The Endless Shuttle

"...Gold...Death, besides Raphael, am I going to be defeated by Michael again..."

Kneeling on the ground, the fourteen-faced monster muttered to himself, his expression getting more and more crazy.

The hands that had already fallen were forcibly stopped and pulled down, and the palms seemed to squeeze something, and black gravitational ripples spread outward.

Assazli's body was shocked, he shattered the blood blade that had been inserted into his body, and roared at Rope.

"Never! Rebellious son! Asazil can't end like this! Only when God throws me into the lake of fire and liberates me from my sins is the only defeat!"

The boundless power, even if it is corroded by the water of death of Basatan, it still maintains the vitality of the body—

Assazli stood up straight again under the terrible rain of swords.

Perhaps the power has been almost dispersed, Assazli pierced his hands into the earth, and the dark ripples also changed from spreading to the sky to stepping into the depths of the earth.

"Earth, the time for extinction has arrived! Command you with the will of the planet, command you in the name of Asazil! Let it collapse here!"

The long-storage moves were used by Asazil, and the sword rain continued to pierce his skin, deepening the influence of "death", but it did not reduce the enthusiasm of the **** lord.

This is his mission, the meaning of his existence.

"Completely get rid of the moving wasteland and sea"-the power of the plate drifting, tearing the earth apart!

‘It’s coming, get ready to give him a fatal blow. ’

Acelia said solemnly. ‘Don’t get involved in his power, and then look at the timing. His body is now supported by the plundered earth spirit. As long as you pierce the main sword into his chest, the battle is over. Death chain bombs erupted in his body, and that situation could not save him even if God came. ’

"learn!"

With a serious expression, Luo Pei withdrew the blood-red main sword in the sky and held its handle tightly.

In an instant, it is like eternity.

"Darkness" came.

With Azazel as the center, the dark light began to radiate vigorously, spreading toward the surrounding 360 degrees without dead ends. The sword domain that was affected by the black light, whether it was the sky or the earth, or the branches of the sword of words, all disappeared without a trace as if they were erased with an eraser.

The final blow of the Desperate Angel!

(I will be liberated in two days.)

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

(Ok, the normal update will resume today, stop commenting that I am a eunuch)

In the face of the black wave that shattered everything, Rope went forward instead of retreating.

"Crazy hell. White Gospel!"

Just when he was about to come into contact with Azazel's attack, a white skull-shaped double appeared suddenly behind Rope.

The stand-in stretched out the dark green plague vines, wrapped around his waist, and took advantage of that moment of power to lift him up out of thin air to avoid being turned into dust in the air by the power of tearing the earth.

Then, Rope disappeared from this space.

Azazel's attack is the manifestation of "shock" and "tear". It has the same effect as the shock fruit of the white beard in "One Piece" and can be called an enhanced version. All matter will be annihilated under a huge force, which is an undefensible move.

Except for the "White Gospel".

Using the transfer method of independent space, disappearing and appearing out of thin air within a very short range of the avatar, avoiding damage is completely possible.

Because that is not a simple "space transfer", the avatar power is already an independent world from the space generated outside the world-this is a "world shuttle" that transcends the "space transfer".

As long as there are forces within the world, they can't stop Rope from launching this ability.

Beyond the black wave, Rope's eyes widened again.

Behind that fluctuation, the entire golden sword domain disappeared, not even the mud, and at first glance it was just a dark void that could not be seen to the end.

Luo Pei was a little grateful that he had opened up the Golden Sword Domain.

If Azazel uses this trick in Chiba Prefecture, let alone human beings, even the Japanese island may have a hole in it.

Looking up, his enemy, the prince of **** with seven heads, six wings and fourteen faces, was standing in the void, spitting out red liquid, and he couldn't tell whether it was magma or blood.

However, judging from his wounds and exhausted posture, it is clear that Rope has hollowed out his body with the blow just now, making Azazler's probing nerves obviously weakened.

So that the enemy was so close and didn't find it.

Great opportunity!

Luo Pei no longer hesitated, chanting the spirit of words silently in the air, and activated his "white horse" incarnation.

-The undead sun! For victory, please grant me bright and shining "light"! That is the holy light from the fire! In order to protect the good, to eradicate the wicked! I am the swift "light"!

Water needs the earth to flow, otherwise it is rootless duckweed.

Thunder needs dark clouds to run, otherwise it is a weak electric flower.

There is no air in the void, so the wind cannot blow.

"The Dominator of the Sky", "The Sigh of the Shallow Sea", "The Oath of Guardian"...

Rope's remaining three powers can't help him at this time.

Only light, the light of Velesrana as a "subordinate to the sun god", can spread here and reach the supreme speed-that is, the realm of "swift speed".

In myths around the world, the sun **** always drives a carriage. Therefore, the "horse" was given the status of the sun god, and it was integrated with the "sun god". So Rope merged Veleslana's "white horse" with himself and turned it into the brilliance of the sun.

-Doesn't burn the enemy, just pure speed.

"Father, please bear with me, your son will release you soon..."

Luo Pei carried the wheel of light on his back, closed his eyes and placed the blood-stained sword of words on his forehead, muttering words.

This is not confession.

"Harvest", "Desolate", "Earthquake", "Volcano", "Mountain", "Rock", "Soil", "Toughness"...

Almost all the knowledge about the earth has been transformed, and all of it has become the nourishment of the sword of words and spirits in his hands, allowing it to be blessed to an unprecedented level.

Luo Pei believes that even if any of the "God of the Earth" in the myth now stands in front of him, he will be rotten to the thunder, killing him instantly.

The frail Asazil was even more trivial.

When Luo Pei's knowledge was completely injected, the sword of Yan Ling had changed its appearance.

The shape of the original wide-blade Persian scimitar disappeared without a trace, and replaced by a weapon like a "long needle".