Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Hastur sighed helplessly.

"Rope, you are all right, but you care too much about power. Cultivating your amateur interest is not a delay in progress, it will only become a delicious concoction."

Rope looked at the beautiful girls around him, shook his head and smiled.

"I personally think it's being cultivated, Your Majesty Hastur."

"You."

As if there was nothing he could do with his doting brother, Hastur smiled softly.

Yuantangyuan glanced at the interaction between the blond girl and the black-haired youth, her doubts getting bigger and bigger.

Having seen the posture of the Demon God walking on the barren battlefield, it was hard for her to imagine who such an intimate existence of such a god would be.

But Yuantangyuan didn't make a sound at this time.

Even the witches closest to the Demon God looked at the stage deaf and dumb, not to mention the people they invited by the way.

Silence still spread among the girls.

Seeing that it was still a while before the show started, Hastur continued.

"Speaking of which, I don't seem to have given you a "gift" to Rope this time. "

"The help you have given me is really enough, and I dare to continue to ask you shamelessly."

"One yard is one yard, I'm not the kind of stingy guy who answers the call but doesn't give the gift."

Hastur was lying on the arm of the chair, looking at Rope charmingly.

"Besides, it's still my favorite Rope..."

The love of the Old One is like a fire.

While exuding warmth, it also carries a dangerous burn.

"Presumably with your current rank, you can't look down on ordinary cult knowledge, and the structure of the kingdom of God involves the essence of a god. I'm not very good at meddling. I can only give you some Divinity. Help."

The evil god, one of the "Four Elements", personally directed him.

This made Rope, who was originally looking at the stage, look sideways involuntarily.

"Look, when it comes to strength, your whole body is full of energy."

Hastur chuckled.

"However, this time, I'm not here to guide you personally. There are differences in our divinity, and I have a more suitable object."

"?"

Just as a question arose in the black-haired youth's heart, the "result" of this sentence appeared.

An ancient, vast but not strong feeling forced Rope on to open his perception that he was in a closed state in daily life.

He turned his head instantly and looked at the location of the side door of the opera hall.

pat, pat, pat.

It was like the sound of bare feet stepping on the ground, with a gritty texture.

"You should have gotten 'time' from Yog, which is a very, very strong divinity, but I don't know much about this divinity. "

Hastur continued.

"So I sold my face and let the guy who understands "time" come to this world with a weak incarnation, and give you some help from your predecessors, Rope. "

"...you're really too generous."

Rope smiled bitterly.

The rest of the girls looked at the black-haired youth's slight gaffe and the side door making a noise, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Soon, an aura of decay came over him.

The side door was rotted into dust, and a thin figure stepped into the opera house.

It was like a young girl.

Although the appearance can be called beautiful, it is like the long hair mixed with gold and green, the body that is so thin that it makes people feel bad, as well as the worn white robe and dull eyes, all of which give people a feeling of twilight. Feel.

Every inch of land that the girl walks through is like being baptized by countless years, weathered and turned into dust.Her palm is like holding time, and the confusion of space and time passing through her body is enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

She is an ancient person of dry time, an evil god whose existence cannot be confirmed, and a forbidden book that Rope read in the previous world, a god described in "The Will of Canamangos".

Apart from Yog Sothoth, "The One Who Returns to All Things", another old ruler who ruled over time.

"..."His Majesty Kwache Utaus, "The One Who Walks Through the Dust". "

Chapter [-] The gift of "Those Who Walk Through the Dust", Time Divinity Enhancement

"The Dust Walker" Kwache Utaus is a rather secretive evil god.

No one knows where it originated or when it will end.

The great race of Yith knows very little of this venerable god, even the learned men who walk in the time of the mind.

The only certainty is that this evil god has the power to manipulate the general flow of time, and often grants immortality to certain magicians who are lucky enough to obtain the prayer to summon it.