Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The Old One, known as the "Ghoul King," hates all life, including his brethren.

"Isn't the opera on Lake Harry enough for you?"

"...Shut up." The yellow-robed high priest said indifferently: "Mordiggian, lowly savage ghoul, even your voice will defile my robes."

"Hey. You are the "Four Elements", high above.In your eyes, of course I'm cheap..."

Mordiggian's scarlet pupils shone with cold light.

"But now that we are all in avatars, your words don't apply..."

This is just a carnival feast, like a dream of nothingness.

No one is more noble than the other, only everyone fights heartily, and then the incarnation dissipates.

Hastur sighed silently.

"...This is not the first time, I still want to say, Nyarlathotep, you have created too many enemies for yourself."

"Uuuuu! Hastur, why didn't I find out before that you care about me so much..."

The ink swirled, expressing gratitude.

"I will never charge you for sending letters to you in the future!"

If it is in human form, I am afraid that Nyarlathotep has shed two tears of affection at this moment.

- Of course, this is also a performance.

Hastur saw through this and didn't eat Nyarlathotep at all.

"Don't get me wrong. I just hope that your actions will reduce the rule of the ancient gods, so that the sweet caller will be indulged in my arms forever. This group of brainless bastards, stupidity should have a Limit, even trying to block the way of the caller!"

"That is to say...that's not right!"

Nyarlathotep reacted, the ink body shrunk into a ball, and the tone suddenly turned sharp.

"Hasta, when is it your turn to decide on your own where Rope will go?"

"……Oh?"

The king in yellow turned his head slightly, and his eyes under the mask swept his "ally".

"Ok?"

Not to be outdone, Nyarlathotep opened his fangs.

In an instant, the friendly atmosphere of Hastur and Nyarlathotep ceased to exist.

The two evil gods, who were originally allies, just had a quarrel in one sentence, and they immediately abandoned their alliance and fought happily.

"...Forget it, I'm not in the mood to argue with you about this."

Hastur gave up his hostility to Nyarlathotep and flew towards Mordiggian.

"Let's do it quickly. I have an ominous feeling that if you drag it on, your plans may be put on hold."

"Tsk. You don't need to tell me that I feel it... Vovados, that imbecile dares to come to me alone..."

But it really can't be stalemate any longer.

Nyarlathotep distorted the space and drifted towards the culprit who hindered her action, Cthugya the "Blaster".

The latter situation is not as good as imagined.

"Dweller of Darkness" Nyogda.Although the deity and Nyarlathotep are inseparable, that doesn't mean she has a good relationship with Cthugya.

Flames represent light and heat, two things that Nyogda hates most.

There is no need to deliberately provoke, even if it is just a little friction of divine power, it is easy to ignite the contradiction between the two evil gods.

- A veritable melee.

"Ctugya, pure waste fireball, you are really annoying..."

"Nyogda, wait a moment, I will burn you to scum in the most painful way..."

Dark silt covered the surface of the flame sphere like the sun, mimicking sharp "thorns", penetrating towards the core of Ketugya's incarnation.

And Ketugya took his own burning to the next level, burning Nyogda...

In this area, darkness and fire blur the rules.

Alas, what kind of evil is this made... How can such a strange group of compatriots be spread out...

Nyarlathotep sighed wearily.

But her actions showed no mercy.

The body of the ink revolved, forming a cavity, the internal magic continued to ferment, and the vast divine power aimed and locked Nyogda and Ketugya together.

- Die for the old lady!

Bandhas and bursts.

Nyarlathotep's attack robbed innumerable strands of "order", and chaos, like a tsunami, re-occupied the entire Fomalhaut.

A scene that is completely indescribable in words.