The Endless Shuttle

He walked up, but half-waisted back again, squinting at the old man who started reading the newspaper again.

"Old man, give you a piece of advice, you'd better go home and reunite with your family now, otherwise there may be no chance in the future."

"…Neuropathy."

The old man didn't have Rexma, turned the newspaper one page and continued to look at it.

Based on the principle of equivalent exchange of messages, give the other party a warning, but if you don't listen, Xema will have nothing to do.

Then die.

Old people go to die, women go to die, children go to die, humans go to die—

Stepping on the iron stairs, Xmar walked firmly towards the top floor, as religious as a pilgrimage.

He will personally open Pandora's box and release the unavoidable "plague" to this town, allowing the world to endure unprecedented pain and wounds that will never be healed.

Finally came to the top.

Because it is too high, there are no people around, and the environment is quiet.

Xema nodded in satisfaction, and made a very dangerous move—at the very edge of the tower, sitting down with her legs hanging in the air.

"Fly..."

He raised his hand, and the supreme artifact was pulled by the sky, ascending like a weightless hot air balloon.

Immediately afterwards, Xima folded her hands and recited the magic incantation.

Contained in the water, the ancient mystery was drawn out, and a perfect water magic workshop was instantly formed, trapping the people in the entire iron tower in place.

"Shit! What the **** is this?" Someone kept slapping the water flowing around the body.

"Mom! Mom!" A child was crying.

"Lina! Look! These waters are floating in the sky!" Some lunatics were exclaiming.

This is the image of all beings.

It was the leisurely film freeze before death took away the soul.

"It's time to come, Hasta..." Xema whispered.

"Come on, the plates and scarves are all ready. Wake up from Lake Harry, the time has come for repayment, the time has come for play, Lord of Deep Space Stars..."

There is no great momentum, and there is no magical power to distort reality as usual.

Just after an unknown breeze blew, the lord of the deep sky star sea, the king of yellow clothes, and the greatest opera singer Hasta came to this world and stood behind Xema.

Her golden hair is as bright as gold, and her face is more charming than any woman in the world, and her magical charm radiates freely.

Xima turned her head, a warm smile appeared on her indifferent face.

"Welcome back, old friend."

Chapter 163 Let's Have Fun Together

"Normal gravity, normal law, and the disgusting "order"..."

The girl with short golden hair grabbed the air and sighed like an old man with a crisp and pleasant voice.

"It's not relying on divine power, but direct consciousness descends...huh, evading the surveillance of those clutters with the method of "sacrifice". I thought it would take at least three thousand years to come back. I didn't expect to be able to breathe this dirty air again now... Thank you, Rope. "

As the deity of the "Four Elements of Chaos", which symbolizes "wind," Hasta, no matter how low-key, the ancient gods will not relax their surveillance.

And the one responsible for monitoring Hasta is the ancient god-"Starry One" Tibos, who represented "planetary movement" and "vitality" in the Primordial Era.

"Um?"

With emotion over, the deity's probing nerves have the upper hand.

Hasta's amber pupils turned to Xma, frowned, his voice was cold as winter.

"No, although everything from the soul to the body is Rope's taste, you are not him. This pure chaos is almost equal to us... Who are you? A compatriot who doesn't understand the rules? I really have the courage to invade. Our "treasure"..."

For a moment, or not even a moment.

Just as Xema was about to explain, Hasta's smooth right hand turned into an octopus-like arm and foot, locked his neck tightly, and lifted him up from the sky.

"Summoning me out, is it provoking me?"

Divine power accumulates in Hasta's consciousness. The surrounding air began to tremble, and the anger of the gods was a pain that even the world could not bear.

As long as she thought of it, Xema would be pressed into meat sauce immediately by high-dimensional energy.

"It's really a hot welcome ceremony, Lord Hasta..."

Although his neck is locked, Xema is not a human being and does not need to breathe such things.

He patted the arm and feet of the king of yellow clothes, and explained with a smile.

"It's me, crazy hell, Rope's "stand-in". Now I was divided into two existences by the power of the "Evil Gemini God", in order to complete the task assigned to me by the main body. Don’t look at me like this, thinking mode and memory are the same, and it’s okay to think of me as Rope..."

If it were killed like this, it would be a real laugh...

"…what?"

Hasta was taken aback, unconsciously let go of his arms and legs, and probed more closely.

"The magic of Roygal and Zal. The traces of transformation, and my handwriting... Indeed, indeed, the "Lalaier text" and the "Necromancer" are all lodged on your body..."

Hasta's voice trembled, and his expression was extremely contrasting. It's not like a Cthulhu that shocked the universe at all, it was like a little girl who did something wrong.

She fiddled with her index finger, her white cheeks flushed, and she smiled awkwardly.

"Hug, sorry. I just came here, and my reaction was a little slow...Before you called me, my believers over Lake Harry were performing a grand opera..."

"You don't need to explain, after all, it's because I didn't tell me the fault in the first place." After falling from the air, Xema allowed the absorbed blood to recirculate, and his face gradually became alive.

"Please forgive my rude call this time, not just to offer sacrifices for you. There are still some trivial things that need your help."

He pointed to the supreme artifact shining in the sky.

"I centered on the artifact of Lord Nyarlatotepu, and used the special abilities of the children of the stars to temporarily separate this town from the jurisdiction of the will of the world. Therefore, even if we mess around here, we won’t It affects the outside world, and will not be observed by your mortal enemy."

"Is this, this?" Hasta clutched his chest, his eyes filled with hope.

"Then Rope, you...uh."