Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

For non-Old Ones, using such exaggerated magic is a huge risk.

But Siman understood when he saw the single eye of Rope's hexagonal worm pupil.

This demigod, like it, has long gone mad.

No, this statement is incorrect.

The supernatural beings rooted in chaos are the very word "madness".From time immemorial to the present, they have never stopped refreshing the meaning of madness.

Actively using "Causal Crush", the black-haired young man whose strength was temporarily only empty, stood there exhaustedly, relying on the divine light of "Chaos" to weaken the influence of divine art.

But his body still showed a slightly cracked gap.

"Dragon of Death..."Crazy Death" Siman... The priests of death are indeed very good opponents..."

Rope opened his hands gently, and there was still a cruel and crazy smile in his half-collapsed handsome face.

"If this is your second stage as the "Final Boss", then the ancient snake man Siman, guess what my second stage is? "

Siman must not understand Rope's words with game language, but it does not prevent it from perceiving the danger.

The billowing dust and smoke rose from Rope's side, with an incredible scorching heat, burning the ground made of only death's ashes into a fiery red.

Siman raised his head, the snake head was slightly stunned.

The sun is gone.

Where and where is something unspeakable, vague, transforming composition of irregular shapes.From the "road" it opened, something hung over the head of the Chaos Demigod.

--fear.

The ancient snake people trembled all over. This was not a fear of the heart, but a subtle and profound unavoidable fear of "chaos", the origin of the multiverse.

"You are fighting me before you became a demigod!?"

"It's an honor, you are the first to see me like this..."

The smoke and the power of "chaos" covered Rope's face, burying him.

"Then, die."

With the final voice, Siman lost his capture of the chaotic demigod in his perception.

Anxiety surrounds this sky.

The ancient snake people watched the smoke and dust continue to expand, as if a monster was bred, but because of the "great chaos", they couldn't stop it.

Time loses its meaning.

I do not know when, this strange scene ended.

The power fades, the smoke dissipates.

Siman clenched his "battle of the dead".

In front of him is a Demon God about thirty meters high, like a small mountain.

The lower limbs were replaced by a plurality of blue tentacles, and four slender hands branched out from the elbows. The crimson and dark blue humanoid upper body was covered with an irregular skeleton.

In what could be called a "head", it was a face with no facial features like a pale helmet.

The Demon God easily broke free from the obstacles of the space, and let out a silent roar like the first cry.

——The "Old God Appearance" that belongs only to the "Demigod" Rope.

PS:

The pictures and appearance settings in this chapter come from the Eldrazi "Void Screener" in Magic The Gathering. The setting of this race is almost based on the Cthulhu mythology. If you are interested, you can learn more about it.

Chapter [-] The end of the world, the meeting of all things and chaos

Refined and rough, whole and fragmented—

The Demon God, who intersects dark blue and crimson, is like being endowed with all the distorted concepts in the world, embodying a cruel and frantic beauty.

There is power in this, as well as the filthy and noble divine glory of the father of all demons.

Small was obsessed.

As a result of Azakaron's fall into "chaos", even if he didn't admit it, the core of the ancient demigod snake people had already moved in the direction it shouldn't be - being drawn by "chaos", creating the urge to envy and desire.

But how tough is the divine soul that has been baptized by time.

The residual "chaos" after Rope's posture did not make Siman lose his rational thinking. After a moment of confusion, the ancient snake people were awakened by their own responsibilities and missions.

Wordless silence spread between the two inhumans.

In this world, the sky and the earth have completely changed.

The demise of dead silence, the twisted cause and effect, seems to have crossed time and came to the battlefield of "order" and "chaos" in the ancient times.

"It's been so many years... I thought I'd already forgotten what "surprise" feels like, but I still remember it clearly..."

Siman exclaimed.

"I take back what I said to you 'little devil', even if the glory of my Lord still existed in the past, you were a rare and powerful enemy,"

The dark blue demon god danced in place of the multiple tentacles of his legs, gently tapping on the empty space, creating ripples.