The Endless Shuttle

Kwache Utaus sighed again.

"Anyway, you and the elect, the gods and the elect, have nothing to do with me. I just watched by the side. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future."

The thin girl stood up and looked at Rope, who was regaining his human form in mid-air.

"My mission is over here, and I should leave this material-based world. There are boring scenes everywhere, fragile materials everywhere, which really tires my heart... The caller has won me. With the knowledge of, plus the divinity and gift of Yug Sotos, there should be no more confusion about the future direction along with "time." "

Kwache Utaus' body gradually disintegrated, and the weak incarnation was dissipating.

"My old friend, I look forward to another day in the future, and the time to meet is not the "end"..."

It may be that the words of "walking by the dust" made Hasta displeased. The king of yellow clothes did not send the ancient evil **** of time, but just stared at Rope's body.

Caller...Lope...

The figure of the black-haired young man was reflected in the remaining apathetic eyes of the thin girl.

You will become hope, but you will also bring despair... In the end it will become like this, let me wait and see...

"Treading the dust" Kwache Utaus left this world and returned to the kingdom of its unknown dimension.

Hasta lit the handrail anxiously, and what Quache Utaus said just now made her very unhappy.

Cthulhus are very willful.

No matter how gentle and casual they are, they are also the mess of the multiverse. The word "control" will only appear when you are in a good mood.

"It's unpleasant...Nyarlatotepu, Cthulhu, Nyogda, Ketugya, Sab. Nicholas... It would be nice to kill them all... so no one can Robbed Rope with me............"

Of course, this is just to think about it.

The gods inside, except for Nyogda, are not the great evil gods who are not inferior to Hasta. Nyaratotip and Sab. Nicholas are even more powerful than Hasta, the two of three gods.

What's more dramatic is that a certain system lady in Rope's body also has this view.

But she didn't need to "think about" this level at all.

Azalea's incomparable status made her list not only include the above-mentioned evil gods, but also Hasta, who is now complaining constantly, and she is fully capable of shooting them one by one.

——The premise is that she returns to her ontology.

This is probably an alternative portrayal of the praying mantis catching the cicada, the oriole behind, and the hunter behind.

Rope's sublimation is complete.

The black-haired youth returned to the ground, opening eyes that seemed to contain stars.

"What a beautiful dream..."

"Rope, how do you feel?"

After all, it was the king of yellow clothes. The moment Rope regained consciousness, Hasta put on an incomparably friendly smile.

"Undoubtedly, it's pretty good."

Rope felt the skyrocketing of the divine nature of "time," and his whole person seemed to be radiant.

There is nothing sweeter than strength.

The favorite thing of black-haired youth.

"Where is Your Majesty Kwache Utaus?"

"It has left."

Hasta brandished a folding fan to restore the broken opera house.

"The most unbearable thing about Kwache Utao is the fragile material world. Well, every evil **** has its own quirks. There is nothing to be surprised about."

"Really, it's a pity, I haven't had time to express my gratitude to that majesty."

"Say thanks..." Hasta breathed heavily. "Shouldn't that be something for me?"

The black-haired youth blinked and looked at the red-haired blonde girl.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to enjoy the opera tonight. Just now, the power of Kwache Utaus has turned the actors into dust. It's a little regrettable..."

"Well?"

"But it might be a good opportunity. There is no other existence to bother us at this moment, right?"

A few tentacles sprang from Hasta's back and pulled Rope to her side.

The human form of the king of yellow clothes is not as tall as a black-haired youth. The girl buried her head in Rope's chest and looked up at him with a slightly charming look.

"Rope, your favorite... I will dedicate it to you tonight..."

"I just moved those girls away, so I should explain it now..."

"That kind of ants, anything is good!"

Hasta, who suddenly became enthusiastic, completely dismantled Rope's parry.

In fact, the black-haired youth did not resist.

As Hasta said, this is his favorite thing.

...

When the demigod and the evil **** were fighting fiercely, the four girls were transferred out, with a bewildered face standing on the top of the tower of the cornerstone gate, looking at the bright full moon hanging in the night sky for a long time without a word.

"……What should we do now?"

Nina asked without strength.

Nangong held his forehead with a headache that month.

"go home."

"Huh? Just go back like this?"

"He sent us out. Naturally, there are things that are inconvenient for us to know. You have also read Luopei's works. There are some things that the more you know, the better."

Gothic Lolita looked at her evening dress and sneered slightly.

"It's rare for me to wear this shameful outfit...really..."