Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

- not a hallucination.

"My surname is Luo Mingpei, don't keep calling me 'little brat'. In my chassis, losers, please observe basic courtesy?"

In the face of a large lizard, Rope also put away his shyness and said without mercy.

"If you continue to stain your death, you can ignore my words."

"Death?" The black dragon cracked open his mouth and exhaled a burst of sulfurous smoke from his nose.

"I am the incarnation of death! I climbed up from the dark underground and gave you the flames of revenge! As long as I become a spirit body, this world will...?"

Vauban choked.

Unable to incarnate.

Not only that, but the magic power that shaped the black dragon's body was greatly lost, feeding back to the dead human body of Woban.

This means that his "Black Dragon of the Underworld" power will soon end, and then it will be hopelessly weak.

"...what did you do?"

The flickering body, Woban stared at Rope, who was standing on the sidelines, not making any movement at all.

Intuition told him that there must be a ghost in it.

"Go on, what's wrong with this world?" Ropey teased maliciously.

"There's nothing that can hold you back, right? Unfortunately, quite the opposite. In this world, from the soil under your feet to the air you breathe, every atom resists you. They are my soul's Incarnate, the servant of the Terrorist Venerable, how can you let you do your best?"

In fact, to put it simply, the White Gospel has cut off the conditions for Woban to survive.

"Dragon" is the sacred beast of the mother earth, and "death" is also buried deep in the heart of the earth in mythology.Without the support of the earth, in this desperate world without dragon legends, it is difficult for the power of the marquis to run.

Therefore, it will be forcibly sent back to its own body.

"Well……"

In the sound of rolling bubbles, the black dragon's scales became blurred like water ripples, and turned into smoke and rushed towards the body of Woban, who was lying on the ground and lost his heart.

Dark smoke filled the hole in the old man's left chest, and after a while, breathing appeared in his nostrils, and his new heart beat slowly.

- From death to life.

"I didn't expect... I would be planted in the hands of the younger generation."

The marquis stared at the beryl-like evil eyes, and his face was as white as a piece of paper, and he climbed up tremblingly from the ground.

The sequelae of the "Black Dragon of the Underworld" had already begun to appear, and Woban could not even use the most basic "Eye of Sodom", so he could only stand there like a real old man.

"It's useless to say something nice now, there are no words "respect the old and love the young" in my dictionary... Well, maybe there is still "love the young". "

At this time, he thought of Athena's petite and young demonic appearance, and forcibly changed his words.

"If you stopped before you defeated Salvatore, and then left this country and went back to your own wolf's den, you might not suffer this kind of misfortune. I don't have the time to go to the cold and dying Northern Europe to trouble you. ."

"If you don't fight, then back down, who do you think I am Woban!?"

The silver-haired old man showed a grim smile.

"I spent the first half of my life gambling, and the second half of my life hunting. I consider myself a perfect hunter. Facing the provocation of the cubs, do you think I will obediently retreat?"

"So now this is your fate."

Spreading his hands, Rope jumped down from the upstairs and stood less than ten meters away from the Marquis of Vauban.

"If you have any powers, hurry up and use them. Otherwise, there will be no time later. Watching you commanding your own undead army was so exciting before, I couldn't help it - monsters! Children of fear, from the dark corners Climb out of it!"

In a pure white world, there are always places where there is a lack of light because of the angle of the house and the false sun in the sky.

And the place covered by these shadows is the favorite dwelling place of the monsters in the White Gospel of Rope.

After the order was given, the monsters that only horror movies have slowly walked out in the dark.

They are of different shapes, and some don't even have limbs and the most basic human recognizable appearance, but they still obey the order, crawling forward, ready to crush everything of Sacha Dejansdal Voban, and put his The soul is dedicated to Rope, the ruler of this world.

——Five kills!

——Five times will be destroyed!

As long as he is hit more than five times by these endless monsters like the sand of the Ganges, even the Valkyrie of Steel, Bhishma will only quit the game in anger, let alone Woban, who has been weakened to the extreme.

"My ending turned out to be like this..." The old man with green eyes laughed at himself. "To be swallowed up by ghouls, Yakshas, ​​Asuras, and ghosts is really suitable for the devil's death method."

Rope said generously. "You can rest assured, I can be sure that it is not these bastards who defeated you. It was Veleslana who defeated you, the war god of the east, whose sword of wisdom sealed your "karma" and "wolf", so that It will put you in a situation where you have to use the black dragon... If I say this, will you feel better? "

"Ha ha……"

The Marquis laughed softly.

In an instant, Woban, who was originally like a dead tree, moved.

No one can imagine the swiftness, it doesn't look like the mobility of an old man at all.He clenched his right fist and smashed it hard at Ropey's left atrium.

His sneak attack was successful.

Rope calmly looked at the fist blocked by his "steel body", with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Yeah, I failed." As expected, Woban calmly retracted his hand. "It's so exhausted that you can't even beat you back. There's no chance for you to take advantage of it. It seems that the destiny is on your side, a new miracle."