Wenhao is my vest

Araya Aoki asked calmly: "Nyarlathotep, does this church above our heads also belong to 'your church'?"

Nyarlathotep let out a "ha" and waved his hand at Aoki Araya: "Come on, you've made such a big fuss recently, I've heard it all over here in Italy..."

Aoki Araya said that he had achieved his goal: "So you really know about the "Bungo Association"."

Nyarlathotep spread his hands: "Don't be so cold, Alaya."

Her arm was wrapped around Aoki Araya's neck like a soft boa constrictor, "I've always liked you very much, what I did before was just careless."

Aoki Araya was indifferent to her sexually suggestive movements - for this evil god, gestures and words are nothing but a mixture of deceit and temptation.

However, he still asked Naia a question: "Which thing are you referring to?"

There are too many facts that Nyarlathotep has done. Hearing this sentence, about seven or eight incidents that almost destroyed mankind appeared in Araya Aoki's mind immediately.

Seeing that Aoki Araya didn't respond at all, Nyarlathotep's posture quickly changed into a good brother's shoulder padding: "Oh," she laughed twice, with a false shame on her face , "It was the incident that accidentally helped humans create a nuclear bomb..."

Aoki Araya: "..." You have the nerve to mention it.

He raised his hand and slapped Nyarlathotep's restless paw hard.

Nyarlathotep didn't care, and clapped his hands happily: "That's it! Alaya, you look at me upset but you have to help me clean up the bad things I did. I really like it! You deserve it! It's the human I hate the most—"

Araya Aoki suddenly remembered something, and glanced back at Fyodor D.

Fyodor noticed his gaze, and retracted his staring gaze at the two, and smiled at Aoki Araya.

Objectively speaking, coupled with Fyodor's good looks, this smile can easily increase the favorability of others for him.However, Aoki Araya only felt that he could see the four characters "bad intentions" from this face.

Aoki Araya: "..."

Nyarlathotep you bastard with no mouth.

He estimated the time it would take for [Agatha] to come here, and found that it would only take five or six minutes, and his attitude towards Nyarlathotep couldn't help but become even more indifferent: "Your avatar has a really bad personality. .”

Nyarlathotep raised his hand, passed through the side of his neck, and casually lifted his hair: "After all, this place is full of followers of Cthugha."

Araya Aoki instantly understood what she meant: Cthugya is the deadly enemy of Nyarlathotep, and of course she doesn't like the believers of the deadly enemy—so, he deliberately squeezed an incarnation with a particularly bad personality to join the church. group.

Nyarlathotep glanced at him, and complained in turn: "It's you, Alaya. Why is it that your taste is still so bad after such a long time?"

She stretched out her hand and rubbed Aoki Araya's face with her index knuckles: "Although the silver hair and red eyes are indeed not bad, this personality is too typical, right? Compared to when you only had ideology before, it's just a little..."

Before Nyarlathotep finished speaking, another silver-haired young man broke into the sight of the three: "Mr. Aoki!"

After Hayato called out, he noticed the embarrassing position at the scene.

Not to mention the ambiguous movements between a man and a woman, the black-haired man with burning eyes standing beside the two of them has already made the whole composition subtle.

Hayato took a step back, and quickly recalled the characteristic culture of Italy in his mind.

He struggled to utter the words: "Mr. Aoki... Are you caught having an affair with someone else's lover?"

"No, what I mean is," Hayato Gujiji took out the bomb, "Could it be that, Mr. Aoki, you were jumped by a fairy?"

Nyarlathotep fell down on Aoki Araya's shoulders on the spot laughing.

She pointed to Fyodor: "This is from Alaya, I don't know his identity at all."

Fyodor tilted his head, suddenly took out a mobile phone from the pocket of his coat, turned on the camera at the two people in front of him, and took a photo with smooth movements.

Aoki Araya: "..." What are you doing.

He had only a bad feeling in his heart.

Hayato Gokuji still didn't understand the situation in front of him, so he turned his suspicious eyes to the direction of Aoki Araya.

Aoki Araya sighed, stretched out his hand, intending to pull Nyarlathotep up from his body before speaking.

However, no matter how hard an ordinary person with only five combat powers tried, it was impossible to push away the evil god incarnation.

