The Endless Shuttle

Lamia said sincerely.

"Thank you for everything you have done for us, thank you."

Came under the command of the terrifying human beings, the final trial demon king, but it has reached a new beginning of happiness.

I'm afraid that any of Hakata's existence can't be imagined, right?

"It doesn't matter, as long as everyone is happy."

Rope waved his hand and said indifferently.

"I will prepare a dinner for you tonight. Leave my happiness at the banquet to express."

Along with these words, the gloomy hall of the Demon Palace was filled with a faint cheerful atmosphere.

But before it lasted long, Bai Ye knocked on his head with a folding fan.

"I almost forgot, Rope, I may not be able to attend tonight's banquet."

White-haired Lolita said.

"The "Yasha" Godhead that Sakyamuni gave you is still with you, right? Give it to me, and I might go to the lower level in a few days and take up the position of class dominator. "

"Did you discuss the results?"

He had long heard of Bai Ye who wanted to go to the lower ranks to serve as the class dominator.

It's just that at that time the Hakatai knights were still serving as "full-power class dominators," so discussions at the top were just planning for the future.

Now that the family of vampires has collapsed, Bai Ye has just filled the vacancy.

"Well, I personally also want to go to the lower level to play small games, the upper level games are all too big."

Bai Ye looked at Leticia and asked.

"Should the former lady full-time dominator have no objection?"

"How come?" Leticia said quickly: "It is the blessing of the lower class to be able to get a powerful class dominator like you."

"I think so too. They bring me entertainment, and I bring them peace, mutual benefit, and mutual benefit."

As he said, Bai Ye sighed again.

"I really envy Rope that you can move between the upper and lower levels freely. I am in trouble here... It is obviously the final trial of human beings. The treatment given to us by Hakata is really different."

"This is your own choice?" Rope joked with a smile.

White-haired Lolita glared at Luo Pei and shook her fan.

"I don't care, you have to come to the lower floor to accompany me after you are busy. Anyway, wherever you are. It's better to go to the lower floor with me for a while and experience different customs."

"Good good, I promise you."

Finally, after Bai Ye left, the day of the magic palace ended from the cheerful banquet.

The pure-blood princess sisters of the vampire king officially settled in "Wanxiang Wuyou".

Chapter 53 "Dystopian Daughter" Canary, Rope's New Vest

People living in the "closed world. Dystopia" are happy.

There is no struggle, no discrimination, no disease. They live the same life every day, every hour and every second every month, and they basically don’t even know what “unfortunate” means.

Without misfortune, what is naturally left is happiness.

Moreover, the gods also believe that this situation is conducive to ideological education, deviation knowledge, and the improvement of human breeds. He believes that this is the correct way for gods and people to get along, and praises the "dystopia" in the name of "building an ideal home."

But a good **** scoffed at this.

No, there are many gods who scoff at this matter, but only his behavior and resistance are the most fierce.

——The name of the **** is Kloya. Baron.

He is the **** of death, love, and life of Haitian Voodoo in South America. Given the various names of "Reaper at the Crossroads", "Baron of the Cross", and "Demon King in Tuxedo" by the history of mankind, it is rare to have both the demon king and the gods at the same time, and it is in the four-digit strength of the Hakata garden.

This **** of death, who is in charge of life and death, love and happiness, loves mankind more than anyone, and is more willing to believe in the possibilities of mankind than anyone else.

For Cloya, the existence of dystopia cannot be tolerated, and all the gods who support it should die.

You want people to live without knowing the deliciousness of cigars and the toxicity of second-hand smoke? You want people to live but don't understand the joy of wine and learn from its toxicity? You want people to give birth to life without knowing the difference between loveless and loving sex?

——Go to your mother god!

Even if he was insulted as a cult god, even if he was spread false rumors that he was the overlord of the black magic, even if his claim as a **** was trampled on, and his beloved followers were ravaged one by one, the **** of death never stopped fighting.

The vulgar **** of death cursed loudly at those nominal compatriots, even if he was alone, he would find the possibility of mankind, and bury the dystopia in Hakata and human history.

For this purpose, Gloria Baron even risked his fall and came to the west of Hakatai, which was enveloped by the dystopian demon alone.

The lingua was worn out and fell from the lofty position of the **** of death, turning into a thin silhouette monster.

"Baron of the Cross" Cloya Baron still did not give up.

He wants to protect the possibilities of mankind and the qualifications of mankind to create miracles.

If he could exchange his vulgar life for the salvation of the closed world, death would be extremely happy. As long as he can stand in front of the group of gods who support turning humans into domestic animals, and finally raise his **** proudly, he feels worth it.

Therefore, even if Cloya is about to be unable to maintain himself, he is still advancing on the dystopian land.

Reaper's persistence is great, and it's almost lost.

But the power of dystopia is equally great.

After walking on the ground for a long time, the people he met were unsullied people who couldn't understand his behavior. Seeing those faces of innocence coexisting with nothingness, death was bleeding in his heart.

——Even one, please wake up.

Reaper's begging was not answered, and Wushou harmlessly hovered over the dystopia.

until one day.

"Do you want to see... the world outside the walls?"

The silhouette monster routinely asks a girl who is a dystopian inhabitant

The girl has golden hair and exudes a sweet fragrance.

"Don't you want to know what is moving? On the top of the wall thousands of meters high, there is an iron gate leading to the outside world. There are novelties that you will not be able to taste in your whole life, and it will also bring you unparalleled excitement. If you want, I will take you out of here."