Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

Some people among the 'humans' have noticed that there are huge problems with the direction of their research and development.

It will bring terrible disasters to the universe.

But, it's too late.

Then, some of the time travelers rebelled~

The human community has disintegrated~ The human community has been crushed to death by the forces that have separated from it one after another.

But those forces also paid a heavy price. They were also beaten to death by the human community of the main world, and if they were not dead, they were half-dead.

The time travelers are almost all dead. Even if they are not dead, they are half-dead, with only a little bit of soul left. They don’t even remember who they are, nor do they remember that there is such a thing as time travel.

Humanity dies by humankind.

The urgent sound of the alarm in Rutland made Abrana look at the "History of Ticarz" in her hand. She put down the garbage in her hand as if she had been pardoned, stood up and walked to the window.

Something big seems to have happened in Rutland?

The opportunity is coming!

Abbrana doesn't know yet that this matter actually involves her.

She also knew some things she shouldn't have known.

062 You, you are Sarkaz...

Just as Abrana was about to use telepathic communication to inform Luo Ji, chaos suddenly broke out in Rutland, but she was keenly aware of the hostility.

The Pope's musketeers on duty in the Central Hall.

Abrana noticed that they suddenly turned their gaze towards her.

She couldn't be wrong.

Having led Deep Pool to deal with Victoria's enemies for a long time, she can keenly sense whether people have malicious intentions towards her and Rafshini through their actions and demeanor.

The most important thing is that the halos on the heads of those gun riders and the wings behind them disappeared.

They had no particular racial characteristics of the Sakota at this moment.

Something is obviously wrong.

In the night, Sakta's racial characteristics were too obvious. Even with the illumination of the city lights, the high-power fluorescent tube on Sakta's head was extremely shining under the night sky.

No matter how far apart we are, as long as the halo is still shining, we can always see it at a glance.

What happened in Rutland?

The bells in the city rang loudly.

The Sakotas gathered in the streets.

Abrana took a step back in fear.

She just felt her hair stand on end.

She suddenly had an illusion that at that moment, all the Sakota people turned their eyes to the hotel suite where she was.

Even making eye contact with her.

It's not an illusion.

All the Sakotas below the hotel stopped.

The halos on their heads and the wings behind them could not disappear.

It's like being frozen in place.

Then, they all raised their heads and cast their gazes on the floor of the hotel where she was.

what happens? !

Abrana was about to draw the curtains to completely block out the sight of the Sakota people, but was surprised to find that all the gazes were cast away again.

The terrifying feeling of being stared at disappeared without a trace.

"what is going on?"

Abrana kept going over her recent actions in her mind, testing whether they seriously violated the Lateran doctrine.

There really is!

She wrote on the dessert shop's feedback form that the food was too sweet and tasted bad.

Filling the room with desserts that are too sweet is a serious violation of the strange Lateran teachings.

According to Remnant, who recently served as a guide to the Pope in his absence, the slanderous accusation that Lateran desserts are unpalatable is a serious provocation to the Laterans.

That sounds outrageous.

But in the Lateran, a city where people don't know how to act, it is very likely that it is the real Lateran doctrine.

It seems that these guys only have desserts and shooting things with guns in their minds, so it's no surprise that they do something outrageous.

She had deliberately criticized Rutland's desserts, which were so sweet that they made her brain tremble, on the feedback form of the dessert shop.

In the midst of her confused thoughts, Abrana discovered that the guns on duty in the Central Office in the distance had returned to normal.

The halo and the glimmering wings reappeared.

The musketeer who was always playing tricks while on duty looked around stealthily.

After finding that no one was paying attention to him, a dessert paper bag appeared in his hand. The helmet on his head was unfastened in an instant. He opened his mouth as wide as possible and finished a Portuguese egg tart in one bite. While chewing, the helmet completely covered his face again.

The movements are like magic.

The Sakota people below in the street, who seemed to be stuck in time, also took steps and continued walking on the street.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear them discussing what bad things they are going to do with firearms, or which dessert shop they are going to sit in, and there is also a voice that seems particularly full of an almost silly energy.

"Hey~ Let's go eat apple pie! I recently found a little shop that makes really delicious apple pies!"

"No, the desserts in the store that Remuel recommended are not sweet enough and not tasty at all!"

