Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"If you have anything, just say it directly. If you think about "challenging the gods to improve yourself", go back, I have no time to play with you. ' said the black-haired youth.

"The previous "Ultimate Strike", the "Sky Strike" just now, you have seen the effect, even if you come up with any powerful tricks, it will not help, there is a dimensional gap between us.And my mood now is different from the last time I met you. You will really die if you make too much trouble. "

Playing home with angels?what is that?Is it fun to have beast ears?

Rope didn't want to do anything now, just wanted to hold the beast ears and play with their ears and tails.

After careful calculation, after such a long period of time, there was no beast-eared girl among the girls he had sex with. It was unforgivable, and it went against his concept of hedonism.

Rope was more and more looking forward to the Witch Ring and the Orc Empire, and secretly felt that it was the right decision to let Fanlou accept the Orcs at that time.

It's a good thing to be able to kill boredom and bring fun.

Especially for the gods whose lifespans have no end.

"Well……"

Jibril was choked, but she didn't find a point to refute.

She is the Flügel, the strongest killing weapon, yes, but the one who said this is the gods, who create weapons and stand at the top of the world.

The girl patted her cheeks, took a deep breath, and then stepped forward with her hands open to block the God of Disaster.

"Lord God of Disaster."

Jibril's expression was more serious than ever.

"At this moment, I'm not here to challenge myself. How big is the gap? It was clear enough last time. Maybe you and I will become enemies at some point in the future, but now, Jibril has a problem. I beg you to answer. Just like giving alms to weak creatures, the God of Disaster should not stick to such trivial matters as grievances and positions, right?"

"I don't care..."

Rope tilted his head.

"But why do you ask me a question? Is there any need for me to answer your question? If it's about the gods, wouldn't it be better to ask your creator Arto?"

"No, it's precisely because it's Lord Artesu that I can't answer this question!"

Jibril said decisively.

"The owner of Tianyi, who I am waiting for, has stood in the "strongest" position since birth, and is undoubtedly the "strongest" existence in this world, but this limits his thinking.Because it is the strongest, it is meaningless to consider other things, so I cannot answer the question from my humble self. "

"Ah."

Rope hung up a somewhat grim smile.

"Is it really good to brag about your creator like this? Maybe at some point in the future, the "Throne" of Artois will no longer belong to him..."

"Maybe."

It was rare that Jibril, a creature, did not deny Artosh's defeat.

"I'm no different from my sisters." Jibril said, "The essence of me created by Lord Artesius is to deny the "strongest", so I will not indulge in the glory of Lord Artesius, but choose One challenge at a time. "

Rope knows this.

The "extra individual" Jibril is an individual created by the God of War when he was tortured by the strongest to the point of going crazy, hoping to "really lose", so Jibril has a "growth" that other Flügels don't have.

Just like the repeated battle with the dragon spirits, Jibril finally independently killed the dragon spirits that required fifty Flügels to defeat. Artosh hoped that Jibril could grow to the same height as him, and then end his strongest.

Then, from this result, Artesio can understand the meaning of "strongest" with a gratification.

"I fought desperately to challenge a race that was impossible for the Flügel to defeat, in order to reflect my own value."

Jibril stared at Rope.

"But even so, my "growth" is still insignificant to Artesius-sama, just like you can easily nullify the "Ultimate Strike" I'm struggling to use.Lord Artosh seemed tired of me, and turned his attention to you, who was stronger and more qualified to challenge him. "

"Interesting. What exactly do you want to ask?"

Rope's interest was raised.

"Lord God of Disaster, Jibril would like to know, if the gap between the strong and the weak reaches a certain distance, the weak will never be able to defeat the strong? What is the necessary possibility for the weak to challenge the strong?"

If it is, it proves that Artosh created her "mistake", which means that Jibril, the Flügel, is nothing but slaughter.

The proud Flügel maiden could not accept the answer.

Maybe, if Rope admits it here, Jibril may immediately self-destruct.

Don't doubt the madness of the Flügel, under the girl's beautiful smile, her heart has long been twisted and broken.

Chapter [-] Killing Angel got her answer

After listening to Jibril's question, the scene was quiet for a moment.

The blizzard of the corpse blew its breath, whining like the wailing of a ghost, smearing the earth with a gloomy and pale color.

"Hmph, what an arrogant question..."

Rope sneered.

"The word "challenge" is not a wrong word, but ask me how the "weak" can bridge the distance between the "strong"... In your eyes, I stand in the position of the "weak" compared to Arto. ? "

Jibril didn't answer, but the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

"...Forget it, Artosh is your "father", and you haven't seen my power, so it's not surprising to think so. "

Pointless argument, Rope gave up continuing to struggle with this kind of thing.