Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Hastur smiled and raised a finger, pressing Rope's full-strength spread in the small theater.

The King in Yellow was one of the "Four Elements", a high-ranking evil god. Hastur didn't need much power to do this kind of thing. This trivial matter was easy for her.

"Strange, Hastuna, when did you start caring about the ants in this group of worlds?"

Quache Utaus was surprised by Hastur's behavior.

If it was the benevolent face of Yog Sothoth, "The One Who Returns to All Things", to do this kind of thing in the form of "Prime Eternal" Tavier Att Umr, she would still be able to understand that, after all, the benevolent face of the great god Avatars have always been kind to humans and mortals.

But "Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea" Hastur couldn't be associated with the word kindness.

The master of the wind of evil, she was extremely grateful that she could not drink the pain and whining of mortal things.

"I don't care, in fact they don't even deserve to be in my sight."

The blonde girl gently fanned her folding fan and said slowly.

"But that's the expectation of the most beloved caller, and I'm just responding to his expectation."

"Your state of mind is much different from the past."

Quache Utaus shook his head.

"I'm getting old too, so I can't keep up with your pace..."

"The gods who rule the decay, don't say such things. According to the years of birth, you are older than me, Quache Utaus."

"'Time'...boring topic..."

The two evil gods ended the meaningless conversation and turned their eyes back to the young demigod.

——The dark blue body of the Demon God is changing.

No, or "sublimation" is more appropriate.

Rope's time divinity sublimates in understanding.

His tentacles are lengthening, the pale bone horns on his shoulders are sharper, and the four slender arms split from the elbows are like some unknown ancient rune etched, and there is the power to manipulate the flow of time between his gestures.

"Yug Sothoth's divinity really gave this caller a good starting point."

Quache Utaus said.

"The one that even I need to look up to... The power of all things is probably only under the snake and the source of us, Azathoth, the leader of the demons."

"I don't think Yog Sotos will be under the snake."

Hastur looked visibly disgusted.

"The serpent occupied all favorable conditions. Chaos turned to order, and order turned to chaos. This is the inevitable road. It is only a sad puppet that moves along the road."

"It's too subjective, Hastuna, has the displeasure of the captivity disturbed your ability to judge from a third perspective?"

"Hmph. Although the thing I most want to do now is to drown in the bottom of Lake Harry with the callers, but if I get another chance, I won't let those abominable bastards continue to stand above my head. flamboyant."

"Eternal confrontation, eternal war, how long will you continue to..."

Kuaqie Utaus sighed helplessly.

"I'm tired just looking at it. It's a shame that you are able to retain your strong hatred in such a long seal."

"It's a difference of opinion, and I don't want to argue with you, Kwache Utaus."

"Me too."

The conversation between the two evil gods fell silent, and Rope's "sublimation" was coming to an end. Even if the power on his side did not need Hastur to calm down, it gradually shifted towards stability.

"Hastuna, the next thing is a reminder from an old friend."

Quache Utaus said.

"Abandon your unrealistic ideas. There are too many existences staring at this summoner, and your greed and selfishness cannot be realized."

Some people may question, how can Hastur be called "selfish" after doing so many things for Rope?

Quite the opposite.

This is the greatest selfishness of the King of Yellow Clothes, the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea.

The grace is for the sake of the picture, Hastur is eroding Rope's concept with sincerity, trying to let Rope do it himself to isolate everything and put it in her arms.

The blond beauty stopped her fan-shaking hand, and stared at Kuache Utaus with a grim look.

"What should I do, shouldn't you teach me?"

"I have observed the spiritual consciousness of the caller, and he will not be captured by your sweetness."

"To shut up!"

An ominous wind was blowing in the opera house.

In this frenzied sickness, Kwache Utaus was unmoved at all.

Perhaps Hastur occupies one of the "Four Elements" and has a noble status, but in terms of power alone, Kwache Utaus is not much weaker than Hastur.

None of the gods associated with "time" are weak.

"I'm talking too much."