The Endless Shuttle

"No matter what you are thinking about, what kind of pain you plan to bring to the world with madness, as long as I am here, you will not succeed."

"...Do you know that kid? In this world, you have put my name Nyaratotip to shame."

The Cthulhu girl slightly changed her posture, just like Kratos's most classic action in "God of War", supporting her cheek with her right hand and looking coldly at the braided saint.

"This is also impossible. After all, the power this incarnation possesses is so small that it is disgusting, whether it is "future observation", "causal setting", "reality transformation", "time tearing"... these, my this If the body can't do it, plus a little selfish action without authorization, it is only natural for you to take advantage of the loopholes. "

-The price of the loser.

"However, even so, even if I am in a state where I am unable to act or sway my strength, do you think that your faint firefly can shake my existence?"

"...I will only do my best to fulfill my mission. Protecting the world and humanity is the meaning of my existence as a hero."

Joan walked forward, and the steel boots stepped on the etching formation.

The magic power was rising, and the sheathed blade worn by the saint on the right seemed to be preparing.

"Ha, the saint of France... When looking through human history, I also briefly cast my sights on your deeds, a typical betrayal."

The most understood evil **** of mankind-Nyarlatotepu.

The silver-haired girl laughed, a little gloomy.

"Rope left your life, so I won't kill you either. But punishment for this kind of thing must be a little bit. Since it is a woman in the Middle Ages, then surely mankind has an understanding of the creation of interesting instruments of torture in that era, right? Runners, wooden slings, torture tables... When will the lady of the saint break down?"

Joan turned a deaf ear and went from walking to running.

Leaping up, waving the spear, carrying the sacred flag of iris, smashing it towards the evil **** girl.

Niyako didn't move, nor could he move.

But when the sharp tip of the spear was about to reach Nayazi's cheek, Jeanne suddenly widened his eyes and retracted the spear to the defense.

——Boom!

The saint was knocked out.

Naako looked behind the throne and said with satisfaction.

"Good job, my humble and lovely hunter."

"——!"

Unspeakable terrible howl.

Above Naiazi, flying in the sky is a huge creature that resembles a poisonous snake. It has a weird and twisted head and appendages with huge hooks. It leans on the terrifying huge wings like black rubber, and floats easily in the air.

The upper servant race-HuntingHorror.

The power of these light-phobic hunters in the dark cannot be underestimated, and this cave happens to be the favorite environment of the terrorist hunters.

—— Cthulhu, how could he not make any preparations after knowing the state of powerlessness.

Chapter 90 Night, Nun, Church

At the foot of the hillside looking at the sea, there was no more scent of people after Joan and Nero left.

The atmosphere of absolute silence is so cold, walking on such a street, I am afraid that even adults will feel a little bit of awe and fear.

But Rope is different.

An occultist who should have lived in the dark and worked with demons and monsters, it would be better to say that such an environment fits his identity.

Taking steps not hurriedly or slowly, judging from his expression, the black-haired demon is in a pretty good mood.

A few minutes ago, Nyarlatotepu of Yuanzang Mountain sent a word of the soul. Tonight's goal, Joan of Arc of France has appeared in front of the Cthulhu girl.

"Don't I need to go there?" he asked in a low voice.

‘It’s not necessary, I can handle it. ’

In his mind, Nayako's voice was very brisk, and he obviously didn't pay attention to Joan of Arc, the discriminatory follower.

‘Hunting Horror is playing with the saint, just to ease the boredom of sitting here and not being able to do anything. Besides, this girl didn't carry the Holy Grail on her body. Little Rope came over to speed up the process of arresting her. ’

"Isn't a hunter not enough?"

Rope frowned.

The servants of Nyarlatotepu, the light-fearing snake hunter, are good, and the rank of the upper servant race also proves that they are not a cowardly race. However, in case Joan of Arc does not care about anything, initiating the ritual to destroy the Great Holy Grail by "The Saint of Red Lotus", Anglaju Akbar, is likely to disrupt their plan.

‘Relax. ’

Naiyazi chuckled disapprovingly.

‘Do you think that my mortal enemy is only Nyogda? After tens of millions of years of dealings with the big fireball, Ketugya, I can’t be more clear about the "flame". The crystallization of concepts, the flames of relieving certain things, is not a rare thing. ’

As I said before, there will always be a fight in the nest between the Cthulhu and the Cthulhu. Nyogda is a typical, but not the most famous.

The most famous is the grievance between "Chaos" Nyarlatotepu and "Blaster" Ketugya.

Because the time was too long, even the occultists, priests, and demons who kept the ancient scrolls could not know how the grievances happened. But the only thing that is certain is that the relationship between the two old rulers has become very bad.

In short, what Nayazi didn't want to happen, Ketuguya insisted on letting it happen. As for what Ketugya wanted, Naiyazi would never let her get it.

In this relationship, Naiazi's contempt for Joan's treasure is also natural.

——The flame of the **** of drought and evil sun, she has tasted it tens of thousands of times.

‘Little Rope, do you want to make a bet? ’

"Tell me?"

‘Look if you found the little holy grail first, or if I captured the saint and then tortured her. "Nayako said maliciously.

‘If mine wins, Little Rope will let me control the whole night after the god-making ceremony is completed! ’

"Don't underestimate the heroes, the torturers can't make them speak, Your Majesty."

Rope sighed.

"Then what if I win?"

'Hey-hey……'

Naiyazi's tone was a little shy, but don't think about it, the evil **** is definitely pretending to be 100%.

Different from the concept of human beings, there is no real "shyness" in her.