Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 918

Azrael's footsteps became lighter and lighter, as if she was afraid of disturbing the existence on the throne.

Finally, she stopped and knelt at the throne step.

""The last individual"... It seems that you didn't come to report the results of the battle to me today? "

A proud voice echoed in the hall.

On the throne was a man with brilliant golden eyes, a huge body, as strong as a rock.

He himself seems to be explaining the simple concept of "powerful", even if he is just sitting on a throne made of ordinary stone, he has a feeling of "this is how the ruler of the world should be".

The strongest god species, the strongest existence.

——"God of War" Artosh!

"Yes, my Lord God."

Azrael drooped her wings slightly, expressing her supreme respect to the Creator.

"When I passed by a certain elf fringe fortress and killed them, I heard some interesting news."

"That is to say, after your judgment, is this news worth letting me listen to?"

"yes."

Artosh nodded, showing a happy smile.

"It can make my wings not come to meet for the "war results", this is a strange scene that has not been seen in thousands of years. Then tell me all about it. "

Azrael raised her head slightly, staring at the God of War on the throne.

"From the mouths of those elves, near the plain forest located in the center of the continent, there are signs of the appearance of "deity species". After my detailed investigation, those elves didn't lie, they were indeed traces of "Gods". "

"Ah……"

Hearing this news that should have been surprising by common sense, Artosh didn't even change his posture, and still supported his cheek with his right hand.

"Kaynas? Okan? Ilves?... Oh, I killed Ilves a long time ago... So, those two idiots who dared to claim the name of "God" in front of me which one? "

"Not Cainas and Okan."

That's why Azrael is so cautious.

That power is obviously not what the "God of Nature" and "God of Forging" can manifest.

It is very close to the nature of her master, and has an unsettling distorted and chaotic taste. When Azrael tried to investigate deeply, it actually caused a subtle erosion of her essence.

Because the erosion reaction was too weak, the Flügel eliminated it in an instant.

But the unheard-of and unbelievable fact that "the remnant power of the god species can corrode the Flügel species" made Azrael alert and came to inform her creator.

"According to my humble opinion, my main god, I am afraid that a new kind of god was born in this world after activating the marrow."

"New... god species..."

As if unfamiliar with the words in Azrael's mouth, God of War repeated it.

Then, he took his hand away from the side of his face.

"It's been a long, long time since I heard the news... Now that the war has evolved to the end, is there still a "God Species" born in this world..."

"My lord god, please give us an order based on this news. A newborn god, your feathers are willing to reproduce the brilliance of thousands of years ago, and penetrate its essence for you..."

Among all the races in the present world, only the Flügel has truly killed the Deity Species.

And in that terrifying battle, it was Azrael and another Flügel named Raphael who personally penetrated the spirit essence of that Deity species.

Artosh ignored Azrael's plea and asked irrelevant questions instead.

"I ask you, is it strong enough?"

"... I don't know."

Azrael fell into regret for not being able to answer the Lord God.

But she immediately tried to make amends.

"But I feel that no matter what the nature of the power of the Deity species is, it is absolutely impossible to be with you, Mr. Artoxiu..."

Her words stopped.

Artosh waved his hand to stop Azrael's flattery. The originally cheerful expression returned to calm, and the boredom in the depths of the golden pupils emerged.

"Thank you, my feather. I already know your news. This matter is the same as the way I treated Okan and Cainas. Put it on hold. You can step back."

"……yes."

The meeting ended like this.

At the moment when Artosh changed her mood, Azrael thought that the Creator would stand up from the throne, lead his feathers again, and achieve a glorious war like a long time ago, which made her blood boil with excitement.

but no.

The master is still sitting on the throne, maintaining a posture that has not moved for thousands of years.

"Alas... Master Artosh still refuses to leave between the thrones..."

Sighing, Azrael flew out of the Temple of the God of War listlessly.

She didn't try to figure out the way of thinking of the God of War, because in Azrael's view, all the actions of the lord have his own reasons, and the Flügel as "weapons" only need to obey orders and kill the lord's enemies. up.

During the flight, Azrael's eyes with excellent eyesight caught a figure.

A Flügel with long spectral-colored hair and cross-patterned amber eyes.

"Hey hey..."

Azrael chuckled maliciously.

Then, aiming, the eldest sister of the Flügel rushed towards that beautiful shadow like a cannonball.

"Xiaoji! Sister, it's been so hard to go out this time! Hurry up and use your cute wings to warm my heart~~~"

And what responded to Azrael was the shrunken version of the dark elf torrent that the Flügel girl turned and threw without hesitation.

The ultimate move of the Flügel - "Sky Strike"

It seems that Avant Heim is still very peaceful today...