K-type Mage

It's a dark, blood-colored space of steep red rocks and sandy beaches that smell of sulfur.

In it, all you can hear is the endless howling wind.It was so desolate that not a single blade of grass grew, not even flying insects.

Such a place, even the most adventurous would not want to stay here for long.

But now, looking down from a high altitude, there is a small figure standing on the highest mountain; after zooming in, one can find that it is a tall and thin black-haired young man with a dark blue windbreaker and bottomless pupils.

That is, source deep.

"...Gah, where did this come from in a different space." He rubbed his brows, gritted his teeth, "Bastard—it doesn't matter who it is."

This projection is still not good at this time.If the main body comes, you can follow the connection directly and go back to the world where Natsume Takashi is. Now you still have to be careful to find a gap in the hard barrier.

I thought it was a crack linking to the world of the undead, but after entering it, I found this barren place where there are not even a single ghost - I was tricked twice in a row!

What's worse is that he still hasn't figured out which guy did it.Is Nyarlathotep the real god, or his best friend who may be in an unknown situation?Or... other hot chicks who know about his past?

He almost doubted his IQ.

After all, he is also a 200-year-old monster, but he is so entangled in this kind of thing that he is asking for trouble.

"..."

Gee.

He paced back and forth irritably, thinking either way would be super pissed off...and broken.

I don't know where this different space came from, and he hasn't been here for a long time, but judging from the behavior of the other party deliberately playing him, it probably wants to lure him away-there is a problem with the flow of time.

The spiritual tentacles have found a gap, Yuanshen thought about the things he might face in the world after he left, and prepared to move the time of his return a few times forward.

The fluctuation of time and space distorted a bit, and there was a familiar and disgusting smell from the other end, the destination.

【Fragmented pages of Tatar】.

Yuan Shen: "..."

Where did the hot chicken deity get involved with [Tatar]?No, the gravity of this summoning...

He pursed his lips, frowned and stopped the jumping timeline.

...It seems that he is the one who summoned it?

real or fake?Who would trust someone like him...

Although he thought so, Yuan Shen, who was indeed curious and had a premonition because of such a call, obeyed the call without much hesitation.

——After all, he was very curious about why there was another [Tatar Fragmented Page].

Is it still left?

--In summary.

Yuan Shen was summoned.

He appeared in a dimly lit room with an offering in front of him.

……

Gojo Satoru: "Wow."

Xia Youjie: "...Hey."

The huge cyan-blue candle was blown out, and the room was plunged into darkness. A light wind from nowhere lingered around everyone, bringing a decaying, dry sulfur breath.

"Six Eyes" did see——

In the dark, at the so-called "altar", a strange crack suddenly appeared, and now a hand protruding from the enlarged black crack after the believer knelt down.

It was a hand that was so pale and lifeless, as if it had emerged from the cold pool of thousands of years, followed by legs, body, and finally the head.

After the eyes were able to adapt, the black figure with a hood that appeared on the altar caused the believers who looked up to let out a suppressed exclamation, and knelt more straightly.

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses: "...Jie."

Xia Youjie squinted his eyes. He still couldn't see clearly, but he was ready to attack. After hearing the voice of his best friend, he just hummed from his nasal cavity: "Huh?"

The voice of the strongest magician was a little erratic, as if he had seen something unbelievable: "Do you think...human beings can be summoned?"

How can it be.Xia Youjie wanted to say that.However, he realized that the other party could not suddenly mention this matter, so he looked more vigilantly at the altar with the black human figure: "Is that...human?"

The black figure bent down and picked up the torn page that was placed on the tray with its back, gave a soft "huh", then straightened up, and snapped its fingers.

The candles in the four corners lit up again, this time in warm yellow.

The appearance of a black figure appeared in front of everyone in the room.Wearing a very modern windbreaker, only half of his face is exposed under the hood, standing there seems to make people hallucinate the death breath of blood, fire and brimstone.

"My God, you have answered our call..." The leading believer was trembling with excitement, kneeling forward, not daring to look up at the other person's face, "Are you satisfied with the sacrifice?"

"..." Under the warm candlelight, the "god" who looked at the paper with his head slightly lowered lifted his hand to take off his hood, his pale face was also dyed with gentle color, but his expression was so cold that he ignored everything and made people Indifference like falling into an ice cellar.

"Very satisfied." He said, his voice didn't match his expression at the moment, it was as soft as the song of a siren on the sea, with a demagogic charm, "sleep, the dream will come true."

He walked down the altar, and the believers in black robes fell to the ground wherever he passed, but they all had dreamy smiles on their faces.

... This god doesn't seem easy to get along with.Xia Youjie secretly thought, turned to look at his best friend, and found that he was eager to try.

"..." He bumped him with his arm and asked "what do you want" with his eyes.

Gojo Satoru smiled at him, jumped off the beam, and greeted him with his hands in his pockets: "Ah, Mr. Yuan, what a coincidence!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

He resigned himself to jumping down too.What to do if you have a friend who is not afraid of anything, of course it goes along.

However, he still felt that the scene in front of him was extremely mysterious.

Mr. Yuan, who has been missing for half a month, and the missing persons who are suspected to be related to the recent serial incidents in Japan—why did they appear at the cult summoning ceremony?

"Long time no see, Mr. Yuan." Xia Youjie greeted him like this, as the person who saw the other party for the last time... He was in a complicated mood at the moment.

"..." Yuan Shen took a look at them, and when he nodded, he threw the piece of paper into the storage room as if nothing had happened. He could see how long it had been here, and now he only felt a headache, "Is the matter serious?"

"It's a bit serious. Mr. Yuan, are you a god? And the sacrifice is that kind of thing—" Gojo Satoru said jokingly, pulling his voice out.

"That kind of thing" is being washed clean, not even bloody, and placed on a tray.

They all remember very clearly, the other party's dislike of the "evil god who needs to be summoned" on the rooftop of Yokohama Academy.

"There's no need to try." The summoned person was suffering so much that he almost choked up, but he still had that indifferent expression, "I'm not a god."

"But you were summoned." Gojo Satoru continued, with an aggressive attitude, "Can you tell us where you went before? Mr. Yuan~"

"Yes, we will be very distressed if we don't understand, Mr. Yuan." Xia Youjie also joined in, "Is it related to your best friend?"

At this moment, the duo of best friends is completely testing on the edge of Yuanshen's taboo line, and they also have this consciousness.

They all thought that the other party would be angry, or something else, in short, they would show different expressions.

Yuan Shen: "..."

"You really have a tacit understanding, the relationship is really good." He smiled, and looked extraordinarily gentle like the little boy's guardian, "This kind of thing is not important, the important thing is--what you are facing now is only based on It’s hard to figure it out on your own.”

"So don't waste any more time." He changed the subject, frankly and without concealment, "Want to enter that different space? No problem."

The black crack opened again, but there was a moon-like light visible to the naked eye at the other end.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

No way...the mouth is really strict.

But let's try again.

Thinking of this, Wujo Wu opened his mouth and came: "You are really kind, a man of all shapes and appearances, the Lord of Glory and Destiny—"

Yin and Yang are very angry.