Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Some people have said that all inferiority should be abandoned in order to reach the pinnacle.

But Rope disagrees.

"Inferiority" is often something related to pleasure. If you give up these things, it will be a lot less fun.

However, with Titu's exquisite and beautiful appearance and petite and lovely figure, even a boy...

No!

Rope hurriedly pulled back his strange thinking. He did not intend to inherit the unique preferences of the nobles in the medieval world.

"Hum~"

"What are you saying "Hum~"? "

"It's nothing."

Tetto didn't answer, smiling inexplicably.

"Then follow Rope's request. After all, it was you who gave me the chance to be born. Strictly speaking, I am the god of disaster and your possession..."

"A guy like you is useless even if you become my subordinate."

"It's hard to say."

The collapse of the city proceeded to a certain extent.

Rope raised his head, the surrounding water was full of steel debris, and it was dark.

He turned and walked out of the city.

"Go back, let's see your new home in the future, everyone will live there together from now on."

"Ok!"

Tetto flew to Rope's side.

"It" has become "she", surrounded by the fragrance of the girl, Tet rubbed his face against Rope's profile.

"In the future, please give me more advice, let me be born with the "Dad" of this world~"

"...change that name to me!"

Different from the past, there is a sense of relaxation and leisure, plus a little sweetness of joy. This is the moment when the god of games and the god of disaster meet.

Feeling good.

Chapter [-]: The Divine Grant of Sovereign Power!The god of disaster divides the earth!

After the goblin-species mechanical city collapsed, the war ended within a few days.

The goblin species that can't activate the "medullary burst" are quieter than the crazy giant species.

It took the elves and the nightmares seven days to destroy all the warships and slaughter the goblin warriors.Until the dawn of the eighth day, the fleet of mechanical fleets that once traversed the sky ceased to exist, and disappeared into the long river of history together with their master goblins.

There may be hundreds or thousands of deserters scattered here and there.

But it is impossible for the goblin species who cannot "forge" with inspiration to re-form a rebel army or something.

Even the god of disaster doesn't even need to pay attention to them. In the harsh environment, the goblin species that lose the protection of "foreign objects" will become more vulnerable than the orc race. I am afraid that within ten years, the bones of those defeated soldiers will be there. A corner of the world is buried by corpses.

With the death of Orkan, the "God of Forging", the goblin race is dead.

After the mad giants are completely cleared, the huge alliance headed by the goblin species will completely collapse, and will no longer bear the glory of competing for power and wrestling with all the upper species.

As a result of this war, in addition to the gradual engulfment of the second continent by the sea, Rope established absolute hegemony in this world.

If the sky is the domain of the Flügels and the "God of War" Artosh.

Then on the earth, all the continents and oceans and the races that live in them are based on the "God of Disaster" Rope, who humbly listens to the oracles of the king of the earth.

Unpredictable future.

But fortunately, Artosh still maintained a detached attitude, sitting on the top of Avant Heim, the fantasy species, without taking any action, while the God of Disaster began to take over the internal affairs of the entire earth, and did not intend to continuously launch wars.

Strangely, everyone has ushered in the long-lost "peace period".

However, intelligent creatures with a little common sense can see that this is just the calm before the storm.

They were terrified and felt that someday the two gods would completely start a new round of war.And this war will definitely become an unprecedented echo that will end this long era.

The state of the world after the conquest of Orkan, the strongest and the strongest gradually entered the final stage.

……

The time is one month after the end of the war, and the location is the Dream City of the God of Disaster.

The black-haired youth sat on the throne with his cheeks propped up, looking down at the neatly knelt leaders of various races, his eyes were a little less lazy and more serious.

"At the moment when the last giant fell, you will all realize one thing. That is, except for the last enemy Artoshu and the Flügel, there is no existence on the surface that resists us, and the whole world is Be in the bag."

Rope said flatly, his voice echoing on the top of the empty clock tower.

No one answered, the atmosphere gradually solidified, and the big clock behind it ticked rhythmically.

In such a scene, even the off-line queen of the sea species did not dare to be presumptuous, and stayed in the blisters and lowered her head deeply.

"Rivers, mountains, forests, earth, oceans...not limited to one or two continents, everything you can see and walk is territory."