Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 935

Under the crimson sky covered by overcast clouds, all the Flügel returned to the battlefield through space jump except for the exhausted Jibril. Beautiful maidens with wings reoccupied the sky.

Not far away, the "cloud and mist vortex" wailed before death.

A green-haired horned Flügel drenched in his own blood rushed out of the cloud tornado. At the same time, she crushed the gleaming phantom species "Central Core" in her hand.

Azrael was worthy of her titles of "the first individual" and "the leader of the Flügel".

Even if it is a phantom species that lacks intelligence and is controlled, it is a remarkable thing for her to be able to fight alone as a Flügel.

"Sister Azrael!"

"I'm fine."

Azrael wiped away the blood on her face, and glanced at the tall dark blue Demon God below from the corner of her eyes.

"It turned out to be that god species... How is Xiaoji?"

"It's just exhaustion after exhaustion, and you'll be fine when you return to Avant Heim." The short-haired Flügel reported.

"It's fine."

Azrael breathed a sigh of relief.

Among the entire Flügel, the one who worries her the most is this youngest sister.

"Sister Azrael, what should we do now?" The Flügel asked cautiously: "The enemy has changed, should we continue to fight in formation?"

Azrael thought for a long time, then shook her head.

"It is a very critical situation now. The enemy has changed from the incomplete fantasy species to the intact god species. Let alone Xiaoji is exhausted, even if we still retain all our strength, our number is not enough to form a "combat force against the god species". How much strength do you have left? "

"Because the "Sky Strike" just now was not at full strength, and there are still about 70% left. "

"That's right... I don't even have ten percent here..."

Not even adding the commonly used "meow" at the end of the sentence, it can be seen how great the pressure on Azrael is to fight in the small fantasy world.

In other words, it is a miracle that she can retain 10% of her combat power now.

If it wasn't for the fact that the "Central Core" was right in front of her eyes, and the "Cloud and Mist Vortex" used the "Bad Fusion Realm" one step later, she would have completely melted into nothingness.

"Follow my orders!"

Azrael looked serious.

"Leave 30 people to face the gods with me, and the rest will bring Jibril back to Avant Heim, and report the "hunting" to Artosh-sama! "

"Sister Azrael!?"

"No! If you want to fight, stay with us! There is no reason for the "weapon" to escape from the battle by itself! "

"idiot!"

Azrael cursed angrily.

"Master Artosh never said that he would die if he knew he couldn't win! The so-called war is to rest and do our best to win. The current retreat is not defeat, but for the next victory!"

Learn from experience, discuss countermeasures, and then make a comeback to kill this god-species.

This has always been the Flügel's strategy when facing a powerful individual enemy.

As for the sisters who died in battle—while regaining victory, they also deserved to die.

"But, you..."

The Flügel were rarely indecisive.

This shows the high popularity of Azrael among the Flügel.

‘Ladies, did you forget an important link while discussing the countermeasures? '

A male voice sounded in the hearts of all the Flügel.

It's like a cat playing with a mouse.

'You haven't asked if I will allow you to leave. '

Without even a second, the Flügel carried out Azrael's order.

Wings who consciously stayed here, no longer stingy with their own strength, released "Sky Strike" at the same time as Azrael who was on the verge of exhaustion.

To the dark blue Demon God!

The cloud was torn apart, and the dark stars fell to the earth.

Its attack range is so wide that it also includes the elves behind Rope.

To this, the Demon God just opened its four slender arms.

'Here is a "dream", and here is an illusion! You struggle, you resist, it is all unrealistic! Indulge in dreams and forget about real existence! '

The gods passed a judgment on the Flügel's resistance and retreat.

Space is distorted.

The incomplete "Sky Strikes" of the Flügel disappeared from this world one by one.

At the same time, as if they had lost the support of the Elven Corridor, even those Flügel who had originally flown far away continued to fall towards the ground.

Everything is illusion, and everything is real.

After falling, Azrael weakly crawled out of the rock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

How can it be?

Is this the power of a newly born god species?

Compared with this one, the god-species that I conquered before... what exactly is it? !

'Go to sleep. '

Rope whispered softly.

'Dreams are cold and warm, as long as you go to sleep and come to my dream, everything will be fine...'

The Flügel fell down in pieces.

Breathing is normal, not death.