Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

——The less people know about his "conversation" with Luo Hao, the better.

Leaning against the white wall, Rope quietly waited for Anciela to organize the words.

After a while, the white snake said slowly.

'You have said that Angela lost her past, her glory, her power because of a damaged soul.But every time I fall asleep, I dream of the vast and generous earth, the self who is constantly reincarnated and reborn, and the huge ancient snake that surrounds the entire planet and flows endlessly...'

Her red snake pupils became blurred, as if intoxicated by memories.

'The earth supports the sea, and the azure life flows... Lord Rope, that seems to be part of Anciela's past. '

...Did you dream of "Gaia"?

Rope understood Anciela's current state with just a moment's thought.

After all, the goddess is the goddess of "snake" and "earth", and constant death and rebirth are her essence.Even though her soul was damaged and devastated, she was still slowly repairing, searching for the remaining divinity in her soul, so that Ansheela was connected to the will of the entire planet in her sleep.

——The goddess of the earth is the daughter of the planet mother.

"Do you want to know about your past?" Rope asked. "It's not always a very happy memory, do you still insist on trying to get it back?"

'Anshera doesn't know. '

The white snake's voice became confused.

'Ansheela is just... just if there is a chance, can I beg you to help me retrieve the memory of the past after completing your orders? '

"That's kind of interesting."

Rope took the white snake off his neck and placed it on the floor smoothly.

The moment she touched the ground, Ansheira realized that she was released from her "snake" form.

After a vague wave of magic power, a young girl with blond hair as delicate as a puppet appeared in front of Rope.She looked at Rope with watery eyes with some hope.

In fact, the damage to Angela's soul was not difficult for him at all.

As mentioned before, there are not many other aspects of Cthulhu Secret Art, that is, there are many aspects of the operation of the soul.Fusion, stripping, absorption, reinforcement, division - almost any soul processing method you can think of, Cthulhu's Secret Art can do it, not to mention the forbidden knowledge of the "Necronomicon".

Do it at will.

If you don't need Ansheela's words, it seems that there is no problem in helping her?Rope didn't deny that he might be bewitched by his youthful appearance, but he didn't have any interest in setting up enemies for himself.

Even if that "enemy" is very weak.

After Ansheela retrieved her memory, she would definitely have hatred for Rope. A mad ancestor is still quite troublesome for his subordinates, at least Erica and Liliana are definitely not his opponents.

"Can Angela beg you?"

Looking at Rope who was thinking, Ansheela asked cautiously.

"Well..." Rope pondered for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I promise."

Just take this to study the way of the soul.

There are as many ways to limit Anshera, and when she decides to open her soul to a Cthulhu mystic, she is already destined to be a lamb to be slaughtered.

Let you be my pet forever... Rope's eyes flashed lightly, and soon disappeared again, touching Ansheela's little head with a gentle smile.

"I'll help you restore your memory when I get rid of the recent troubles."

"Thank you, thank you Lord Rope!"

Angela almost jumped up with joy.

Then she did something that even Rope didn't think of.

Standing on tiptoe, the blond girl just like kissing her brother, leaving a shallow kiss on Rope's face, who is half-squatting.

Then she seemed to remember something, her face turned pale with fright, and she stammered.

"Ansheela is just, just happy..."

The first impression of Rope and her first meeting was that it was too serious. Welleslana's golden sword is the nemesis of all gods, especially for the degenerate and recalcitrant god of the ancestors.

"No man would blame the kiss of thanks." Rope came back to his senses and said with a smile. "Okay, let's go back. Next, I'm going to negotiate with my family. You don't want to be there, do you?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the room at the far end of the corridor.

That was the room where the "cocoon" that bound Luo Hao was kept.

"Um……"

After Angela left, Rope got up from the ground and tidied up his wrinkled shirt.

The next step is to negotiate with the martial arts leader...

Chapter [-] is another transaction

Pushing the door open, a damp, warm air rushes in from the darkness.

It was accompanied by a strange smell that was like cooked linen, not too bad, but weird and unpleasant.

Rope frowned, fanned the tip of his nose, walked over quickly, and opened the tightly covered curtains and windows, which allowed the air in the room to circulate.

"The smell of spider silk... I really don't like it."