Aoki Araya was a little helpless: "How long are you going to rely on me, Nyarlathotep."

Hayato Prison Temple also found that the situation seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

He took a few steps forward resolutely, and was also ready to help Aoki Araya lift him up.

Aoki Araya waved his hand at him and sighed: "No need."

The silver-haired man pointed to the woman leaning on him: "This is Nyarlathotep. Her situation is a bit complicated, but it's not that important now." The black-haired male who didn't make a sound, "This is the 'Magic Man' Fyodor D..."

Hayato Prison stopped his teasing: "Who?"

He felt as if he heard a name that shouldn't be here.

Fyodor tapped the surface of the oil lamp, and said with a smile: "Lan Shou of Vengley. You actually sent people away in advance, 'Alaya'."

However, Aoki Araya's side was still busy pushing and shoving with Nyarlathotep: "My subordinates are already on their way."

The implication is that if you don't want to be beaten, you should hurry up and get rid of it.

After saying this, he replied to Fyodor: "Since you already know, please leave now—or stay and let me deliver you to Japan's Supernatural Secret Service with my own hands."

He hasn't forgotten that Japan still has deep resentment towards the "Association of Writers".

Nyarlathotep grabbed Aoki Araya's shoulders, his eyes lit up: "Subordinates? I haven't heard of any subordinates you have before, aren't they always fighting alone?"

She was full of fear that the world would not be chaotic, and whistled very frivolously: "Let me see what interesting things you did before I knew it!"

Aoki Araya had a headache: "Can you have some image..."

The man in front of you has already guessed it, we both are some kind of existence higher than human beings.

As one of the IQ responsibilities among the evil gods, Nyarlathotep certainly understood what Araya Aoki meant.

She turned her head to look at Fyodor, narrowed her eyes and looked at the man for a few seconds, then said, "—Oh, another believer."

In this world, there is no one who knows more about the attitude of the fanatics than the gods.

Nyarlathotep immediately diverted the object of interest.

She changed her attitude of not having glanced directly at this man before, and threw an olive branch to Fyodor with particular enthusiasm: "I think you seem to be very suitable to be the leader of the sect..." The woman nodded her chin, " It just so happens that I am going to leave after completing this vote, do you want to inherit my religious order?"

Aoki Araya: "You are the leader of Cthugya's sect...?"

No, what's the point of doing such a thing?Could it be that he intends to disgust the opponent when he summons Cthugha?

After putting the oil lamp on the ground, Fyodor stood up again: "Which sect are you talking about?"

Nyarlathotep couldn't help laughing: "Why, do you think I will hand over the control of my followers to you?"

Fyodor shook his head.After pondering for a moment, he expressed his thoughts in a more beautiful way: "I just think that if you believe in your believers, they may have more distinctive personalities."

Nyarlathotep supported Aoki Araya's shoulders and straightened up, as if he just casually sighed: "What a human being who is good at deceiving."

Aoki Araya pushed her again, expressing her disgust to the fullest: "Compared to this, the focus now should be why you appear in Cthugya's religious group."

Nyarlathotep: "Huh?" She obviously felt that this matter was not as interesting as the current situation, so she put Aoki on Araya's shoulder and replied, "You seem to like this Fyodor quite a bit?"

Aoki Araya replied: "It is beneficial to the development of human beings to favor the outstanding people."

Nyarlathotep moved closer again: "I just said, your strict way of dealing with the world..."

Just halfway through her words, she abruptly withdrew her hand from Aoki Araya's shoulder.

However, due to the limitation of the avatar's power, the black light that suddenly appeared in midair still hit Nyarlathotep, chopping off the four fingers of her right hand at the root.

Nyarlathotep's finger fell to the ground and instantly turned into a black liquid, corroding the stone slab until it hissed.

At the same moment, terrifying red and black tentacles gushed out from the broken part of her palm that did not shed any blood, and transformed into four white and slender fingers under everyone's gaze.

Nyarlathotep shook his hand, puffed his cheeks and complained: "It hurts. I simulated the human nerve reflection this time."

Aoki Araya did not look at her, but turned to the only two human beings present——

Fyodor D and Hayato Gokuji.

