The Endless Shuttle

"That's it, what do you think? Do you want to accept this loyalty from my fellow?"

A little tempted.

Aside from this irrelevant thing like power, if you can receive the legacy of mask craftsmen and control thousands of fantasy monsters and naturally born native monsters, then Rope’s control over the dark side of the city can be upgraded to a new level. Accidents like the "Vortex Curse" will greatly reduce the chance of their occurrence.

There are certain benefits to his trial.

Luo Pei rubbed his eyebrows and asked hesitantly.

"...Ask in advance, are you planning to play with yellow robe, first give me the favor of the leader status, and then let me lead you to destroy the humanity on this planet by saying something like "righteousness" through the favor Bar? "

If so, the black-haired youth turned around and left without any hesitation.

The powerful sacrifice of death is imminent. He is busy all day long like a ghost blowing a fire. How can there be any idle time and mood to play "Monster Rise" to satisfy the dying ambitions of a reality bender. It is definitely a thankless one. Huge project.

Among other things, Rope also counted on the many enjoyments that human society would bring him.

"Will you be trapped by such inexplicable things as humanity?" the mask craftsman asked rhetorically.

"of course not."

Rope said.

"But I will do my best to accomplish what I promised, so I have to ask clearly now, lest there be conflicts with my principles."

"Haha, you are worrying too much. Just say that my creation is based on human fears, just like the relationship between dogs and lice. Without humans, they can't live." The mask craftsman explained.

"You only need to rule them as a master. When appropriate, give some shelter so that so-called Western organizations or things like "vortex" will not swallow their poor lives... the rest, It belongs to how they hollowed out their minds to worship you. "

Rope pondered for a moment.

You can harvest thousands of monsters as long as you take on the insignificant responsibilities. Incidentally, with the allegiance of a reality bender, a multiple-choice question that hardly needs to be chosen.

The question is, what is going on with this strong sense of abruptness... Is he really unable to keep up with the fast-paced era?

"Okay, okay, just treat it as going out to clean up the trash, and picked up a bunch of "kittens" by the way. I accept your payment... and then? "

Rope opened his hands.

"I believe you will transfer the ownership of your creation, and will treat me as your master. But how willing are other monsters under your control? I can kill them all easily, but it doesn't mean I have the free time to buy them. Their loyalty, or, have you brainwashed them in this picture album?"

Bizarre, spooky sprites run rampant.

It is strange that a group of monsters soaked in human blood can willingly put a king on top of their heads. You can tell a thing or two about his hot weapon Fu Jiang's initial attitude.

"This is beyond their control."

The mask on the craftsman’s face was cracked at the corners of his mouth.

"The creation of monsters requires human fear and transmission. In addition to these, there must be unique souls embedded in it... Don't you know what "soul" is? "

"Coincidentally, what I do best is "soul". "

Rope has always been a master of the soul for the unique subject matter of the Cthulhu family.

"Oh, then you really fell in love with them..."

The mask craftsman shook his head and said while holding the picture album.

"My fellow compatriots are like fish on a sticky board here. You only need to gently pull out a part of their "soul", and these guys will be more obedient than dogs..."

Luo Pei squinted and reached out to take the mask craftsman's picture album.

When his fingers touched the paper, the black-haired youth suddenly had a very inexplicable throbbing.

Not the body, but a deeper, benign sensation that is closely related to the soul.

The mask craftsman has completely cut off the control of its creations in the album and put them under Rope's control.

There are other non-creative monsters sealed in it, some are docile, some are irritable, but their souls seem to be undefended, as if as long as Rope pulls slightly, they can pull out a part.

For him, it is as easy as drinking water.

Squeezing the picture book abruptly, Rope squeezed out some "things" invisible to the naked eye with his fingertips, summing up the magic power flowing in the Laley's magic patterns on the back of his hand.

After doing this, all the creations and non-creations in the album are under Rope's control.

"All right."

Luo Peiyang took the picture album in Yang's hand.

"I accepted your gift."

"Thank you for taking on this important task."

The mask craftsman said in relief, his tone no longer strange, but a rare trace of sincerity in it.

It took off the shabby hat and clearly expressed the relationship between the two people.

"His Royal Highness. At this point, my creations, including mys, will serve you as their masters, and there will be no violations. My "Anzhiju" swears by all essence! "

This is the first time that a mask craftsman has reported his name.

Its name is the same as its most cherished hand-painted drama, which is named after Anzhiju.

Hearing the overly serious words, Rope turned his eyes rather embarrassedly.

No matter how he thought it was something he earned, but now it seems to have done a great favor to the other party, this feeling is a little weird.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the album in his hand, and after a flash of green light, three familiar masks flew out of the album.

The monster with the real name "Sanwei Mask".

"His Royal Highness, His Highness Rope! Is there anything we can do for help? In addition, it is really not what we want to disappear suddenly just now. The traction of the "vortex" is too strong..."

The "Sorrow" mask is still so unscrupulous, just after changing the owner, I immediately couldn't sit still and plan to show my loyalty...

It makes its companions "angry" masks can't stand.

"Hey, Lord... Lord Anzhiju is still there!"

"Anger" the mask yelled.

Anzhiju didn't care at all, but smiled.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, that's the way it is, and now His Royal Highness is your master, you must serve him well and complete His Highness's orders."

It put on its hat again, and said to Rope again.