Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Of course I'm still alive," Rope said.

"Is it disappointing you? Artois."

"Ha ha……"

The God of War smiled weakly.

"How can I be disappointed, such a hearty battle made me emotional for a long time... I feel nervous, go to fight all the battles, even if you lose, there is nothing to complain about."

Artesio stretched out his only left hand, looking towards the sky as if he wanted to grab something.

Obviously he can't see anything.

"I understand, at that time "Dragon" Hatirem's mood... This is the "weak", this is the "weak".Why am I only now able to have such a realization?Isn't the gods born with everything... it's so unfair..."

"Injustice is sometimes a kind of fairness."

Rope picked up a piece of gravel and tossed it up and down in his hand.

"Is the power of you and me fair to those lower-ranked species?"

"Indeed...haha..."

Artosh's voice was a little weaker.

"My friend...you and I have only met for ten minutes, and a battle with all our strength...but I feel from the bottom of my heart that we have known each other for a long time...as the "strongest" It must have been waiting for the existence that defeated him at the beginning of its birth... It is really great to have a friend like you..."

"No regrets, right? Artho."

"No, totally...satisfied..."

Artesio laughed.

"The "One God" from now on...the "strongest" seat will be handed over to you.Be careful, the throne will be unexpectedly heavy, don't be defeated by "boring"... or I won't forgive you, my friend..."

"Ah."

Rope looked upward, and a few Flügel stumbled in the distance, and even if there was no elf corridor, they flew over with their own wings.

The Killing Angels sensed the impending death of their Creator.

Therefore, regardless of the danger of the collapse of the world, we have to rush to the scene.

Even if they have no power, the only way to meet the god of disaster is to die, and they still want to meet the creator they believe in.

"Your "daughters" are here. "

Rope said.

"Finally, put down your figure and go talk to them, or they will definitely leave with you."

"Weapons...are weapons after all...not worth caring about..."

Artesio was silent and said again.

"Forget it... The chicks are going to spread their wings and fly, they will get through the difficulties... My feathers will be handed over to you from now on."

Rope nodded.

"As I promised Jibril, there is a place for the Flügel in the perfect future."

"Is it……"

In less than a moment, the Flügel girls landed here.

The first was Azrael. She rolled and crawled on the ground as if she had failed to land too hard. She was indescribably funny.

But no one laughed at her.

Her father, her creator, lay there.

"Lord Artosh!"

Azrael knelt down beside the God of War in fear.

"You...how can...you are the strongest tyrant, how can...you must be lying to me, right?"

Jibril then landed with a few Flügel sisters, she looked at Artosh with a complicated expression, and then turned her eyes to the silent Rope.

"It's your victory, Lord Rope..." she sighed.

The black-haired youth shrugged and didn't answer.

"You've always been so noisy, the first individual..."

"Yes, I'm sorry, my Lord God, it's my responsibility. If I don't take the initiative, if I can stay by your side..."

"Quiet."

Under Art's order, the Flügel's eldest sister immediately fell silent, not daring to let out the air.

"This fight...is what I've been longing for. Even if it fails, it's my joy. Are your crying questioning my expectations?"

Azrael sniffed childishly.

"No, dare not..."

"Um……"