If the two of them failed to accept the current situation and suddenly went crazy, Nyarlathotep would not be soft on others.

After his body shook obviously, Hayato supported his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "What is that?!"

Or, what the hell is going on right now! I won't talk about why the "devil" appeared here, and what's going on with this Nyarlathotep?

Moreover, he always felt that he had heard this name somewhere.

There was also a ripple in Fyodor's eyes.However, he calmed down quickly, and he couldn't even see any sequelae.

The man with black hair and purple eyes just asked rhetorically: "God?"

Aoki Araya said "Congratulations": "Nyarlathotep, it seems that you have been classified as a 'false god' by this believer."

Nyarlathotep smiled: "Why?"

Aoki Araya took two steps back, allowing [Agatha] who gradually appeared to block between him and Nyarlathotep: "Maybe it's because you look so disgusting."

——Although all the gods of the restraint system are like this.

Nyarlathotep's attitude changed faster than Sichuan opera.

She sneered at Aoki Araya, and was about to change form and swallow the body Aoki was using.

However, as soon as she thought about it, she couldn't help saying: "Eh?"

"So that's how it is," she stopped planning to make a big transformation in front of these people, "This is the ability of your subordinates."

"I felt it in the church before, someone wanted to manipulate my actions by changing the world line," Nyarlathotep patted the hem of his skirt, looked up at the ink-faced [Agatha] , "It's a pity that I am not the one who returns everything, and there is no way to trace who made it based on this clue."

She stretched out her hand again and stroked [Agatha]'s wrist: "It's such a voluntary appearance in front of me. What a surprise, you are the subordinate Alaya mentioned, right?"

Fyodor recalled the extremely smooth investigation that he and Aoki Araya had gone all the way, combined with what Nyarlathotep just said about "changing the world line"——

What a terrifying ability.

Fyodor couldn't help curling his lips: to some extent, he was even stronger than [Akutagawa Ryunosuke] who destroyed an entire forest.

From Aoki Araya's point of view, it was he who finally got rid of Nyarlathotep's physical entanglement, and his vest [Agatha] was entangled by this guy again.

Not to mention, [Agatha]'s spirit base was suddenly called out of bed to work overtime, and as soon as he arrived at the workplace, he was upset to see someone trying to harm Aoki Araya.

Therefore, under the influence of the dual negative emotions of Aoki Araya and [Agatha] Spirit Foundation, the attitude of this female literary hero is naturally very bad: "It's really like a dog can't spit out ivory."

However, Nyarlathotep had already been attracted by other things, and he didn't listen to [Agatha]'s mocking at her at all——the silver-haired woman grasped [Agatha]'s arm, carefully Observing the internal veins of the opponent's body: "Well, it turns out to be like this... What a clever way of existence."

Aoki Araya and [Agatha] got goosebumps at the same time, and shook off Nyarlathotep: "What are you doing?!"

Nyarlathotep approached persistently: "Your existence can already be called the crystallization of human wisdom, right? ——Although the existence of human beings is small and ridiculous, it seems that they are still a bit desirable occasionally. at."

Aoki Araya was silent for a moment: "...What are you doing?"

Originally thought it was seen that [Agatha] was under Alaya's control.In the end, are you just sexually harassing my Heroic Spirit?

Nyarlathotep circled around [Agatha]: "Hmm, sure enough, it was just an ordinary upgrade..." She stopped here, "What's your name? ?”

【Agatha】The last bit of drowsiness was woken up by this man.

Her spirit base was poking Aoki Araya wildly, asking him what was going on.

At this time, Aoki Araya finally understood what Nyarlathotep meant.

He was silent for a while, but still asked in front of everyone: "Agatha is my subordinate. Do you want to poach someone?"

Nyarlathotep said confidently: "It's just an ordinary belief, how can it be called poaching?"

For some reason, Aoki Araya suddenly remembered the strange behavior of [Ellen Poe] preaching to Orihara Rinya when he didn't agree with each other when he was in Ikebukuro.

——It seems that [Ellen Poe] is not so special, but because the entire restraint circle has this style of painting that likes to force others to believe in religion.

