The Endless Shuttle

Cthulhu, one of the "Four Elements", personally gave instructions.

This made Rope, who was originally looking at the stage, couldn't help but look sideways.

"You see, when you talk about power, you become energetic."

Hasta chuckled lightly.

"However, this time I am not here to guide you personally. There are differences in our divinities, and I have a more suitable target."

"?"

As soon as the question arose in the heart of the black-haired youth, the "result" of this sentence was revealed.

An ancient, vast but not strong feeling, forcibly opened Rope's perception of being closed in daily life.

He instantly turned his head and looked at the side door of the opera hall.

Click, click, click.

It is like the sound of barefoot stepping on the ground, with a texture of gravel.

"You should get "time" from Yug. This is a very, very strong divinity, but I don't know much about this divinity. "

Hasta continued.

"So I sold my face, let the guy who understands "time" descend into this world with a weak incarnation, and give Rope some help from your predecessors. "

"...You are too smart."

Rope smiled bitterly.

The other girls looked at the slight gaffe of the black-haired youth and the side door making a noise in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

Soon, an aura of decay hit his face.

The side door was decayed into dust, and a thin figure stepped into the opera house.

That is the appearance of a young girl.

Although the appearance can be called beautiful, but the long hair that looks like a mixture of gold and green, the thin body that makes people feel unhealthy, the shabby white robe and the dull eyes, all give people a dull look. feel.

Every inch of the land that the girl walked through seemed to have been baptized for countless years, weathered and turned into dust. Her palm is like holding time, and the sense of confusion of space and time that crosses her body is enough to make ordinary people go crazy.

She is an ancient person of dry time, a Cthulhu whose existence cannot even be confirmed, and a forbidden book read by Rope in the last world, the **** described in "The Testament of Canamangos".

In addition to the "one of all things" Yug Sotos, another old ruler of time.

"..."Those who walked past the dust" His Majesty Kwache Utaus. "

Chapter 68: A gift from the "Treading on the Dust", the divinity of time is enhanced

"Treading the dust" Kwache Utaus is a rather secret evil god.

No one knows where it originated, and no one knows when it will die.

Even the polymath who wanders in spiritual time, the great race of Isth knows very little about this god.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this evil **** possesses the power to manipulate the passage of time in a broad sense, and often grants certain magicians who are lucky enough to be summoned to immortal.

Kwache Utaus is different from other super-harmful deities. It is very lazy and casual. In an unknown dimension, it does not participate in any fights or wars, and even dominates the old days, which is always in a state of "sacred laziness". Satogua, the "God of Toads", is more active than it.

This also led to Kwache Utaus being one of the few evil gods left behind by the ancient gods.

Of course, there are also reasons why the ancient gods were unable to judge the true location of the "walking through the dust".

Today, this ancient evil **** appeared in front of Luo Pei in the form of an incarnation.

The girl in a rag robe stepped on the decayed dust, her dim and dim eyes rolled, and dropped what could barely be called a "line of sight" on Hasta.

The next moment, the moment before the girl's voice sounded, Rope acted.

Driven by bad feelings, the black-haired youth transferred the four ordinary girls, including Nangong Nayue and Nina, and sent them out of this large opera house.

Rope's hunch is very accurate.

After Kwache Utaus spoke, the ancient and long unknown language echoed in the opera hall.

The perception of time began to change, and "time to speak" and "time to reality" were separated.

The red velvet seats went from shabby to decay, and then to the dark dust scattered on the ground. The stage is full of dilapidated scenes, as if Rope is no longer a beautifully decorated new opera hall, but a ruin that has been washed away by time.

In this bizarre scene, the only two who are not affected are Rope and Hasta.

——This is the power of "walking through the dust".

Although it was an extremely weak incarnation, even though no power was used, Kwache Utaus's mere act of "speaking and making a sound" caused an abnormal change in the passage of time.

Hasta still kept smiling, and answered in a language similar to but different from Kwache Utaus.

The thin girl was taken aback for a moment, and then changed to a language familiar to Rope.

"The glory belongs to Kalksa, and the strength belongs to the master of the deep sky stars. Hastuna, the whistleblower of the passive wind, I never imagined that in the humble time passing by, I still have a meeting with you again. day……"

Kwache Utaus did not use "Hastur" to call the king of yellow clothes, but a strange, like a nickname called "Hasturna".

"The recorder at the end, Kwache Utaus, I didn't expect to invite you from within the world."

Hasta said with a smile.

"But there are some things that I have to rely on you anyway. I am really not very good at this matter."

"Since it is your request, then I have no reason to refuse."

Although the voice was dry as if tantrums, it was nothing more than the characteristic of Kwache Utaus.

"Treading the dust" is a very gentle and generous deity, otherwise she would not bestow "eternal life" on mortals who are not even believers, but ordinary magicians.

The thin girl shifted her eyes and looked directly at the black-haired young man.

"Is that you? The highly anticipated callers..."Chaos" Nyaratotip, "All Things One" Yug Sotos, and "The Most High Mother" Sab. Nicholas embraced you. With an optimistic view, even Hastuna would not hesitate to make a request to me as the "four elements" Yan Xiang, you are indeed extraordinary. "

"Thanks to the love of the gods, I will remember it in my heart."

Luo Pei leaned over to salute respectfully.

The thin girl raised her hand, interrupting the black-haired youth's etiquette slightly boringly.

"It’s not necessary for me. I didn’t even participate in the original war, and naturally I didn’t have the idea of ​​participating in your experience at the moment. Standing here is also to respond to Hastuna’s request and leave your etiquette to your side. The ruler of the wind."