Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

- Facts will only be written with the truest results.

An abnormal storm was born around him, and Rope blew the surroundings. The corpse under this sky made the visibility rise to the point where it was very clear even at night.

"Miss Jibril, your question is generic, which means that there is no single answer. I can answer this question for the sake of your loving appearance and what makes me amused, but I can't guarantee that it is what you want. . Are you sure you want to listen? From the mouth of my "predetermined enemy"..."

"It's surprising, it turns out that the Lord of Gods will also be happy with the appearance of the outside world. I thought you and your compatriots have transcended the outside world."

"Individuals have their own hobbies." Luo Pei spread his hands: "There are also gods who ask and answer their own questions. They can never find the answer to their questions, and they are crazy about their own horns."

"That must be a stupid god."

"No, that's a cute guy." Rope said meaningfully.

Jibril smiled without asking, and then bowed.

"Please be sure to tell me that I really don't have anyone else I can ask other than you, who was identified by Lord Artesius."

Her compatriots can't be said to be stupid, but after being brainwashed by Artosh Rongguang, their ability to make independent judgments other than fighting is pitiful.

The Flügel leader "the first individual" couldn't even understand Jibril's actions, let alone answer her questions. Other races were excluded because of their deep hostility.

As a result, the only thing left is the "God of Disaster" Rope, one of the current overlords of the earth, who has never been valued by the "God of War" Artesio.

"Come on, let's walk slowly and say slowly, it's a long way from my destination."

"Yes."

I lost a Ctugga, and I couldn't get a Jibril.

This pre-war trip was surprisingly good.

The Flügel girl followed closely behind the black-haired youth. Instead of flying, she stomped on the ground with her slender, jade-like legs and walked with it.

The fluorescent feathers shook off the wings, and then disappeared into the heavens and the earth as elves, and new feathers grew on the white wings.

"You're losing your hair very badly?"

"Ugh?!"

Jibril didn't seem to expect that Rope would start the topic with this, and she was a little overwhelmed.

"This...how to say..." She clapped her hands and smiled awkwardly.

"It's not shedding. The "Wings" are the Flügel's elf storage and the device linked to the elf corridor. Replacing the feathers just makes the "conductivity" better... By the way, isn't this the time to talk about it?Lord God of Disaster..."

Rope glanced at the beautiful angel beside him and shrugged.

"It's not interesting if the purpose is too strong. Take it easy. First of all, I can confirm that Miss Jibril's problem is completely unnecessary speculation. There is no so-called gap between the strong and the weak that cannot be bridged."

There is a path to climb to the top and bottom, and no matter how difficult or slim the path is, there is no doubt that it exists.

From an ordinary human being to the evil demigod who stuns the starry sky, Rope is the best proof.

You can say that he used Azalea, or that he is favored by the evil gods, but no one can deny that this is also a kind of road.

Just like Jibril was born the most powerful Flügel, the mere act of "birth" shortened her climb from the bottom to the top.

Hearing this, the Flügel girl became excited.

"So, is 'growth' certain? "

"Yes."

"That is to say, no matter how long it takes, one day I will grow to a position equal to Lord Artosu, and then complete my own value and defeat Lord Artosu?!"

"Do not."

"But, you said..."

"Listen to me."

Rope interrupted Jibril's words.

"I don't deny 'growth', but Miss Jibril also has to recognize a word - 'limit'.Yes, "growth" is unlimited, but individuals are not. Every individual in the world has a limit, and this limit limits the way they continue to grow, so individuals think that they have reached the top of what they can. "

Jibril frowned, she felt that there was something wrong with Rope's words.

"No matter how fast the camel beast runs, it can't fly, and no matter how hard you try, you can't reach the position of Artosh, not to mention that Artosh is also growing, the Flügel has inherent shackles and limits. In addition, Jibril, you Do you know how to break the shackles that the llama can't fly?"

"Then...the Emerald Spring that drank the Fairy Seed and gained the ability to use the Spirit, and then engraved the "Flying" spell on his body? "

Disturbed by the word "impossible", Jibril's answer was a little weak.

"Easier than this."

Rope laughed happily, somewhat gloomy.

"As long as it's not a camel beast."

He pointed to his temple.

"A long, long time ago, probably more than [-] years ago, someone I loved and admired said, "Human beings have limits, so I'm not a human being."Since the identity of the camel beast cannot make it fly, it is better not to be a camel beast and become another species that can fly. "

The attitude of the villain Dio Brando in "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure" is the source of Rope's high acceptance of his own heterogeneity.

Inhumans can achieve their own wishes, so why stick to human identity?

"Although I don't know what you mean by 'human', but..." Jibril sighed, "Forgive my ignorance, I have never heard of the ability to spontaneously change one's own race.Even the vampires that are closest to the concept you're talking about, they can't turn a vampire object into a real vampire. "