"One-armed Chainsaw Man, Narrator of Suffering, Phoenix Destroyer, Immortal Old Senior, please speak for me!"

The Archangel looked at Fiammetta beside him, and then frowned, "Fiammetta, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like you just watched a horror movie?"

Fiammetta looked at his companion beside him with a startled expression, an even more frightened look on his face.

"Didn't you feel something was wrong?"

"What's the matter, Fat Duck? Afraid we'll take you to eat something really sweet?"

Mostima frowned slightly, noticing that Fiammetta seemed abnormal.

She called Fiammetta's nickname, and Fiammetta would usually get a little anxious and respond with a fierce look: "Mastema, please shut up. Otherwise I will make you shut up."

But this time, Fiammetta's face was just frozen with fear.

"Fiammetta, what's wrong?"

"You, you Sakota, don't you realize what just happened?"

Fiammetta said in a trembling voice:

"In that moment just now, you all stopped moving and looked at a strange place together. And, gush~ And, those halos and wings that you hate, they, they all disappeared."

"what?"

The Archangel made a loud sound of doubt.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're kidding, right?"

She walked forward and tried to grab Fiammetta, but Fiammetta dodged her and took half a step back with a look of panic on his face.

Fiammetta seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock and inability to accept the facts.

When Archangel Angel saw Fiammetta's appearance, his eyes widened slightly and he stood there in a daze.

She had never seen this expression on her sister, classmate, team member, and good friend.

"What's wrong with you, Fiammetta?"

The Archangel asked absentmindedly.

"You, you all just stopped moving. No, not only all the Sakotas on your street stopped moving."

Fiammetta repeated it again.

If it were just this, Fiammetta wouldn't have shown this expression...

Mostima seemed to have thought of something and asked softly, "What else? We are friends, Fiammetta. No matter what happens, we are just friends."

Fiammetta swallowed vigorously with delicate throat.

After a long while, she said in a trembling voice:

"All the Saktas on the street, or maybe all the Saktas in the city? The halos and wings have all disappeared. You, you... you are Sarkaz. You have grown Sarkaz horns and thin round tails, and even those little bat wings behind your body."

"what?"

The Archangel made a very loud sound of doubt.

The naturally optimistic and carefree Archangel reached out to pry open the halo on his head, "Wow! So this nasty thing can disappear? A cylindrical tail?"

She twisted her head and looked behind her, trying to find her thin cylindrical tail. When she couldn't find it, she reached out and pulled up the back of Mostima's clothes. "Where is the tail?"

"Fiammetta."

Mostima ignored the nervous Archangel and said, "Let's talk somewhere else. No, let's go to the cathedral to find the Pope. Something has happened."

063 The era of Tikkaz is over

From Abrana, Luo Ji learned about the changes in Lateran and the sudden hostility of the Sakotas towards her.

Little Draco is still a very stable harem wife.

If it was Fengwan Maomao, he would probably have used up his flash.

"hostility?"

Luo Ji didn't know why there was hostility.

Maybe there's something wrong with the 'Law'.

Luo Ji asked Abramana to list one by one what she had done recently in Rutland City.

Nothing wrong was found.

He even felt that Abbrana had been too idle during her stay in Rutland, and he thought she should be given some work to do.

Using animal taming to control Abrana's body, Luo Ji picked up the "History of Tikaz" written by him and a group of Victorian authors.

It was after watching it that you suddenly felt the hostility of the Sakotas?

Luo Ji controlled Abbrana to flip through the books.

Nothing happened?

Just a book.

Luo Ji thought about it and felt that there wouldn't be any problem.

He asked the succubus maid to find the author, printer, proofreader, etc., but nothing happened?

They are all full of energy and waiting for their salary and bonus.

Luo Ji casually threw "The History of Tikaz" aside, most likely not caring about the matter of this history book with a folded hair technique.

High probability.

He doesn't like to completely deny the possibility of something.

According to Murphy's Law, if there is a possibility, it will happen.

As someone who always encounters "accidents", he will never deny the possibility of low-probability events.

Luo Ji carefully reviewed what Abrana had described as having done and found that there was indeed nothing extremely abnormal.

No clue at all.

Just like what kind of powerful "assassin" could take down Abrana's pure-blooded Drac parents.