The Endless Shuttle

"Does Azriel think we can win?"

"certainly!"

Azriel raised her chest and said without hesitation.

"Master Arthus is the strongest! All obstacles, all challenges are his side show to get joy! The word failure does not exist in Master Arthus' dictionary!"

"……Is it."

Jibril turned her head and glanced at the temple on the top of the cloud.

She suddenly discovered something she had forgotten subconsciously.

How many years has the temple existed?

A thousand years? Three thousand years? Nine thousand years? Or did the skywing species stand there before it was born?

--ancient.

For the most useless words for the longevity species, Jibril felt it in her heart for the first time.

And in that ancient building, the spirit seed, who does not move, fight, and is not happy, her creator, what kind of mood did she spend the long years with?

Perhaps because of this, the Great Artisan would expect the God of Disaster to step into his temple as a arrogant challenger...

Jibril thought.

"Senior Azriel."

"Huh?" Azriel turned his head.

"Before you left the temple, what kind of expression did Master Artesiu look like?"

The eldest sister of the Tianyi species was taken aback, and replied uncertainly.

"Probably, are you laughing?"

Then Azriel added details as if slowly recalling.

"It's like when we have a goal worth hunting, and we are in a group to discuss who the first class will go to, the happiest smile is indescribable."

"Sure enough..."

"Xiao Ji, why are you asking this?"

Jibril stretched, got up from the high platform, his expression returned to his usual laughter.

"Since our creator is so happy, it would be too inappropriate for me to cry with a face. Senior Azriel, let us usher in the glory that belongs to the Tianyi in the pleasure!"

"Um!"

Azriel's eyes shone with brilliance.

"Xiao Ji, does this mean that you have accepted your sister's love?"

"Shut up, shit."

Jibril did not change his smile and said cruel words.

Azriel was not injured, but laughed with her younger sister.

"Sister like you don't worry."

She floated, waving her white wings.

"I'm going to patrol the west. Both Nightmare and Fantasy species have the ability to move in space. In order to prevent sudden attacks from being caught off guard, from now on, communication magic must be activated at any time?"

"I think it's impossible for the God of Disaster to engage in such small actions."

"Why?"

"intuition."

I can’t say that I have communicated very deeply with the **** of disaster...

The sky-winged girl directly moved out if it made people unable to continue.

Azriel looked at Jibril silently, shook her head, the halo was shining, and he was ready to move directly to the goal.

But at this moment, an eager female voice interrupted Azriel's action.

"To the southeast, the enemy has reached the visual range!"

"Southeast..."

The information of communication magic caused Azriel's space movement spell to be cancelled instantly.

When the teleportation location was changed, the eldest sister of the Skywing species immediately came to the notified position.

The killing angels of the large army have gathered here long ago.

Standing on the edge of Abant Heim, below the sky, the elf-enhanced eye pupils of the Skywing species crossed the distance limit, and saw the true identity of the enemy.

"how come……"

Azriel murmured gaffefully.

The sight in front of her was far beyond her expectations of this war.

Jibril, who came afterwards, also saw the "enemy" and whispered to herself with a smile.

"It's really the style of the Lord of Disaster..."

In the distance, two inconspicuous beings moved slowly.

In the sky is a suffocating girl sitting on the ink fountain.

She is holding a writing brush in her left hand, and a fox mask in her right hand. On her side, there are five square bodies shining with light blue light.

On the ground, a black-haired and blue-eyed youth was wearing a black light suit, with a Ruowu smile on the corner of his mouth, and an unknown black gas entwined all over his body.

Walk like a **** of death.

The spirit species-"The God of Doubt" Fanlou.

Spirit of God-"God of Disaster" Rope.

"Unexpectedly, without any army, only two gods and spirits came..."