The Endless Shuttle

"I just want to smash your face."

The tentacles upset the clouds taught in the sky. In addition to yellow fever, other deadly viruses began to fill the air, resisting the light element brought by Nutz's arrival.

She is the supreme wind god, the ruler of mobility and disease. One of the symbols of the "four elements" of the Cthulhu **** system.

Faced with the ancient gods, the enemy from the immemorial to the present, even if the enemy's strength is higher than his own, he can't shrink back. While enjoying status and glory, responsibility is also firmly pressed on Hasta's shoulders.

When seeing Nutz, the king in yellow made up her mind, not only to share the attention of the ancient gods for Xema, but she also wanted to give this winged female a vicious shot.

"Stubbornly stubborn."

Nutz's wings contracted and wrapped himself.

Beside the gray-haired goddess, hundreds of tiny light spots changed from small to large, floating in mid-air.

In ancient legends, light is not only synonymous with healing and purification. When the subtle, indistinguishable light element is emitted at a consistent frequency, it becomes the light of destruction that brings death.

Humans have put a very appropriate term for this phenomenon-"death light". That is the laser.

The laser driven by the supernatural power of the "winged lighter" Nutz can penetrate almost everything. In the battle between order and chaos, Nutz even destroyed the entire galaxy corrupted and fallen by the evil **** with light. Her power made many of the main combatants at the time look at her and made her the prestigious "Mother of Light".

"The withering wind."

Hasta was not afraid, waving his tentacles and setting off a more manic hurricane.

The brother of Cthulhu added his few "water" characteristics to the attack, emitting a humid mist from the clouds, refracting and weakening the light.

Storm, light, monsters, angels--

The four protagonists occupy the sky, and Avista seems to have returned to the age of mythology, more exaggerated than the raging gods of incompliance, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a "rain of bullets".

The battle continues.

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"It's really exciting..."

Xma hid behind the high muddy platform, pressed Senna's little head desperately trying to stick out her head, and carefully observed the situation in the sky.

He had just ended his duel with Loki, and his magical power had almost bottomed out. Although he wanted to help Hasta, he still had to wait and see with his current power that is not much stronger than the mosquito.

Even if he couldn't see the identity of that angel-like god, it would have made Hasta so much effort and faintly overwhelmed the King of Yellow, it was definitely not a small role. Most likely it is the ancient gods recorded in the pages of those ancient books, as well as the books of the dead. Only those who have sealed the existence of the old dominators will fight Hasta actively in this way.

I don’t know if it’s the "Tipos" that Hasta said...

This power is really not in the same class as the pseudo-god of the **** of disobedience. Xema thought warily.

The current power system of himself and Rope has been finalized, and it can almost be said that they are tied to the Cthulhu car. As a price, in a certain world in the future, there will definitely be a conflict with the ancient gods, the mortal enemies of the old rulers. In this way, it is very necessary to understand these unknown enemies.

"Master!"

Sena grievedly broke the hand that held her head. The kitten-like strength was out of proportion to the madness of hell. Xema's arm was like cast of steel, motionless.

"Let go of me! I have to go to my family, now they are very likely..."

"Take it to me honestly." Xema's hand pressed down and her voice said harshly.

"Do you really think that you are a terrific person for participating in Loki's siege? Without my protection, you are now hard to protect yourself. You have become a meat sauce in the mud, and you are still talking about saving people?"

With that, as if to increase the credibility of Xema's words, the huge flying gravel was bounced off by the translucent soft barrier, and a large amount of dust was splashed on the side.

Senna calmed down all of a sudden.

"How could this be..." she said frustratedly.

"I saw that the monsters that were transformed by the master have become human again, and my mother must be the same. My brother is still sick, and if there is any accident with my father, he will definitely die."

"Relax, your father is not that stupid. His ability to leave without ink in the sewer proves that the man has quite outstanding judgment and determination-in this case, if you do not have me, he will definitely live longer than You are long."

Perhaps it was a little irritable being disturbed by the sound, or the news from Rope made Xma feel good. The indifferent skull-shaped monster rarely said some comforting words to Senna.

"The little girl wants to go, so let her go."

"What stupid thing to say, I have to be responsible for my apprentice..."

Xema didn't look at the side, and subconsciously continued.

After half a second, he reacted.

The familiar voice has the same tone as when he had flesh and blood, but compared to his own indifference, the voice of this voice is more emotional.

Xema turned her head, her eyes with dark red flames twitched, and then there was a long silence.

"What's wrong, I said I'll be there soon."

From a transparent breeze, the handsome boy with blond hair and blue eyes appeared out of thin air and walked out.

The corners of his mouth were cocked, as if a smile was not a smile, and in the war-torn, dilapidated town like the end of the world, there was a beautiful landscape that no one could see—the word was really fine.

Sena stared at the sight in front of her stunned. Whether it was the rare beauty of human beings, or the juvenile's casual tone of treating her master, she was at a loss.

She glanced worriedly at her side because it was Xema, whose skull face could not see clearly, and silently prayed that Master would not be furious about it.

For a long time, the scene Senna had imagined did not appear, and Xema just cursed the boy in a low voice.

"……idiot."

There is no one other than the ontology who can approach oneself without probing nerves.

When Rope was next to Xema, the anxiety and loss of magic in the body and mind were all eased bit by bit.

"Hey, hey, how can I scold myself."

Luo Pei patted his substitute on the shoulder, and didn't mind that his hand-made white suit was soiled, and sat down on the clod next to Xema.

"Knowing that you were injured, I ran to Northern Europe without delay. Even Liliana and Erica didn't notify me. I'm afraid I will be complained by two young girls after I go back..."

He was complaining, but looking at his expression, he knew that the teenager enjoyed this feeling of being cared for.

"Moreover, the current situation does not seem to be optimistic."

Rope poked his head out, watching you and me, monsters and angels fighting in the sky.

After Loki was resolved, he thought the matter would end there, but Ropey instantly noticed something was wrong after entering Avista in the "Thunder" state.

Naturally conservative and cautious, he changed his way of action, planning to make a plan after reconciliation with Xmar in the form of a "storm".

"Are you going to get a kick?" Rope asked Cosma.