Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope denied.

"I just give you a choice, after the winner is divided, follow the winner who is at the top of the world."

"Whoosh..."

Jibril chuckled lightly.

"I thought you were weird from the very beginning. I didn't expect you to be able to do the act of trying to accommodate the subordinate races that will fight to the death... Is this why you have a high interest in non-creative races? Gathering?"

"Anyway, what's your answer?"

"I beg your pardon, I cannot answer this question."

Jibril said simply.

"You who are wise must be able to understand the existence of the so-called "position".Things in the future can only be decided in the future, and no answers can be given now. "

"Ambiguous."

"Who made me a Flügel..."

Jibril looked at the bright full moon in the sky.

"I hope I can come to this interesting place to play in the future... Will you save the progress of my "game"? "

"of course."

"I really look forward to the scenery when this world is truly completed."

If she can survive the next war... Jibril thought freely.

Born in war, and dying in war, this is the fate of many Flügels.

Slowly, the surrounding scenery blurred, and the feeling of weightlessness came.

When Jibril opened her eyes again, the real world came into view.

Still in the woods, next to the hot spring.

Her pure white wings spread slightly, and her long spectral hair head rests on the dark-haired youth's arms.

"Lord God of Disaster?" Jibril said suspiciously.

Rope smiled and pinched a strand of her long hair.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go."

"I'm not in a hurry, but the look in your eyes now makes me feel a sense of crisis in chastity..."

Saying that, Jibril smiled for some reason.

"You are really different from ordinary gods."

"Many people say this, but the God of Disaster doesn't spread disasters or anything... You know what? I'm almost equal to the "God of Hope" in my subordinate race. "

Granting new life to all races, Rope's name of "hope" is really right.

"The world is always so strange, and it's no surprise that a god species that violates the essence of the gods is born."

"I will create a perfect future," Rope said.

"In that future, you will no longer be troubled by the question of your position, and enjoy my gifts to the fullest, even with your species, the Flügel."

"Maybe..." Jibril muttered in a low voice: "They are all mad believers, and it is not impossible for Lord Artesius to commit suicide if he really loses."

"I said that I would not suffer, and that "suffering" also includes this. "

"I'm looking forward to it." Jibril said, "But if you want to use these words to let me let go of the battle and fail on purpose..."

"Humph."

Rope snorted disdainfully.

release water?

Will the sail tower need Jibril to release water?

That would be too small to underestimate the first god species born in the world.

Avant Heim, the top fighting force of the Fantasy Seeds, plus all the Flügels, even with such a lineup, if Fanlou is serious, it will be a problem whether they can last for [-] minutes, and it is more likely that they will be completely destroyed at the moment of the war. Captured and sealed.

Yes, catch the seal.

After all, the essence of Fanlou is not for fighting.

"Want to come?"

Jibril stared at the black-haired youth and asked with a half-smile.

"You are full of that kind of plan, right? Just treat it as an offering for the gods before breaking up. However, you have to be careful not to send soul fragments in. If the Flügel is pregnant with a child of the gods, I'm afraid I'm about to be beaten to death by Azrael-senpai and Artesius-sama in Abant Heim..."

"From the beginning of knowing to the present, among the "prices" you have paid, this is the only one that makes me the most satisfied. "

Rope lowered his head with a smile.

In the dreamlike forest, angels and gods sleep together.

Chapter [-] World Unity, Burning "War" Divinity