Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

'But, but. '

When Azalea heard Rope belittle herself like this, her voice became anxious.

'Don't be in a hurry, you have a substitute, and the White Gospel should be able to solve Azazel... Let's complete the task slowly, and I'll strengthen it for you.There is also a more advanced Cthulhu secret technique, you can also ask for it from the evil gods, and if you can't do it, I...'

Azalea lost her voice.

It's not that she doesn't want to say it, but the restrictions of the rules forcibly eliminate her voice in Rope's mind, prohibiting her from telling the host's news.

If possible, Azalea really wants to shred the rules set by the ancient gods that reveal hypocrisy and cunning everywhere.

- but she couldn't.

Azalea's is incomplete. All her power is stored in the "chaotic side". Now she is just a rational soul. Just talking needs to rely on the power of the system, let alone do some Other little moves.

Therefore, she could only watch Rope's willful actions, but she was powerless.

Feeling the concern in Azalea's words, Rope's face softened a little, and he smiled calmly and comforted.

"Don't worry, I don't have the habit of committing suicide, I will control the amount of injection... uh!"

After he finished speaking, he was gushing blood again.

'Hope your sanity can guarantee your life. ' Azalea said sadly.

No matter how strong the physique of the Nephilim is, the direct injection of death has caused irreversible damage to Ropey's body. Until these toxins are removed, his body will always be in a weak stage.

But at the same time, in the blood, just as Rope said, a trace of black thin line is circulating along the blood vessels all over the body.

Life and death, silence and vitality.

The two absolutely incompatible things reached a new cycle in Rope's body. Although the sign of annihilation is very weak, it is enough to prove that Rope has opened a new door for himself by virtue of his own strength.

Of course, Rope, who was concentrating on forging swords, didn't know these things.

He used magic to cut off his sense of pain, held the Sword of Word Spirit, which was covered in blood and turned from gold into blood, and threw it into the sky, and then issued the command to attack.

"—Through him, the blade of light and blood, one hundred, hundreds of thousands, this is the blood blade of a thousand, run through my strong enemy Azazel! Send him back to the coldest depths of hell here!"

The blood-stained Word Spirit Sword began to split in the sky, just like it did against Marquis Vauban at that time, it became a branch of the Word Spirit Sword that was dissatisfied with the sky and looked like a star.

red stars.

Just by looking at it, you can see how dangerous those blades are.The breath of death wrapped around it was so cold that the air began to freeze, and white snowflakes fell.

Luo Pei moved his fingers slightly, plucked the bowstring-like blood-colored Sword of Word Spirit, turned into scarlet brilliance, and stabbed Azazel in the black mist.

boom!

When the blade touched the black mist, the explosion occurred.

Azazel's magic power was annihilated by the death attached to the Sword of Word Spirit, and bit by bit, the huge number overwhelmed his defenses, and his demonic figure was gradually revealed.

Then tear open the scales and let the blood of death seep in.

"Roar!"

Azazel, whose vitality had been eroded, let out a painful roar, and the hands that were originally raised seemed to be unable to support, and slowly wilted.

"...Gold...Death, apart from Raphael, am I going to be defeated by Michael again..."

Kneeling on the ground, the fourteen-faced monster muttered to himself, and his expression became more and more crazy.

The hands that had already fallen were forcibly stopped and pulled down, the palms seemed to squeeze something, and black gravity ripples spread outward.

Azazel trembled all over, shattering the blood blade that had been inserted into his body, and roared at Rope.

"Never! Son of a bitch! Azazel can't end like this!! Only when God throws me into the lake of fire and frees me from my sins is the only ending to defeat!"

Boundless power, a body that remains alive even if it is eroded by the death water of Basatan—

Azazel faced the terrifying rain of swords and straightened his back again.

Perhaps the power has been dispersed almost, Azazel stabbed his hands into the ground, and the dark ripples changed from spreading to the sky to stepping into the depths of the earth.

"O Earth, the time of extinction has come! I order you in the will of the planet, and I order you in the name of Azazel! Disintegrate here!"

Azazel used the long-saved moves, and the sword rain continued to pierce his skin, deepening the influence of "death", but it did not reduce the madness of this hell monarch.

This is his mission, the meaning of his existence.

"Completely remove the moving wasteland and sea" - the power of plate drift, tearing the earth!

'It's coming, get ready to give him the fatal blow. '

Azalea said solemnly. 'Don't get caught up in his power, and then see the timing, his current body is supported by the plundering earth spirit energy, as long as you pierce the main sword into his chest, the battle will be over.Like a chain bomb of death, it exploded in his body, and even if God came, it would be impossible to save him. '

"learn!"

Ropey looked serious, withdrew the blood-red main sword in the sky, and held its handle tightly.

An instant, like an eternity.

"Darkness" came.

With Azazel as the center, the dark rays of light began to flourish, spreading to the surrounding [-] degrees without dead ends.The Sword Territory affected by the black light, whether it was the sky or the earth, or the branches of the Sword of Words, disappeared without a trace as if they were erased with an eraser.

The final blow of the Angel of Despair!