Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Arteo's left arm dissipated.

"From now on, you will lead the Flügel to move forward alone... Listen, the next step is my order. You are not allowed to have the slightest resentment against the God of Calamity. As weapons and servants, respect my friends, and from now on The "strongest" and "one and only God" of God are like facing me..."

Azrael's expression froze.

Not only the Flügel's eldest sister, even Jibril didn't expect the order of the Artesus.

She couldn't help looking at the black-haired youth, who just stared quietly at the light blue beam of light.

Is this what you call a "perfect future"...

Indeed, if there is an order from Artesius-sama, no matter how sad the sisters are, they will not make a destructive action like "suicide"...

"How come, you..."

"In the first instance, I don't recall that the Flügel would deny my order."

"……Yes."

Azrael lowered her wings.

"The "First Individual" Azrael, on behalf of all Flügels, obey your orders, and I, the only creator, Lord Artosh..."

At the end of the final explanation, Arto Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

With a disturbing voice, the essence of the God of War, which had already reached its limit, finally shattered.

Azrael wanted to rush to stop it, but how could she deny that the defeat of the gods was dissipated, and in the end she just threw herself in vain.

"If we meet again, I hope I can be your "challenger"...my only friend..."

Accompanied by the God of War's final sigh, it was the wailing of Azrael, the Flügel's eldest sister.

Rope closed his eyes while perceiving the power that originally belonged to the God of War, and blessed this respectable "fighter" who could no longer be pure.

Ten thousand years of struggle, thousand years of laziness, and after being satisfied, the once-strongest god of gods, "God of War" Artosh, left this world.

Instead, the new "strongest".

He is also recognized by the world as the god of disaster who is about to be crowned the "One God"!

Suddenly, the black-haired youth opened his eyes.

Even the Flügel couldn't see, from where the God of War was, a tiny fluorescent light floated up and plunged into the light blue beam in front of him.

The fluorescent light is almost invisible, but it still exudes a shallow concept of "war".

Fragments of the marrow—

After the gods are crushed, it is theoretically impossible to resurrect, but the special case of Fanlou shows that this rule is not absolute, and the power of Arto Xiu is so huge.

However, in order to revive the soul and regain consciousness of such a weak soul, I am afraid that it will take the time in units of "hundreds of millions" to calculate.

Rope didn't stop the action of the Divine Essence Fragment, although he could easily annihilate the remnants of the God of War.

"From the moment we meet, I always talk about "my friend" and "my friend"... Then I will also do something that fits my "friend" status..."

The black-haired youth had a smile on his lips.

"Don't be surprised when you wake up again after countless years, my friend... I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to stand in front of me..."

The era of war has officially ended at this moment.

Chapter [-] The Bright Cup of Stars

The light blue beam of light, the swan song of the elf corridor continues.

"Let's go back."

The god of disaster said so.

The targets were the Flügels whose cries gradually faded away.

"I don't ask you to immediately carry out the orders of Arto, and go back and deal with the internal affairs of the race. Just take responsibility for your race and adjust your mood. A new day will still come, and there will be no such thing as indulging in the past forever. result……"

"..."

Azrael gave Rope a deep look.

How should I put it, although there is still hatred in this look, it is more like a mixed feeling of "uneasiness" and "unwillingness" than when it flew over just now.

Art's order is valid.

Weapons do not disobey the orders of their creator.

Then, Azrael turned around and led the Flügels away.

Having lost the "God of War" Artosh, Avant Heim was not sure what the chaos would be like. As a racial leader, she had no time to waste time on grief.

- The Creator lets them live, then they must live!

Jibril was the last to leave.

She has the closest relationship with Rope, so she accepts the status quo most easily.

The girl with long hair in the spectral color folded her wings slightly and said with a bow.