Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Xin Ke didn't know what to do.

If a non-allied race invades in a war, it should be drained of value after being caught, and then executed.But this choice ceased to exist after Lily reported the term "God of Disaster".

For the vampires to take refuge in, such a major event, the young girls of the elves would not dare to make their own decisions.

"...Lord William, can you contact Lord God of Disaster?"

"The creator has withdrawn from the mind console, and I can't get in touch."

"Is that so..."

Xin Ke fell silent.

After thinking for a moment, the girl rubbed her eyebrows and said to William.

"Let's imprison him for now, and wait until Lord Rope comes back to deal with the vampires according to his wishes... Don't let her run away."

"Understood, I will order the two Nightmare Seeds to guard."

The vampire Loli went back and forth between Xinke and William a lot, and then laughed.

"Don't Lily have to be killed? Then Lily apologizes for trespassing on your fleet..."

"no need to say sorry."

Xin Ke said coldly.

"You're just living for a while."

When the God of Calamity returns, if he is dissatisfied with, or has no interest in, the vampire, then not only this young vampire girl, but also the entire vampire race will be included in the enemy of the "God of Calamity Camp".

Everything is still unknown.

Chapter [-] The Insurmountable Gap Between the Strong and the Weak

"Sky Strike" ripped apart the earth, and the corpses all over the ground were blown back to the sky, setting off a larger-scale blizzard.

The jet-black swaying torrent weakened, and the black-haired youth appeared unharmed.

Looking at the killing angel slowly descending from the sky, Rope's expression was indifferent.

He didn't even pay attention to the "Death Strike" of the Flügel's rampage and self-destruction, not to mention the "Sky Strike", he didn't even bother to hide.

"I've been looking for you for a long time..."

The Flügel girl stood opposite the God of Calamity, put her hands on her chest, smiled, and said in a soft, lyrical tone.

"On this point alone, you are really similar to Master Artosu, both of whom don't like going out very much. Are all gods like this? Remember "God of Forging" Orkan except the last time you forced him When I came out, I stayed in the "God Stove"... it was too hot there..."

"Jibril."

Rope said the name of the Flügel.

Jibril folded her wings and saluted gracefully.

"Yes. I'm honored that you can remember my name, Lord God of Disaster."

"Why did you appear in front of me at this time and place?"

Rope patted the spirit skeleton scattered on the shoulder of his jacket and asked plainly.

"Articio's declaration of war? Flügel's hunting against me? Want to reproduce the glory that ran through the essence of the gods? Bored, I thought that even if the Flügel were madly dominated, they would still have basic form judgments. I was dragged into the last time. Isn't the dream experience enough?"

"oops."

Jibril stuck out her tongue cutely.

"So Azrael-senpai and the others have been taught a lesson by the God of Disaster, no wonder... have you forgotten? I was pressed to the ground by you and couldn't move, so I couldn't experience the fear of being dragged into a dream. ."

The light orange skirt fluttered, the girl gently moved the lotus step, and the huge elf power separated the blizzard and came to the black-haired youth step by step.

Rope raised his brows, and for a while he didn't know what medicine was sold in Jibril's gourd.

Jibril's height is about [-] meters, which is a petite type.The girl looked up at the God of Disaster who was more than one head taller than her, and there was an inexplicable emotion in her bright cross-patterned pupils.

There were no other Flügel troops in the perception, and there was no sign of the goddess Artosh appearing. Nine times out of ten, Jibril came to him by herself.

Are you curious... what a life-threatening audacity...

Rope sighed.

Being scrutinized by a beautiful girl is not unacceptable in itself, but if you consider the gloomy and violent environment around it, it is a bit of a disappointment.

After a long while, the black-haired young man shook his head and turned around when he saw that Jibril was not doing anything else.

"Go back to Abant Heim. Even weapons can only be of value when they are alive. No matter what you think about me, it's important to know your position, or you'll be wasting your life in vain."

"Oh? Wait, wait, Lord God of Disaster!"

Jibril finally returned to God. Seeing that the God of Disaster ignored her and left, she was a little anxious, but she didn't dare to grab the God of Disaster's clothes, so she could only follow Rope closely.

Rope glanced at Jibril who was madly beside him.

Putting aside the killing and frenzied personalities of the Flügels, each individual has a cute character that perfectly matches the girl.

It's also thanks to Artexu that the cold and fierce male powerhouse who fought in the sky and the battlefield can create such a group of daughters. Is it possible that every male has an unknown girl's heart?

Rope felt as if he knew some great truth.