Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

No one likes to die, no one wants to live.

This "wish" turned into the purest power, and was accepted by Fanlou, whose essence was "please hope", to fill the overdraft that slowly filled her.

At this time, the two gods who were the protagonists of the battle had already lost their physical form in the colliding light.

Rope's soul is protected by divinity and time, and is safe and sound except for the weakness of excessive consumption of divine power.

But the essence of Artesius is like broken glass, full of cracks.

——The power of "God Strike" was weakened.

Like a sign of Revelation.

The world will begin a new chapter after the final battle between the two gods.

Even using "God Strike"... can't defeat you...

Losing the ability to speak, the God of War's spirit pondered for a moment.

He still has a little power left, maybe at the moment when the God of Disaster is entangled by the "God Strike", he retreats, and if he recovers slowly, he will usher in its heyday...

But, is this what God of War wants?

negative!

The god of war, born from the battle, naturally must reflect that unparalleled brilliance in the battle!

The spiritual marrow was like a burnt out candle, and it burst into an amazing momentum again.

In the light, Artosh's almost fragmented figure gradually solidified, holding the half-broken spear in his hand, showing a last frantic smile.

"Look at me! My friend! This is the end of Artesio, and you will be the strongest if you survive! The only world ruler!"

"as you wish!"

The light of "God Strike" dissipated, and the black-haired youth restructured his upper body.

He also laughed wildly, holding the shrunken "Sword of Dispute" in his hand, and his scarlet aura was immeasurably high.

Artosh used himself as a furnace, galloping in the void, like a comet hitting the earth, stabbing the broken spear at the god of disaster.

The black-haired youth greeted the "Sword of Dispute".

--Ding.

The sour sound of the steel impact resounded throughout the universe.

After a moment of stagnation, and finally not even a microsecond, the two gods flew towards the earth of the world under the action of pure "force".

After stabbing a hole in the protective barrier of the sail tower.

The planet was penetrated.

The elf corridor was finally torn apart by violence, lifted its mysterious and mysterious veil, and revealed the end of the end to the world.

Chapter [-] The "Only God" who is about to be crowned

The earth was crumbling, and the rocks floated upward as the power of the Elven Corridor erupted.

All creatures that rely on the Elf Corridor lose their innate power at this moment and become pure, relative to ordinary creatures.

They stared blankly at the light blue beam of light linking the sky in the sky.

who won?What will the world be like?

It is impossible to know that the banquet of the gods is over, and they can't imagine where the rivers of the times will flow.

The edge of the central point where the planet was penetrated, the victor of the battle propped up his tattered body.

Rope shook the dust off his head and looked up at the splendid sight.

"Is it still going to be this way in the end..."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

The original plan was to kill the gods until there was only one left, and the winner would be automatically determined, holding up the "star cup" at the end of the fairy corridor.

But Artosh's power was beyond the black-haired youth's imagination.

After using "God Strike", there is still enough power to take him from the void to the ground, allowing the planet to be penetrated.

"So, how did the Ex-Machina strip away the "spirit" of such a god of war... Are those machines really that strong..."

Unsolved mysteries through the ages.

Rope doesn't think about this boring thing.

He simply sat on the rock next to him, watching the destruction of the world and the upcoming "Star Cup".

"God of Disaster... Are you still alive..."

The subtle voice drew Rope's attention back from the light blue beam.

He tilted his head and looked at Artois lying in the distance.

Using the last strength to fight to the death, the God of War after the broken spirit is just an empty shell.

His eyes could not be seen, his right arm was broken at the root, and a huge cavity appeared in his chest, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind, Artoius lost his "strongest" that lasted for thousands of years, and fell there sadly.