The Endless Shuttle

The black-haired youth and Gothic Lori took a space jump together.

However, when they appeared in the ruins, the two had already separated.

Nangong went to deal with the riots caused by "dead brother" Glen Sakharov with necromancy that month, and Rope came to the entrance of the ruins.

Step forward, all obstacles are broken like blisters.

The guardian of the tomb made by Tianbu did not even have a moment of support for the deity of defense, and collapsed as the devil advanced, turning into real rock fragments.

Keep moving forward, keep tearing the seal.

The "fairy's coffin" was approaching.

After the last block, the seamless stone gate weathered into ashes, one of the fourth true ancestors was buried, the tomb of Aurora Florestina finally came into contact with the world again after thousands of years.

The coffin is located on the central high platform.

The cold air was scattered all around, but faint sunlight fell from the cracks at the top, and people couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite structure of the tomb. You can't find this gap in the sun from the outside, and if you can find it, the investigation team won't have to spend so long to decipher it step by step.

"I don't know how many times it's the first time. What is the relationship between me and the vampire race..."

Rope smiled, shaking his head and sighing.

He walked toward the ice coffin that sealed the young blond vampire girl, and leisurely looked at Aura Florestina's delicate face.

Let this girl become the fourth true ancestor.

Let her stand in this world in a complete posture, dancing lightly in his palm.

The devil's thoughts became firmer.

Chapter 20 The sword hanging in the sky, the strongest elector

The majestic **** touched the coffin of the world's strongest vampire.

Under the sunlight, this scene is enough to be carved into the canvas.

The coldness of freezing the bone marrow could not affect the black-haired young man in the slightest. He stroked the ice coffin of Orola Florestina, and looked at the eyes of the Fourth True Ancestor as if he was looking at an expensive artwork.

"Want to wake up?"

The question of the demon **** echoed in the quiet tomb chamber, and he muttered to himself like he was going crazy.

But not so.

Even though Aura Florestina's consciousness was faint and hazy, it still existed even in this coffin.

Rope is talking to her.

After a long while, the vague meaning was accepted by the black-haired youth.

"Why don't you want to wake up?" he asked again.

"Didn’t you already have your ego? In this world, if you have your own existence, you have the qualifications to live. If you break away from the rigorous process of "Flaming Night Master", you undoubtedly already have this qualification. . "

"..."

Even though it was dim, the girl still confided the reason to the demon god.

Well-behaved, docile, not what the true ancestor should have.

Because it was a communication between spirit and spirit, Aurora Florestina understood the sublime and greatness of the person in front of him only by instinct, and the brilliance was as fascinating as the scorching sun.

"Really, you have the responsibility of being a watcher... guarding the rebellious "primordial" soul. "

On the twelfth, Orola Florestina was the guard.

The difference between her and the other "flaming night uncles" who hold the beasts is that her body stores the real soul of the fourth true ancestor.

-"Original".

The deity of the fourth true ancestor once held twelve natural disaster-like beasts and defeated and killed the "God of Blame" Cain who was ravaging the earth, the world's strongest vampire.

Strictly speaking, the current twelve "Flaming Night Uncles" are just clones of "Original" after being torn apart.

"What if you lose the guard's soul?"

As a demigod of the Cthulhu family, his method of playing with the soul is first-class.

Even a cursed Primordial Soul, if Rope wants to extinguish the flame, it will be easy.

"..."

The girl was silent.

Without the existence that needs to be guarded, then the guardian will naturally become a useless thing... but it is at odds with the faint hope in her heart.

Orola Florestina was confused.

……I have no idea.

"The "Banquet of Flames" has already begun. "

The palms of the black-haired youth began to emit heat.

The ice coffin melted slowly like spring snow.

"I will answer your questions for you, and I will affirm your existence. God can tolerate everything and allow everything. Even if it is a doll that stores things, as long as I am willing to affirm your value, no one can violate it. inverse."

Seeing the blond girl who gradually opened her eyes in the ice cube, Rope stretched out his hand.

"Aurora Florestina, this is your name, do you want to come with me?"

"……what."

The girl opened her small mouth and uttered hoarse monosyllables.

She doesn't know anything, she doesn't know anything.

But this did not prevent Aurora Florestina from trying to grasp the palm of the black-haired young man in front of him.

Because she saw the light in the dark.

A ray of light is warmer than the early morning light, and it makes people want to indulge in it.

Trembling, the blond vampire stretched out her weak and feeble little hand that had just awakened, and placed it in Rope's palm.

Then he was held firmly by the Demon God.