Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Because the challenger under the throne is Rope, one of the strongest gods on earth, the god of disaster.

"I've never felt the flow of time so slowly in a hundred years."

Artesio sighed.

"I'm watching your every achievement, every victory is igniting the silent blood in my heart. I've waited too long, the "strongest" that I can't understand is meaningless, and now, I will get from you That coveted answer! "

Rope looked at Arto Xiu quietly, and said after a while.

"Kainas is, Orkan is, Fanlou is, and Tetto is also. In addition to what I have seen and heard now, the gods are indeed poor fellows bound by the "spirit". "

"Don't feel sorry, that's who we are."

Artesio said.

"Every life has meaning in it, my 'fight', your 'disaster', the authority and strength that the world has given us, there is no escape. "

"It's your inescapable, and I've already devoured that essence."

Artesio's eyes widened and he let out a deafening laugh.

"Very good!"

He didn't ask why, didn't ask whether it was true or not, he just laughed happily.

"This is worthy of fighting against me and trying to take away the majesty of the gods who are the strongest throne!"

Very rare.

The two gods who were supposed to be at each other's throats, their conversation was unexpectedly harmonious.

Rope didn't mention it for now, but Artoius was really looking at the God of Calamity as a "friend".This is not a lie, the God of War's thinking is so strange.

"The first meeting is also the last."

Artesio said.

"The 'Star Cup' allows our gods to fight and gather with each other.Although I don't quite understand what makes an empty world domination attractive, the process is interesting enough. If it weren't for it, you and I wouldn't be standing on the stage of a duel like this... Do you have nothing to say to me?After the battle, there may not be such a smooth conversation time. "

"The Flügel."

"Ok?"

Artois frowned, seemingly puzzled.

"At this time, why bring up those feathers that were created?"

"I made a promise with one of your many "daughters" to give her the perfect future she wants. "

Rope said slightly coldly.

"I am well aware of the Flügel's beliefs in you. If you lose, it is not surprising that they will choose to commit suicide, which will violate my promise. Before the battle, Artosh, I want you to order your feathers, even if it is your defeat. It must also be premised on preserving one’s own life.”

This is not an exaggeration.

In the original book, the Ex-Machinas tried their best to strip away the spirit of the weak Artesius, and thousands of Flügel chose to self-destruct because of confusion.

They are the vanguards of slaughter, the weapons of the god of war.

Without the God of War, rather than slowly rusting, it would be better to die.

At that time, if Azrael hadn't had the heart to see the deaths of her sisters and set up false goals, I'm afraid the Flügel who brought fear and shadows would have been exterminated under such ridiculous reasons.

"Hum...hahaha..."

For some reason, Artosh laughed again.

This time with a sigh of relief.

He shook his head.

"God of catastrophe, my friend. You are really interesting. Now that you are about to fight with me, you are thinking about the survival of the Flügel, the race of your enemy's weapon..."

"What's your answer?"

"can!"

Arthei is very straightforward.

"I don't want to see feathers withering out of thin air, but... it's too early to set my "defeat" as a given fact, right? "

The rock-like body was covered with a layer of armor.

The God of War made a move with his right hand, and a long spear with golden rays was grasped in his hand.

He once held this gun and penetrated the strongest dragon spirit born from the corpse of the god species.The burning earth has even altered the planet's landscape, creating a spectacle of roaring cracks.

In an instant, the fierce wind pressure was everywhere.

The ancient temple did not hold on for even a moment, and collapsed before the slightly bursting spiritual power of Artesio, blowing away.

The sun shines on the earth, and the sky above is the vast sky.

"Let the most primitive truth decide - the winner will have all the rights!"

Chapter [-]: The Devil God Who Distorts Everything, the God of Destruction Who Destroys Everything

Ferocious wind, mighty wind.