Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Don't think about the irrelevant things, you just need to know that it is safe now."

Rope patted Fujiang on the shoulder and stood up.

"I still have some things to deal with in the room. Miss Fujiang remembers to make a cup of tea later."

Wingate Pisri was scrambling for sporadic information about the future foreseen by the curse, and the view of the great race of Yis on the collapse of this world. He now needs to study it carefully.

"..."

Fu Jiang did not speak, and nodded lightly with his lowered head.

After tasting the fear, this arrogant and arrogant woman became much more obedient.

——At least in front of Rope.

Back in his room, Rope closed the door and sat at the table with his arms flexed.

"let's start."

He murmured, and took out the ancient book of Pisri from the White Gospel.

Turning it over, as expected, the words written on the worn-out paper are not human, but more distorted, like a wonderful hieroglyphic font.

The civilizations of Islam and human beings are two completely different species, and words naturally have nothing in common.It may be faster for Wingate to interpret it, but Rope believes that he can understand the deeper meaning behind the words than by others.

The fingers moved slightly, and the formation of the secret technique was formed out of thin air in the air. Two corrupted elves with distorted appearances drilled out from the table holding a human book, and handed the bone pen respectfully to Luo Pei.

Linguistic interpretation of the great race of Yith.

With ten lines in one eye and ten lines in his writing, Rope copied the Iss words from the ancient book of Pisri to the human skin book exactly.

The corrupt elves climbed left and right, and a moment later, words that humans could understand appeared on another page of the human book.

This behavior is repeated over and over.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Rope had basically copied all the Issian characters in the ancient books.

Contrary to what he thought, the meanings described by these seemingly cumbersome words were unexpectedly short.Most of it is verbose, irrelevant stuff.

Because of the fact that there is no end of life, most of the records made by Iss are very confusing, and what Rope did is to filter out useful information from this short and confusing record.

Gradually, Rope's brows furrowed.

"The stillborn of the ancient gods...the beginning of order, the end of chaos, the betrayer...the world is twisted...time flows from the fingertips of the king of kings, the great one who is the foundation of all things...the nascent fire of death brings chaos to time The linear end of...the ever-hungry abomination...Azazcaron"

'Wow! '

While muttering in a low voice, Rope was startled by the voice of Azalea in her head.

"What, so you're awake."

Rope turned over a page of the human book and continued to read the interpretation of Yisi's words.

"Since you're awake, come and take a look at it for me. I'm at a loss. The Necronomicon is not as difficult to decipher as "prophecy"..."

'Turn back, turn back! '

Azalea screamed nervously.

'Let me see that paragraph just now, it's not human language, I mean the most original Issian language! '

"Ah."

Rope turned back to the previous page and stopped moving, so that Azalea could use his sight to carefully read the tadpole-like Issian characters.

'Azakkalon, it's really Azakaron.In the future recorded by Iss, are you still alive...'

Azalea's voice seemed to be reminiscing something, and she sighed.

"Miss Rhododendron, shouldn't you explain it to me first?"

'Ape, you are in big trouble. '

"That's the sentence again, when is my trouble not a big deal?" Rope shook his head helplessly: "If there are rules, at least tell me who "Azazcaron" is?Neither the Necronomicon nor the Lalei texts bear the impression of this name. "

' Of course there is no record, because it is an ancient god. '

Azalea said in disgust.

'The lord of death, the second son of the serpent, the end of all living things.The ancient god who symbolized death in the beginning, this is the identity of the ancient god named Azakalong... a disgusting guy. '

Chapter [-] In two years, crown a demigod

"Lord of Death" Azakaron, perhaps his qualifications are older than "God of the Abyss" Norden, is the second son of order and the god of death in the multiverse.

During the war of chaos and order in the very beginning, this great god led the dead who were killed by the evil gods. He had countless elite soldiers, and crossed the front lines of thousands of worlds, and even went out in a one-on-one battle. " The eternal fire of Cthugya, the Bomber, forced Cthugya to fall into rebirth, and the flame spirits of her family were slaughtered and brought to the brink of extinction.

But Azakaron's brilliant record also stopped there.

"Chaos" Nyarlathotep set a trap, and "All Things Returned" Yogg Sotos personally took action, tearing Azakaron into the wild Serika of the Gobi, a world composed of desolate rocks into pieces.

Because it is synonymous with "death" itself, even the king of kings who dominates "time" and "space" can hardly kill Azakaron. He can only divide his body into five parts and throw it into the turbulent time. among.Nyarlathotep infused it with unimaginable corrupting energy, thwarting its sanity and preventing Azakaron from being reunited.

It was this act that gave birth to a harvest that even Nyarlathotep himself did not expect.

——The "Lord of Death" has fallen.

Azakaron's mind couldn't be merged and was full of madness. It turned from one to five, and the five corpses became independent one after another, becoming a hungry monster that only knew how to bring disaster to civilization and life.