Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"The "death" that extracted the world was forcibly locked in his body, and when the time was right, he released it in the form of the most painful "full self-destruction", and used it as the "anchor point" to receive Azakaron... plus The chaotic nature of this world is indeed the most appropriate way to "let death come". "

"Death" exists in every world.They are immortal and most abstract forces, inexpressible and omnipresent, functioning as the rules for the normal birth and death of all things.

Once this constant force withers under the interference of some great existence, the reincarnation will be destroyed, the quality will increase infinitely, and the world without the digestive system will shatter like a swelled water ball.

It's hard to imagine that this was the method thought up by a believer of an ancient god of order who hated chaos so much.

But then again.

The priest of death has been crazy to the point where he doesn't even care about his own life. How can this kind of destroying the foundation of a world make it ripple?

Anyway, as long as Azakaron comes, this world is destined to become the food of the "Lord of Death".

'This may be the so-called "the most terrible reason is infinitely close to madness"? '

Azalea said with a sigh.

'It loves its god, believes in its god, and can give everything for Azakaron, including trampling on the creed that used to be everything...'

"Seeing this end, I think those interstellar priests who cherish their lives are cute."

Rope sneered.

"If a certain old ruler appears silent, except for its mad believers, other interstellar priests will definitely pat their butts and run to re-believe in another evil god..."

'Well, chaos is like that.We don't particularly care about faith, just food.There is also no obsessive-compulsive disorder of the ancient gods who promote their own ideas of order. Everyone is very casual about this. '

"Hey... This is the main reason why you lost to the ancient gods. Internal cannibalism and many conflicts. Except for the servant races created by the subordinates, they are all scattered. It is strange that you can win..."

'Shut up!Ape, you should think about how to solve this ritual. '

Azalea said angrily.

Rope shook his head and put his palm on the side rock wall.

This is in the suburban mountains of Haverhill, the closest location to the leylines.

The divine power erupted, and under the control of the demigods, it was carefully crafted into a magnificent divine art, which continued to extend downwards, capturing the inscrutable leylines, and more deeply perceiving the "death" flowing in it.

It's just a leak of a little power, and the mountain that Rope built has a tendency to be corrupted and rotten and transformed into "chaos".

Just the use of a small probing magic technique is enough to cause such a vision, and the dangers of the evil demigods can be seen at a glance.

They are not the kind of "macho" powerhouses who wield their powers, level one and level another all day long, dismantle continental plates at every turn, and explode stars—even though these evil gods can easily do it.

Evil gods are demigods, no, all the powers of Cthulhu must be closer to the "source". The operation of soul, rules, and essence is like a lingering, poisonous form of power that is harmful to all existence. .

This is also why the Cthulhu-type guys are so dangerous in the multiverse.

There are many powerhouses who can explode stars like crucian carp crossing the river, but those who can corrupt a powerful civilization and turn it into another kind of hateful thing are only those chaotic villains.

"no……"

Withdrawing the little magic, Rope sighed.

"Like the roots of tiny trees, there are too many "passages" erected, and reverse disintegration is impossible... I suspect that not only this city, but the entire North American continent has been transformed into a "ceremonial place" by the priest of death. "

'Where's the source? '

"Same as Yi Si's information, the source of the ceremony is in the back space of Haverhill, but..."

Ropey turned his eyes to the distance, overlooking this relatively young industrial city.

To be precise, it is Miskatonic University on the edge of the city.

"The back space has been included in the "Death Lord"'s Divine Kingdom "Corruption Realm"... That guy called over the fragments of his Lord's Divine Kingdom. "

Rushing into the realm of an enemy's kingdom of God is no different from courting death.

Not to mention that there may be a powerful enemy priest of death, just the instinctive rejection of a divine kingdom that has existed since ancient times, will be enough for Rope to drink a pot.

——He is only a demigod, not a god who truly stuns the starry sky.

'It's troublesome...it's the kingdom of Azakaron, so calling the incarnation of the old ruler doesn't have much effect. '

"I'll start with the "transit node" to remove it. "

Rope opened his blue hexagonal eyes.

"Now that its "death" has not been completed, it will definitely be unable to sit still if there is a problem with the delivery channel.As long as the Priest of Death comes out of the "Kingdom of God", even if I wake up the "Faces of the Old God", I will seize the opportunity to kill it, and the death that does not accumulate enough strength will not be able to achieve the "Anchor Point".At that time, I will try to cut off the back space and throw it into the bottomless abyss to make sure it is safe. I don't believe that Azakaron can travel through the barriers of the multiverse without any "road signs". "

'Ape, the ritual of "Old God's Appearance" has just been completed...'

"Hey dear, what are you worried about?"

Facing Azalea's dissuasion, Rope just smiled freely.

"That's my body!"

"..."

Azalea was dumbfounded.

It was a short period of time when I didn't even notice it in the past, but now there is an illusion that "a long time has passed".

From a matured great mystic, to a powerful demigod who controls herself perfectly, and even has the "appearance of an old god", Rope's growth gave her the illusion that she couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

It's funny, is the rational side loaded with too many human emotions...