The Endless Shuttle

"Haha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha—! Repair Benheim Monastery? Timepiece Tower? Hahaha, sure enough! Sure enough!" His blue eyes were full of crazy colors.

"This is destined! The laurel belongs to Cornelus Aruba!!"

Koeniles Aruba, who was tempted by only a little bit of news from the root cause, was about to go mad, a little pity appeared in Huang Ye Zonglian's deep eyes.

Isn't he a person who runs away with this root cause?

For thousands of years, the tragic wish of all magicians——

After a long speechless, the blond and red man calmed down.

After all, it is a cold-blooded and ruthless magician who thinks differently from ordinary people. Cornelius Aruba stared at the classmate who had just informed him with a hostile and suspicious gaze.

"Huangye, since it is the inevitable road to the root, why would you choose to tell me?"

His voice became cold.

Magicians are a group of extremely selfish, unscrupulous people for their ideals. If the method Huang Ye Zonglian said was true, why didn't he enjoy it alone, but chose him who was far away in the monastery?

Cornelius Aruba is not a fool.

"I can't reach the end alone. The resistance on that road is so desperate."

Huang Ye Zonglian opened his coat, and the necrotic blue flesh and blood on the marble-carved body was so conspicuous.

Luo Pei contained a blow from the power of "Hercules". Although he was connected with bones and repaired his internal organs, it was not so easy to heal the scars of the muscles and muscles of Huang Ye Zonglian who relied on physical power to eat.

"...You of the fighting faction can't beat the opponent?"

"I was seriously injured in one blow, and I was able to survive and stand in front of you, because the other party didn't want to kill me."

Hearing that, Aruba's face changed completely.

He knew how powerful Huang Ye Zonglian was, and his combat power was not comparable to his kind of academics. Distinguishing the six levels of enchantment inside and outside, plus an experienced and well-tempered body, any magician will not get much benefit from fighting against Huang Ye Zonglian.

"Who is the other party? Brand...no, the magician of the Grand? Or is it a dead man with a lifespan of more than five hundred years?"

Or the ancestors of only twenty-seven dead men--

Cornelus Aruba did not dare to ask these words, his reason refused to accept the encounter with such a desperate enemy on the fascinating path of roots. The existence that can rank among the twenty-seventh ancestors of the dead is a monster among monsters.

"neither."

Huang Ye Zonglian denied, but before Cornelius Aruba breathed a sigh of relief, the monk's next sentence made the magician in red almost jump.

"The other party is a **** resurrected from Shindai."

"Varied--"

Aruba's expression was distorted, trying to find traces of lies from Huang Ye Zonglian's face.

no.

"God——!? Huang Ye Zonglian, are you kidding me!?"

Aruba's stick fell to the ground, and he no longer cared about his gentlemanly demeanor.

"God! God! What a funny joke! Hahaha! Modern, where there is no fantasy species, Huangye, you told me that there is a **** in this extremely eastern island country!? Just the city under our feet!?"

"The opponent has the power to manipulate the weather. Cornelus Aruba, you know what it means."

"..."

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, in ancient times belonged to the authority of the gods.

Neither humans nor dead men have the qualifications to control it.

Cornelius Aruba didn't know the true ancestor's ability, otherwise he might correct this sentence in his mind.

"What a joke!"

He cursed in a low voice, and regardless of the cane he had thrown on the ground, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going."

"Do you still need to ask! Run away from this ghost place! A god, if my brain is not moldy, I will definitely not be with you waiting to die!"

"I have had contact once, but the other party's attitude is still unclear."

Huang Ye Zonglian still had that steady tone: "We still have a chance. This resistance is so great, it also proves the correctness of the path I chose."

"This time, it's true."

Cornelus Aruba stopped.

The magician's tragic wish is an irresistible temptation.

His expression was like a face change in Sichuan Opera. He changed several times, and finally gritted his teeth and rooted his footsteps on the ground with considerable perseverance.

"...Can the other party's true identity be judged?" He still had a glimmer of hope.

If the identity of the gods is just a little **** who is not worth mentioning, then as human beings, they may still have a little hope.

"When I fought for a short time, a ten-phase wheel appeared behind that god, with ancient Persian characters."

Huang Ye Zonglian broke the illusion of Aruba.

"I rummaged through the myths of ancient Persia, and I found a **** who was more than 90% similar to the god. "Avista" Volume 3 Ashit Chapter 14 "Bahram Ashit ", the ancient Persian **** of war and victory named Bahram, alias Veleslana."

"..."

Even though he was mentally prepared, after hearing what Huang Ye Zonglian said, Cornelus Aruba still turned pale as if he had been slammed into the chest by someone.

"The God of Victory... I didn't run away when I heard this. I think I must be crazy..."

"I need to create a large enchantment that is comparable to the inherent enchantment. For this, I need your technology to "just rely on the brain to continue to make people survive." "

"Hmph, whatever you want."

Aruba said irritably: "Huangye, I am only responsible for providing technology. If the situation is not good, I will get out of your plan, and then plan another way to the root cause."

"Can."

The conditions were not excessive, Huang Ye Zonglian nodded and agreed.

"What are your plans now?"

"I have to go to the Clock Tower. The two of us are too unsafe. I don't want to die in this kind of place!"