Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"The interior scenery of the world I haven't seen for a long time, give me a little more fun... The chosen ones are gifts, my future humble believers..."

Everything is in the palm of the Great One.

Chapter [-] Jibril on the Operating Table

No one in the world works the same, not even the gods of power and concepts.

However, the changes in the departure of the "God of Nature" Kainas and the "God of Forging" Okan are still indelibly reflected on the earth.

The most intuitive is the change of the main theme of the war.

Jibril stretched her wings and flew above the sky.

After the death of the elves, the dark clouds formed by the skeletons have become very thin, no longer covering the sky and the sun, allowing the sun and moonlight to fall on the ground again.

All things are brought to life, the forest is revived, and unknown animals can even come out to take a breath, without worrying about being robbed of their fragile lives by spirit skeletons.

--Peace.

Jibril now vaguely sensed the meaning of this word that was the furthest away from the angels created by the "God of War" Artosh.

Perhaps unimaginably good news for the rest of the world, but the Flügel thinks otherwise.

"Giants, goblins, and demons are dying out, and even dragons are shrinking their tribes. Coupled with the order of "No privately provoking decisive battles" from Lord Artesius, where do we go hunting..."

Jibril's sorrow was about to overflow.

For a race that enjoys hunting, if the number of hunters is drastically reduced, it will be deprived of "entertainment".

Artosh forbids the Flügels from privately provoking a decisive battle with the God of Calamity camp. It seems that he intends to occupy the pleasure of the "Final Act Challenge from the God of Calamity", like a coronation ceremony.

This kind of behavior made the Flügels lose a lot of optional targets at once. After all, the earth is now almost all the servants of the God of Calamity, but they can't help but obey Artosh's orders.

So these days, the Flügel girls have been busy counting the feathers on their wings.

Jibril was the first to lose her temper. With the idea of ​​"even a single wild dragon", she flew out of Avant Heim and patrolled the sky.

"Sure enough..." The Flügel girl sighed.

"Smart Dragon" Regin Levi is not a fool.

It is the smartest dragon among the dragon spirits. Regin Levi knows that the dragon spirits who have not joined any camps will touch the nerves of both camps, so regardless of the ecology of the dragon spirits, he will force the wild dragons that are nesting outside. All recalled.

The land was empty, and the dragon spirits gathered in the "Dragon Cave".

Jibril couldn't go hunting in the "Dragon Cave", it was no different from courting death.

After flying for a while, the girl with long spectral hair felt bored, and Qing Wu's wings gradually descended from the air.

Surrounded by a forest, emerald green, the Flügel's sensitive five senses can still hear the subtle sound of insects.This was unimaginable before, and death was the theme of the age of war.

Elf power surrounds Jibril, making her way through the woods.

Slowly, a lake with pale white steam came into view, and the girl stopped.

Not to mention why there is such a strange thing as a hot spring in the forest, it is not such a trivial thing that makes Jibril stop.

Through the light mist, on the rock opposite the lake, there is a young man leaning there with his eyes closed.

Black shattered hair, extremely handsome appearance, neat clothes that can't be called names, an existence that you can't forget after seeing it once.

Species of gods. God of disaster.

The young man opened his azure blue eyes, and also stared at Jibril with a complicated expression.

"Are you looking for me again?"

His voice was a little helpless.

...I'm just helpless here!

Jibril couldn't figure out why she could meet a god by just turning around, or the final boss of the enemy who was about to fight.

"I can swear, Lord God of Disaster."

The girl's smile was awkward.

"Under the current general situation of you and me, if you have to make a list of "I don't want to meet existence alone", you must be at the top of the list. "

Different from the previous meeting.

The battle between the God of War and the God of Disaster is imminent, even if Jibril's temperament escapes, she can't run to Ropee as carelessly as before.

"Fate is a wonderful thing..."

Rope didn't doubt anything, just sighed.

He waved his hand lightly and motioned for Jibril to come over.

"Come here now, don't worry I will kill you. If I want to kill you, Miss Jibril, you have already died tens of thousands of times. The grievances of war are left to the real war to resolve. it is good."

"This is also..."

Jibril folded her wings and stepped on the water to the god of disaster.

After walking into the girl, I realized that Rope was not sitting there blankly.In his hand, there is a shining sphere like a star. It is illusory and real. From the light, it shows an extremely complex "wonderful" enough to be dizzy just by looking at it.

Jibril looked away.