Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I made a promise with a certain girl to give her a perfect future. If you can't control your strength and kill all those Flügels, my promise will not be fulfilled."

"I know."

The sound of Saillou's response remained in the air.

Rope looked up at the sky, his eyes crossed the huge continent, and he stared at the whale-shaped fantasy species.

Abant Heim seemed to be watching the God of Disaster as well, exuding a touch of hostility, as if warning Rope not to approach.

But this feeling is only for a moment.

The next moment, the strict defense of the fantasy species disappeared.

It was as if it had received an order, not only hostility, but even the barrier of the "small world" was opened in Rope's perception.

This is Artesio's invitation.

That's why it's good to say this kind of "strong" type of guy.

Never make useless ink marks with opponents who are obviously of the same rank, and do some tricks to pass the level and meet the boss at the end.

Articio had been looking forward to the rare "friend" that he had been looking forward to for so long. He madly advocated one-on-one, and he would not let Avant Heim hinder this happiness.

"Now is the time to fulfill the gauntlet that was once issued, and prepare to give up the highest throne..."

Rope trimmed the collar of his black robe as if he were going to a banquet.

Surrounded by an ominous aura, the black-haired youth took a step forward.

In the second step, he had already stepped on the ground of Avant Heim.

Without the spatial isolation of the "small world", it is easier for the gods to move in space than to eat and drink.

A city made of abandoned Rubik's Cubes, as long as you raise your head a little, you can see the manifestation of the phantom corridor like a dotted line.

Among the ancient trees, above the tower, the Flügel girl with dancing wings watched him vigilantly.

Unlike Avant Heim, the Flügel girl couldn't suddenly let go of her hostility to the God of Calamity even if Artosh's order was given.

But just like the giant dragon doesn't care what the ants think, Rope ignores the sight that is enough to kill people, and moves forward easily, like a vacation in the suburbs, walking towards the magnificent ancient temple in the center of the city.

The girl with long spectral hair, the youngest Flügel who was born last, stood in front of the long steps, staring at the God of Disaster silently.

"From the moment we parted, you knew that this day was destined to come. If you don't know how to face me, just smile."

he said softly.

"Indulgence, cruelty, flirtation, playfulness, no matter what kind of smile, that's the expression that a Flügel Jibril should have. "

"...The cunning gods, can you say such familiar words after spending a few days together?"

Jibril looked away.

"Sir Artesu is waiting for you, see you later on the battlefield... Take care."

This is what the Flügel girl's position can say, and she cares to the greatest extent.

The enemy, death, and the joy of the god of disaster, these became contradictions, and they were always in Jibril's heart. These words were the embodiment of her ambivalence.

Rope smiled and didn't answer.

His promises have always been proven by reality.

The black-haired youth and the girl passed by.

The moss stone steps have tens of thousands of layers, and Rope, like an ordinary person, has neither flight nor space to move, and climbs step by step.

From the inside of the huge stone gate, the oppression of the tyrant seeps out.

The strongest gods exist there.

Truly, the only strong man of all ages.

He was the "strongest" in past history, but was frustrated because he didn't understand what "the strongest" was, and gradually lost interest in everything in the world.

And at this moment, the long-lost challenger of the "God of War" Artesius was standing outside his temple.

Rope walked through the huge group of stone pillars supporting the dome of the temple, through the darkness and the dawn, and after coming to this world, stood in front of Artesius for the first time.

A man with bright golden eyes and a huge body, as strong as a rock.

Every part of the body is permeated with strength, as if it is the spokesperson for the word "tough".

The "God of War" Artosh sat on the simple throne and responded to the arrival of the god of disaster with a thick smile.

He said enthusiastically with a brave and shocking voice.

"Welcome to my throne! My compatriot, challenger, greatest opponent, and my only friend in this era - the god of disaster!"

Artesio stood up slowly.

Like an old but powerful behemoth filled with oil and restarted.

The God of War rose from the throne for the first time since the battle of the "End Dragon" Hatirem nine thousand years ago.

If this scene is seen by the Flügel, I am afraid they will jump up in surprise.

But nothing wrong.