[Agatha] said that she wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

So, Aoki Araya asked [Agatha] to light a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After half a minute, she finally calmed down a bit, and returned to her usual state of being unable to get excited about everything.

[Agatha] raised a question: "Do you need believers that much?"

Rather, this is Aoki Araya's question.Logically speaking, Nyarlathotep does not need believers to maintain herself or increase her strength, so her strangely enthusiastic attitude towards [Agatha] naturally cannot be justified.

Nyarlathotep blinked and replied: "I originally planned to crush all their hopes bit by bit in front of these Cthugha believers."

"That is to say, first summon that idiot, and then use the second layer above the altar..."

Aoki Araya: "..."

You really want to summon your own old enemy.

"However, since you came out, Alaya, let's forget it." Nyarlathotep said generously, "I think Agatha is more fun than that stupid idiot of Cthugya. Completely You can let her create a religious group, and then teach with the local Cthugya..."

Aoki Araya: "...do you think this is possible?"

Nyarlathotep was full of grievances, stretched out his hand and pulled [Agatha]'s sleeve: "Is it not possible?"

Aoki Araya, also known as [Agatha], had a cold expression on his face: "I can't."

Nyarlathotep blinked and gave up readily: "Forget it."

Aoki Araya didn't believe what the god said at all.

Sure enough, her next sentence was: "After all, the operation method of becoming my believer is too common," Nyarlathotep said with a smile, "Alaya, the existence you showed me—"

Aoki Araya added: "Heroic spirit."

"Heroic Spirits," Nyarlathotep answered, "I have observed carefully, the existence of Heroic Spirits can allow the consciousness of 'us' to rely on it—"

"It's so interesting, in this barren universe, such a thing can happen!" She hugged [Agatha]'s arm and rubbed it, "Shall we exchange one-on-one? My rival sect, in exchange for letting 'myself' possess [Agatha]'s consciousness!"

**

Brandon Jesso considers himself a very cheerful and good-natured young man who loves the world.

——Although saying this sentence would make his best friend Xiaozheng unable to bear the stomachache, Bailan Jesso still believed so firmly.

So, when he received a message from "The Devil" Fyodor D, he opened the email without hesitation.

After all, although he no longer intends to destroy the world, and has rectified his evil ways under Pengoilei's supervision, this does not mean that Bailan Jesso doesn't like going to the theater.

The email sent by Fyodor D was not long, and it was a request for information about another world.

Brandon Jesso was lying in the dormitory eating marshmallows. After browsing the contents of Fyodor D's email, he closed the email with a bored face and dragged it into the trash can.

Although I don't know how the information dealer used to pass the news in without disturbing Pengel's surveillance personnel, Bailan Jesuo has seen such requests as "wanting to know information about another world". There were so many that it was difficult for him to be interested in it.

Bai Lan quickly put the matter behind her.He is usually very busy, not only to visit Youni, but also to find out more new ways to play tricks on Xiaozheng.

Therefore, when he received an email from Fyodor D again, Bailan Jesso, who lived a very leisurely life every day, almost completely forgot the email that this person sent to him before.

When he recalled the content of the email Fyodor sent to himself before, Bailan Jesso almost dragged the email into the trash can.

However, before he really did this, he suddenly had a good idea in his mind-maybe he could report this to Pengo Lie, and let them solve the "Mafia", so that he could watch a game between the old Italian mafia and Russia. A dog-eat-dog game among emerging tipsters.

So, after shifting his fingers a little, Bailan Jesso still clicked on the email.

To his surprise, there was no further request for cooperation.

There is only one photo in the email.Moreover, it is obviously a photo that has been intercepted.

The silver-haired, red-eyed young man had a helpless face, trying to push someone who only showed his arms away.

Bailan Jesso felt that the person in the photo looked familiar,

He was sure that his self in a certain world had seen this man before.

However, since there are too many worlds, Bai Lan thought for a while before remembering the specific information about this man.

The smile that had always been on his face turned into a rare seriousness.

Bailan Jesso clicked the "Reply to Email" button, tapped the keyboard letter by letter, and replied to Fyodor D who didn't know where he was:

"The person in the photo, where is he now?"

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Prynne: I have a bit of ptsd with this guy in the photo.