Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"why?"

"The gods never make meaningless announcements."

Riku glanced at the god species on the high platform, the god of disaster with black hair and blue eyes.

"The final war is about to begin... The god of war who has occupied the strongest for thousands of years and the strongest challenger who has ruled the earth..."

If it is you, then please allow the humble human race to bless you...

Riku knelt down on one knee, moved towards the direction of the gods on the high platform in the distance, and traced a half-moon-shaped flame trace on the ground with his fingers.

This is a ritual currently used by the human species only when worshipping fire.

Standing up, Riku followed Yale away.

This will be their last appearance in the middle of the earth.

In the future, the human species will live forever in the cold place where the north wind howls, continuing the fate of the flame from generation to generation.

"Huh?" Rope shifted his gaze slightly.

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing...Maybe it's my delusion, it's not a big deal."

For a moment, like fine dust on a glass window, Rope felt Cthugya's power.

However, the evil fire god had not appeared in front of him for a long time, and it was estimated that he was having fun with the human race, and it was impossible to attend such a "very boring" scene for her.

"Fanlou, in a month, let's end all this." Rope said with a smile.

"Ah."

The goddess girl raised her head.

"I won't let you down!"

The war started in the battle between the gods and the gods, and it will end in the battle between the two.

Chapter [-]: Creating a Continent in the Sky

At an altitude of [-] meters above the earth, the city fortress of the Flügel, Abant Heim.

It is one of the strongest fantasy species and an apostle of the "God of War" Artesio.According to the ancient covenant, it carried the gods and Flügel, and circled the world along the elven corridor in the sky without stopping until the end of time.

On the back, the abode of the angels.

Like being broken piece by piece with a vise, the remains of the Rubik's Cube piled up into mountains.

On these wrecks, the beautiful killing angels changed their laziness, and all the Flügels who did not go out to hunt surrounded the temple of the God of War, vigilantly patrolling around Avant Heim.

From that day of miracles, after the "Grand Ceremony" in which all races surrendered, the taste of war has grown stronger.

As Artesius' feathers, the angels could smell the bloody smell.

Arteo's order of "not allowed to attack" caused the Flügels to lose the update of the enemy's intelligence. They did not dare to take the initiative to attack rashly, and could only adopt a passive defensive posture under the premise of obeying the orders of the gods.

Do not know when and where, the servants of the god of disaster will form an army to attack.

- The end of the world.

This made the hearts of all the Killing Angels pound, and the mental excitement reached an unprecedented peak while being slightly worried that they could win.

On the border of Abant Heim, Jibril sat on the platform of the wreckage, holding her beautiful legs in yellow and white stockings with both hands, staring blankly at the sun wheel rising from the east, the slight wind blowing Her long, spectral-colored hair added an extra layer of divine to her utterly beautiful face.

"Xiaoji?"

The girl turned her head, and her eldest sister, Azrael, the "first individual", descended from the sky.

"Senior Azrael, is it time for a shift change?"

"No, I'm just here to simply see you."

Azrael shook her head with worry in her eyes.

"Xiaoji, what happened to you recently? I've been listless since I came back that day."

"Me? Listless?"

Jibril touched her face, only to realize that the smile on her lips had dimmed for some time.

It was probably because of this that Azrael's attention was drawn.

"...It's nothing." Jibril lowered her head: "It's probably because the beloved toy hasn't had enough fun, so I'll say goodbye to it forever..."

After this war, whether it is the victory of the God of War or the victory of the God of Disaster, Jibril is unlikely to play that interesting "virtual game".

As for the "perfect future" mentioned by the black-haired youth, although Jibril believed it, she did not expect much due to various reasons.

In the war that swept the earth, it was impossible for the Flügel to not suffer casualties.

In the end, it is very likely that she will perish and die in the whirlpool of this war.

A Flügel's accustomed home.

Azrael stared at her younger sister for a long time and said with a sigh.

"It's best if it's okay. The God of Calamity will attack at some point. If you are confused in the battle, death will be a pity."