouldn't be so unwise. With the three-pillar **** with boundless wisdom, you actually want to lower your incarnation to challenge me in a sealed state. Is it possible that you think that your broken incarnation can defeat me at this moment? ?"

"Who knows."

Shabu's pretty cheeks were covered with frost.

"After the battle in the world of Caponemin, we never met again. After that, my opponent was replaced by the Winged One of Light. Maybe I miss you, maybe, I miss the one who broke you down into scrap. Kind of pleasure."

"Crazy, twin nouns that match you..."

Ferak's indifferent tone lasted only a moment.

When he cast his gaze on Rope, the data flow changed from disdain, to suspicious, to attention, and then to incredible.

In the end, Ferak’s staff had pointed directly at Sab Nicholas.

"This is the breath of "snakes"! An important treasure left by the great snake! "

He snarled at Shabu.

"You! Sab. Nicholas! How dare you stretch out your hand to the caller! That chaotic power, have you and Nyarathotep used the same old tricks again and corrupted him! Abominable fellow, abominable chaos? ! How dare you defile the pure elect..."

"Guess what?"

Hearing Sabu's provocative remarks, Ferak raised his staff flat, and the black iron-colored divine power boiled again.

"The situation has changed."

Ferak said coldly.

"I am going to execute the purge now, and destroy you, the incarnation of the deformed mother of life! Save the elect from your hands!"

"You seem to have misunderstood something, Felak." Rope said.

"Don't worry, the elector."

Ferak said in disregard of it.

"I know that your current mind and actions are controlled by the female goddess. But don't worry, I will save you. You are the heir of the "snake" and I am the "god of civilization and technology." The ancient **** of order, even if he abandons the existence of this incarnation, he will save you from evil hands! "

The ancient gods are a group of existences who believe in their own cognition.

Luo Pei felt well-deserved after hearing this.

Felak seems to believe that he has been bewitched by Shabu, and standing on the opposite side of the ancient gods and order, he does not know that this is the path he has walked firmly.

"Gather your strength and forge it, my war corps, in the name of the mechanical creator, order you and others to reorganize the pioneer's army in this void."

The long staff shone, and behind Ferak, countless mechanical creations emerged from the void.

Star destroyers, spaceships, space robots, heavy armored slayers, cult blades...

The vast cosmic battleship group that can't be seen in science fiction movies, in Ferak's structure, just a breath of time constitutes the void space that takes up the entire world after it is broken.

Ferak stood on the mechanical throne.

The scepter tilted, and the fleet's naval guns were instantly recharged, which was also mixed with the supernatural power of the **** of science and technology Ferak.

This round of volleys is more than enough to destroy a world from the root!

Rainbow light flashed across, countless naval guns roared, and attacked towards Sab. Nicholas and Rope, and among them, there were insignificant black iron powers, trying to divert Rope from the attack.