Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

These are just simple effects of the overflowing power of Arto.

The power of the Divine Essence swayed like a sun wheel, vague and uncertain.

The expanding multicolored light spiraled into the upper sky, turning the entire sky of the world into a vortex-like twist.

All creatures have fear at this moment.

——The pure fear of the weak to the tyrant.

Just as cognition is broken, a great reality emerges that cannot be conceived in words and thoughts.There was no other way to relieve that oppressed heart than muttering meaningless "God" in a low voice.

This power even shook the elf corridor.

It was born after the battle appeared on the earth, seven thousand years of war, nine thousand years of laziness, until the end of the war, the unparalleled light of the essence shined.

Artosh is not worthy of his "strongest" name!

Seeing those Flügels who were originally guarding the God of War being blown away, Ropey held his wrist, feeling the burning blood in his body, and grinned.

"A refreshing wind is blowing in my heart, Arto..."

The black and ominous aura filled with madness like fog.

Death, misfortune, oppression, slavery—

The essence of "disaster", which has the same nature as "war", is as hot as a dark flame, forming a protective barrier in front of Ropey, not only spreading out the stones that were blown away from the temple, but also changing the momentum of Artesu's tyrant. suppressed.

"The winner will have all the rights, I like this sentence! Your "strongest", the dominance of the world, will become the spoils of my next plunder! "

The figure of the black-haired youth kept changing and twisting, and his voice became illusory.

Four slender arms forked from the elbows, dark blue, red, and pale white like bones, the Faceless Demon God used his spiritual vision to lock the God of War in the center of the spiral beam of light.

Artosh pointed the golden spear at Rope, and laughed.

"I didn't read it wrong, my friend! Your aura proves that you have that qualification, and you will be the opponent that I, Artesius, respected the most since I was born, and yearned to defeat the most!"

He lowered the tip of the gun slightly.

"Let's find each other's true wishes from the fight... However, the real battle point is not here. In this land that has become a "trophy", you can't show it unscrupulously, right? "

"Ah. I thought so too."

The devil responded.

Not to mention the purpose of Rope, the two gods just radiated their momentum, and the fantasy species, Abant Heim, who was the carrier, let out bursts of lamentation.

Unlike Kainas and Orkan, the tragic situation where the space was distorted at this time, once the war really started, this land would be burned to ashes by the fire of the battle.

Moreover, what Artosh needed was an opponent who would fight without hesitation.

Rope and Arteo looked at each other, neither of them moved first.

But in a trance, at a moment when even the time was not sure, the two arrived at their battlefield at the same time.

- in the void.

Dark face, void chaos.

Behind the tyrant who exudes the power of irritable golden essence, the red moon hangs high, and the moon chants who may escape from the world stage are looking up at this greatness humbly and fearfully.

And standing on the other side, the dark and strange faceless demon god stepped on the world, cold and not like a real creature, like an ocean with an undercurrent, setting off a terrifying disaster that is destined to be irretrievable.

Artesio's smile gradually faded away.

Entering a state of battle, facing his opponent squarely, he is not arrogant because of his own strength, but is more serious than any existence.

The power of the gods created an inescapable space, and the spear of the god of war pointed directly at the dark blue devil.

The next moment, the God of War took the lead.

The extreme speed of lightning and flint, no, it may be faster than that, so extreme that even afterimages are not left behind.

The golden spear slashed through the void, domineeringly penetrating all obstacles including space, galloping like a train, and stabbing towards the faceless devil's head.

The blazing fire burns on it, but it is not an ordinary flame, but the violent embodiment of the incomparable spiritual power of the God of War.

Just like what Rope thought.

A straightforward and straightforward powerhouse like Artixu doesn't need any fancy moves or mysterious spells. He himself is synonymous with "powerful", and every move is a weapon even for the gods.

On the right arm of the Demon God, one hand is full of "disaster", and the other hand is gripping "royal power" tightly.

Two completely different forces, under Rope's strong coordination, mixed oil, and greeted them according to the gun of the tyrant.

Neither run away nor hide.

The Demon God, whose desire to fight has been ignited in his heart, must take this blow from the front!

A violent explosion like a supernova bloomed in the void.

The most basic sound waves even affected the atmosphere of the planet, opening a huge hole.

Indescribably colorful—

Amidst the flames of destruction, Artosh swung his spear in a selfless manner, fully interpreting the essence of the "God of War".

Each of his blows was comparable to the strength that once pierced the indestructible scales of the "Dragon of the End", but was resolved by the dark blue demon god one by one.