Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Quache Utaus sighed again.

"Anyway, you and the caller, the gods and the caller, have nothing to do with me. I'm just watching from the sidelines. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future."

The thin girl stood up and looked at Rope, who had returned to human form in midair.

"My mission ends here, and it's time for me to leave this material-based world. It's boring to see everywhere, flimsy material everywhere, and it really tires me... The caller got me The knowledge of , coupled with Yog Sothoth's divinity and gift, there should be no more confusion in the direction of "time" in the future. "

Quache Utaus' body was gradually disintegrating, and his weak incarnation was dissipating.

"My old friend, I look forward to the day when we can meet again, and the time to meet is not the "end"..."

It may be that Hastur was displeased by the words "walking through the dust". The king in yellow did not send the ancient evil god of time, but just fixed his eyes on Rope.

The caller... Rope...

The figure of the black-haired youth was reflected in one of the remaining mindless pupils of the thin girl.

You will become hope, but you will also bring despair... In the end, it will become what it will be, let me wait and see...

The "Dust Walker" Kwache Utaus left this world and returned to the kingdom of God in its unknown dimension.

Hastur nodded irritably on the armrest, and what Quache Utaus said just now made her very unhappy.

Evil gods are very willful.

No matter how soft-hearted they appear, they are also the perpetrators of the chaos of the multiverse, and the word "control" only comes up when the mood is good.

"Unpleasant... Nyarlathotep, Cthulhu, Nyogda, Cthugya, Shabu Nicholas... It would be nice to kill them all... so that no one can Robbed Rope with me..."

Of course, that's just thinking.

The respected gods here, except for Nyogda, are not the great evil gods that are not inferior to Hastur.Nyarlathotep and Shab Nicholas are above Hastur, the second god of the three pillars.

What's more dramatic is that a certain system girl in Rope's body also thinks this way.

But she didn't need to "think" at all.

Azalea's incomparably noble status made her list not only include the above evil gods, but also Hastur, who is now complaining constantly, and she is fully capable of being shot one by one.

——The premise is that she returns to her body.

This is probably an alternative portrayal of the mantis catching the cicada, the oriole behind, and the hunter behind.

Rope's ascension is complete.

The black-haired youth returned to the ground and opened his eyes like stars.

"What a beautiful dream..."

"Rope, how do you feel?"

After all, he was the king in yellow. The moment Ropey regained consciousness, Hastur put on a friendly smile.

"It's pretty good, no doubt."

Rope felt the skyrocketing divinity of "time", and his whole body seemed to be radiant.

Nothing is sweeter than power.

Favorite thing for young brunettes.

"Where's His Majesty Quache Utaus?"

"It's gone."

Hastur, brandishing a folding fan, restores the dilapidated opera house.

"What Quache Utaus can't stand the most is the fragile material world. Well, every evil god has its own quirks, so there's nothing to be surprised about."

"Really, it's a pity, I haven't had time to express my thanks to that majesty."

"Say thank you..." Hastur breathed heavily: "Shouldn't that be for me?"

The black-haired youth blinked and looked at the blushing blond girl.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to enjoy tonight's opera. Just now, the power of Kuache Utaus has turned those actors into dust. It's a little regrettable..."

"Well?"

"But it might as well be a good chance that nothing else is bothering us at the moment, is it?"

Several tentacles sprang from Hastur's back and pulled Roper to her side.

The human form of the King in Yellow Clothes was not as tall as the black-haired youth. The girl buried her head in Rope's chest and looked up at him slightly charmingly.

"Your favorite, Rope... I'll dedicate it to you tonight..."

"I just moved those girls away, now I should go and explain..."

"That kind of ant, whatever it is!"

Hastur, who suddenly became enthusiastic, completely disintegrated Rope's parry.

In fact, the black-haired youth did not resist much.

As Hastur puts it, it's his favorite thing to do.