Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The middle-aged man scratched his head decadently and hung a reluctant smile.

"It doesn't seem very good to stand like this... How about you two go to the ruins with me first? By the way, I don't know what this person is called?"

"Honourable Marquis of Aldikia, Rope."

Nangong answered first that month.

"For now...is it my friend?"

"It's strange, to be called a friend by Nangong Demon Attacker..." Chiya City teased:

"Or is the witch finally enlightened? If you want to hold a wedding banquet, remember to send me and Shensen an invitation."

"Long-winded! Do you want me to take your tongue off?"

"You didn't deny it..."

Rope didn't care about the close conversation, his blue eyes kept staring at the depths of the ruins.

Through the barrier, through the matter, through the strict Zeng Yin, he saw the girl sleeping in the ice coffin.

The skin was as white as light, the young face was neat and superhuman, and the low-pigment blond hair reflected the dim natural light in the tomb, giving off a rainbow-like brilliance.

The twelfth "Night of Flames" Aurora Florestina.

I don't know if it's the illusion of the black-haired youth.

The Sleeping Beauty, who was sleeping in the ice coffin, looked a little lonely.

——It was obvious that her thinking was in a state of suspension at the moment.

But putting these aside, it was just a first glimpse, Aurora really had the value of letting the Demon God come to Gozo Island exclusively.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Rope frowned slightly.

From the underground outside the ruins, the Demon God's spiritual vision saw some tiny impurities mixed in the soil.

he asked.

"That Yue-chan, does the world's "necromantic magic" still have a [-]% effect under the sun? "

"Apart from ancient astrology, there shouldn't be any magic that can be affected by the stars, right? Necromancer magic is a trick to manipulate life and death, and it makes no sense to be suppressed by the mere sunlight."

Nangong tilted his head that month and looked at Rope strangely.

This Demon God seems to be very knowledgeable in some aspects, but he seems to lack common sense in the details.

"Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing."

The black-haired young man shrugged, and then said to the question mark face of Fang Fangcheng.

"You are a member of the ruins investigation team over there, right? Let me give you some advice, run back now and ask your companions to pick up weapons and props. That rubbish dead emperor has arrived and is ready to do it."

"...?"

Before Chiya City could digest the content of this sentence, in the distance, the screams of young girls came from the edge of the camp.

It's like seeing horror that shouldn't be seen.

And the young girl who is currently in the camp of the investigation team is only the daughter of Kui Ya City!

When his daughter was in trouble, the middle-aged man instantly threw away his decadent posture, pulled out a short gun from his waist with his right hand, and ran towards the camp at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint champion.

Nangong Nayue's eyes became solemn.

But she didn't move in space for the first time, she turned her head and said to the black-haired youth...

"Rope, leave it to me here, don't do it."

"decide as things go."

Rope waved his hand.

"That month-chan was busy with work, and now I'm going to pick up the fourth primogenitor."

"at this time?!"

"Could it be that I have to wait for the consent of the investigative teams?"

The black-haired youth asked back.

"It's kind enough to let them go to the bottom of the sea to drink the sea water without splitting the island in half right away. If it weren't for vacation, the thought of peeping at what belongs to me would have cost them their lives."

The devil is too lazy to care about the first come first.

What he wants, what he predestined in his heart, is his.

There is no domineering or domineering, the things of the gods must be the gods. If you are not convinced, you can let the unconvinced person stand in front of him and say that he will never let that person live for a second.

——The tyranny of the god of evil is not a joke.

"Your character is really bad..."

There was no time to complain more to Nangong that month. The camp had already heard gunshots like piano music, and howls that did not belong to the living.