Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"When I go back, I must blur my senses, Azalea, do you know how hard it is to teach the gangsters to play poker? It's more troublesome than me developing a big secret technique by myself..."

While chatting, Rope casually took a newspaper from the newsboy.

Although the newsboy wondered why the blind man who was talking to himself bought a newspaper, he could honestly keep any doubts in his mouth because of the little golden bean in his palm.

——Speaking less and doing more is the main theme of this era.

'Ape, I've heard your complaints no less than thirty times. 'Azalea was speechless. 'The empty ghosts themselves are extremely chaotic races, you actually want to play poker with you... If it wasn't for your personality to suppress them, the empty ghosts would have disappeared long ago. '

"Even thirty times you haven't heard what I'm trying to say, my dear."

He opened his eyes slightly.

"I just want to say that this unpleasant experience, I will doubly apply it to the bastard who made me go on a "long journey", so that it has no chance to regret it! "

After achieving the "Appearance of the Old God", the originally pure sapphire-like pupils underwent a fundamental change. Black occupied the position of the whites of the eyes, and the pupil in the center became a reptile-like hexagonal shape, full of evil energy.

The ground that was watched by the demigod "with his own eyes" began to corrupt and deform in just a moment, and began to grow evil things that did not exist in this world.

Controlling his anger, Rope closed his eyes again and took a deep breath of the earthy smell in the air.

"Well...I can smell it..." he said in a low voice.

"In this city, the smell of the soul is full of huge order and death... No, hehe, just like his master, the inside of that guy has been completely corrupted, and all is madness and hatred eroded by "chaos"... The abilities of His Highness "Dragon King of Soul Eater" Berkrug are really convenient, being blinded by secret arts and powers, forgetting to dig out a substitute is really a shame for the gift of your highnesses..."

'...tsk. '

Azalea let out a dissatisfied voice.

'I had long expected that those guys wouldn't be so honest to transform you into a substitute, but I didn't expect everyone to participate...and Nyarlathotep's "chaos" divinity, I remember them all !When the time comes, none of the principal and accomplice will want to run away! '

"Uh... don't be angry, this is a great thing for me."

'Not to me! '

Azalea said sourly.

In the grand ceremony of "Old God's Appearance", Rope absorbed his stand-in, and not only possessed the ability of crazy hell, but also fully inherited the transformation of the depths of the stand-in by those evil gods during the "banquet".

Coupled with the "chaotic" divinity that finally broke out in full force, in less than a year of being crowned a demigod, his ascension speed can be said to be flying upwards on a rocket. It is almost comparable to those old demigods in the multiverse.

"Speaking of Azalea, I always feel that there is something in my White Gospel, but after repeated investigations, I found nothing unusual..."

Rope frowned.

"Is it my illusion?"

The only thing that is a little bit subtle about this big ceremony and the absorption of the doubles is that the situation inside Rope's "White Gospel" makes him a little strange.

It's like eating something that doesn't belong to you.

But neither soul perception nor mental power exploration are abnormal, just like an illusion.

'How do I know... Maybe Ape has just been officially incorporated into the operation, a little unaccustomed to it? ' Azalea said uncertainly.

'In the future, I will find a time to go in and see it with my own eyes, and everything will be clear. '

"Too."

It really wasn't something he cared about.

Just like the gods in the clouds don't care about the ants under their feet, this kind of subtle anomaly in the space, except for Rope's obsessive-compulsive disorder that cares too much about himself, few existences can notice it.

After finishing the conversation, the black-haired youth took the newspaper in one hand and started again.

The city is full of the smell of priests of death, especially in several places.

But this time, Rope couldn't use his own strength to roll straight A as usual.

As a veteran demigod of the same character, who has lived for many years, the true lair of the Priest of Death must be dangerous even for him now.

Not only that, but Rope's most important purpose is to prevent the coming of the "Lord of Death" Azakaron, and the ritual at the cost of the life of a demigod must also be understood. If the Priest of Death is killed, the ritual is still successful. If it is activated, then he has undoubtedly done useless work.

Of course, it's not all clueless.

Rope's mouth twitched slightly as his thoughts synchronised with the headline that swept his gaze to the corner of the newspaper.

"Sure enough, it still has to start with you, my future friend... no, or a certain Iss..."

"Professor Wingate's bizarre amnesia? Reveal the academy cursed by the devil!"

Note 1:

Miskatonic University is a fictional university in Rock's orthodox Cthulhu mythology, and it seems that there are many powerful investigators.And I heard that the library of this university can always find any forbidden books, including the Necronomicon, the Lalei text, the ghoul ritual, the secret of the worm, the book of Ebon, the book of Dekian...

I have no idea, I just think the principal of this school is really awesome.

Chapter [-] The Surprise of the Great Race of Yith

Compared with other famous American cities of this era, Haverhill’s area is not large at all, after all, its resident population is only between [-] and [-].

Simple and differentiated urban areas, office buildings, commercial streets, spacious avenues linking farms and factories in the suburbs, and small groups of single-family villas densely lined up around the urban area make up the entirety of this industrial city.Even if you are a newcomer, as long as you understand English, there is no possibility of getting lost.

Rope could clearly "smell" the impurity of the ancient taste of the Yis.

This great Buddhist race that can travel through time independently is not keen on power and killing, but is only interested in the knowledge of other races. After countless exchanges, the messy soul has become the iconic symbol of the Yis.

They love it.