Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Lord Rope, this is a mistake, not something I deliberately arranged."

"Istar, your deal is over."

"I will personally come to apologize to you in the future, and now I would like you to enjoy the entertainment of Happy Street for the time being..."

"no need."

Rope said indifferently.

"Your deal is over, but mine isn't."

Chapter [-] The first god to die in history

Endless malice spreads in the palace.

Ista slumped on the ground, no longer the beautiful image before, cold sweat fell from his forehead and back.

In her line of sight, the slight anger on Rope's body affected the killing intent, and the atmosphere was twisted into a strange appearance, and the claws were devoured.

click-

The sour sound was followed by the screams of the members of the Istar family.

"Friney!"

"Fliny, Phryny is dead!"

That ugly toad couldn't make any more disgusting noises.

She was penetrated by the countless spikes rising from the ground, hanging like a piece of bacon in the air, losing the breath of life in the painful struggle.

The women of the family were screaming, and Istar couldn't believe it.

During the whole process of killing Phryny, Rope didn't look away at all.

Taking a second look at that kind of garbage, he felt it was an insult to himself.

After screaming, Rope's footsteps echoed in the calm hall.

He walked to Istar, reached out and grabbed the long hair of the goddess of beauty roughly, and smashed it on the mahogany table with a terrifying force.

"Well!"

Where did Istar suffer from this kind of pain, he immediately groaned and became dizzy.

She was like a fish leaving someone, trying to struggle to get up, but Rope pressed her head tightly to prevent her from moving.

"It's my trading time."

Rope said in an emotionless voice.

"Very simple new deal. Istar, you give me Chunji and I'll spare your life. You have ten seconds to think, and if I don't hear a satisfactory answer after ten seconds, neither will you. The need to continue to be an eyesore in my line of sight. I will give you no chance to return to the heavens."

In pain, Meishen's pupils shrank suddenly.

Seriously.

This alien god is definitely serious!

There is no basis, but Ista can feel the killing intent that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The hand that grabbed her head and pressed it on the table contained a power that made the gods tremble.Coupled with the scarlet blade that he showed that day, Ista had no reason not to believe Rope's words.

But the long-term pampering and the dignity of the gods still make Istar struggle endlessly.

Anger rose in her heart.

"Rope, are you crazy? Are you going to kill a god?"

Istar didn't beg for mercy or chose to agree to the deal, and scolded the black-haired youth.

"No matter how lazy the gods of the lower realms are, there will still be principles. If you dare to kill me, do you think our gods will give up? You outsider!"

Even if a god is killed in the Nether, he will not die.

Being killed in heaven is just waiting to be reborn.

Since the birth of the world, no god has ever entered a state of "absolute death".

"Five seconds."

Rope ignored Istar and continued to count the numbers.

Istar raised his head a little with difficulty, his expression gloomy.

"Rope, you have to think carefully, let me go now, and I can pretend that nothing has happened! Phryni can also be regarded as self-inflicted!"

"Three, two, one."

Rope paused, then sighed slightly.

"I thought you would be smarter, Istar, it seems I overestimated you."

"Wait, wait, you..."

"When the time is up, I will get what I want myself. Istar... see you later."

Istar's voice got stuck in his throat.