Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

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In this era, even human children will not make mistakes. After the famous fantasy species condensed into human form, the first action was to fall to the ground.

The scene got a little weird.

Nibia's face was buried in the dust and said in a muffled voice.

"Please forgive my gaffe, I'm not used to the manipulation of this body, I'll adjust it right away..."

She has always been floating and flowing, and suddenly she uses her hands and feet, of course she is not used to it.

But fortunately, it is a fantasy species, and its adaptability has completely reached the level of perversion, and it can be adjusted freely in minutes.

Even the dust on the delicate face was wiped away by the elf.

Rope's mouth curled into a smile.

"That's nice, Nibia, I'm not sarcastic, it's really nice."

"...Your happiness is my goal."

Somehow, Rope heard Nibia's embarrassment.

It turns out that my own apostle is so interesting...

Miscalculation.

The two walked among the mountains, not at all dissatisfied with their speed, and quickly climbed over several mountains.

More and more battlefields are unfolding in front of Rope, the crashed elf seed grass dome ship, the nightmare seed that is absorbing the treatment of "Tainted Blood", and the giant seed that is clear at a glance.

The white-haired girl dragged a wounded and crippled giant into the "small world" and slaughtered, her eyes sharper than a falcon, swept somewhere in the distance, and said.

"My lord, it is the fleet of goblin species."

Heavy industrial steel battle sequence ship, a weapon unique to the goblin species.

A long time ago, even the grass dome ships of the elves were born after suffering from the loss of steel warships in the war, and then gradually became the mainstream of the elves.

The distance is densely packed, and hundreds of thousands of fleets are coming, with hot exhaust and ample ammunition.

What can be perceived is the aura of several fantasy species.

"I can't sit still anymore." Rope was not surprised.

"Nibia, inform our fantasy species, let them not indulge in the battle with the giant species, their real work is coming soon."

"Yes."

The March of Destruction is about to reach its hottest rhythm.

Chapter [-] The Demon God and the Giant King

There is such an interesting saying in Rope's original world.

"I don't know what will happen in World War [-], but I do know that World War [-] will be a beating of sticks and stones."

The nuclear bondage binds the world firmly together, either everyone will be fine, or everyone will die together.

Humans alone have created such a terrifying assumption of war. If humans are replaced by other creatures, a fantasy race that feels absurd even in imagination, then the war between them will definitely be more terrifying than nuclear bombs.

That's exactly what happened.

After the war between the God of Calamity and the God of Forging began, the Nightmare, Elves, Ex-Machina, Giants, Goblin, and Fantasy were wrestling with each other, setting off a wave of destruction that lasted for a month on the second continent of the battlefield.

Wave after wave, not even free time.

The surface of the continent has been chipped away, and there are potholes everywhere.The sea level dropped a few meters out of thin air, and the sea water seemed to be evaporated.

This is still the case where the various races deliberately kept their hole cards and did not take a large-scale destruction trick.

Both sides waited in the midst of the battle, waiting for the enemy to make mistakes in judgment, so that the other side could win the most glorious victory in one fell swoop.

Thanks to this idea, the Second Continent miraculously maintained the basic structure without being smashed to pieces.

But this situation will not last long, the war is heating up, and there is a trend of increasing frenzy on both sides.

It is precisely because of this that Rope, one of the god species at the head of the faction, tried to find Okan, the god of forging, before everything broke out completely, and then solved the war from the source.

Without Orkan's "Goblin Furnace" and the forging inspiration given to the goblin species, those creatures are just flies that are played at will, and even the activation of the "Blood Burst" will become difficult.

This world can be considered bad luck for eight lifetimes. From top to bottom, no race has ever cared about the world. On the contrary, the alien god of disaster has always tried to keep the damage to a minimum. world.

——Sighing endlessly.

……

Away from several of the largest battlefields, the Second Continent is located close to the center.

When Rope arrived here, there was no "road" in the conventional sense.

There was surging magma everywhere, tongues of flame, and even the ore was burnt red and glowing.The red-haired girl would absolutely love this environment if Cthugya the "Blaster" was present.

Also relying on the judgment of the landform, Ropey determined that he was getting closer and closer to Orkan.

"God's Furnace" is what the god of forging uses to extract the flame at the center of the planet, and scorching burning is synonymous with it - after all, "forging" cannot be achieved without "heat".

"The nasty "behind-the-scenes type" gods, if the opponent is Artesio, there is no need for such troublesome things as war, and the first time they will choose "one-on-one" with me in ecstasy..."