The Endless Shuttle

"what……"

Jibril made a monosyllable perfunctory statement.

She understands every word of those words, but why can't she understand them together?

It's no wonder that the girl is ignorant, but the personality of the Tianyi species makes her less interested in "games", which are purely entertaining things.

Within the Tianyi species, the closest thing to this word is "hunting."

"By the way, is Miss Jibril busy now?"

"Skywing species has always been idle..." Jibril murmured a little dissatisfiedly: "After you kill the **** spirit species playing with fire, we will be even more idle..."

"In that case, do you want to try my "game"? "

Rope handed the shining sphere to Jibril and said with a smile.

"You are very lucky. This great innovation, you will be the first to experience its existence."

"Will I be kept in your dreams like a specimen? Or do you mean that as long as I touch this thing, it will fall apart like a rag? Or do you intend to use it to do "innovative" experimental questions? ……Kidding. "

Jibril tilted his head.

"You are a god, and I have no right to refuse based on strength alone. It's just that, Lord of Disaster, can you allow me to ask you a question like the last time I answered my doubts?"

"Can."

"As long as intellectual creatures know this world, the battle between you and Master Artesh is in sight."

Jibril stared at the smiling dark-haired youth.

"Why can you do things that have nothing to do with battle preparations here so easily?"

Don't understand.

Her creator, the **** of war, is the strongest kind of god.

There is no doubt about this.

Logically speaking, Rope, who was regarded as his opponent by Artesius, should also value his enemies as Arthus did.

But Rope didn't. Instead, he was relaxing like a wild trip, making "games" in the cozy woods.

"Ready to fight? I'm ready for that kind of thing at any time."

The black-haired youth smiled and pointed to his chest.

"My vision for the future does not conflict with my preparations for battle. Even if Arthus appears in front of me now, he will definitely be able to fight him in the strongest posture. In addition, I am not Arthus’ "Fateful Enemy". "Why do I have to let his figure occupy all of me? "

Rope's statement left Jibril speechless.

A sense of self-confidence, a high spirit of fighting, and even going beyond the peak of God of War to look forward to the minutiae of the future, these are not what she can do.

Sure enough, it was only natural that he was ignored by Master Artesh... Jibril thought bitterly.

Maybe this is the kind of god.

Putting aside these things that had already been answered, the girl got up from the ground and moved her body like she was stretching her waist.

"Well, the question is over. Just like you, I am now ready for any tricks you have. It's time to pay for my unlucky luck."

"Don't make it seem like I'm going to do terrible things to you, it's just a "game"..."

Rope shook his head, letting the brilliant sphere slowly fly into the air.

The virtual light flooded the skywing species and the **** spirit species.

The feeling of weightlessness occupied Jibril's mind.

In the weird shuttle, the girl saw a lot of ominous things.

The priest who chops something with one knife and one knife. A blood-thirsty beast that roars up to the sky. The blonde woman sitting with her head down on the clock tower. A terrifying existence lying on top of the idol, surrounded by flames...

Unheard of novel creatures, like a new world, opened in Jibril's eyes.

Then came total darkness.

Cold and shaking, when Jibril regained consciousness, she felt cold and powerless in surprise.

Tianyi feels cold?

...This is ridiculous.

Looking at the surrounding environment, except for the darkness and the gloomy light overhead, it is just an ordinary mortal world.

The girl wanted to move her body, but found that her limbs were firmly tied to a weird chair bed, and she couldn't break free with brute force as usual.

At this point, Jibril finally knew the source of powerlessness.

She was taken away from the power of the Skywing.

Click, click.

With a disturbing voice, a black-haired young man in a white coat appeared in Jibril's sight.

For some reason, Jibril felt relieved to see the appearance of the God of Calamity, who was clearly an enemy.

After losing power, this environment and atmosphere put a lot of pressure on the girl.

"Since you are the first player, as a benefit, let me personally serve as the interpreter and NPC for you. By the way, check if there are any loopholes in this world that need to be filled..."

The black-haired young man took something out of his pocket.

Sharp needle tip, tubular transparent glass.

"I wish you a good time, Jibril."

Didn’t you say you did terrible things to me? ! !

With the needle injection, Jibril lost consciousness for the second time.

Chapter 92 Death and Rebirth, the Crucifixion of the Skywing Girl

Dilapidated wooden floors, old houses, dust everywhere.

There are fragments of glass jars on the shelf, and it may be too long to let people see what is stored inside.

There was an uncomfortable stale smell in the air, and even a faint smell of blood mixed in it.