The Endless Shuttle

Rope is not surprised at all.

"We only have one and a half years. We have no time to waste on small things that are not harmonious. It is the right thing for everyone to be united. Hong Liqi, do you think their freedom is more important than the destruction of the world and the lives of six billion people? ?"

"No, I didn't mean that..."

"Then get ready to work."

The black-haired young man threw the information at his hand to the red-brown-haired girl, turned and walked off the podium.

"Don't worry about the bumpy road. I will remove all the stones and roadblocks on this road. You can just walk forward steadily and stridely. I trust you, and please trust me who believes in you."

Makise Kurisu looked at the data in her hand, and only reacted when Luo Pei walked to the door, and shouted anxiously.

"Wait...wait!? Mr. Rope, are you going to leave now?"

It's because the people in the entire venue were given spiritual hints by Rope, otherwise the girl's jokes would be a big deal on the podium.

But put the jokes aside, and just threw the researcher to her, the girl couldn't help crying.

She came only two hours earlier than Rope, and even if the layout of the building had not been figured out, she would suddenly start arranging work. There is no such thing as catching ducks on the shelves...

From ordinary university researchers to researchers at the Institute of Abnormal Biology, and then suddenly began to be responsible for the manufacture of the "time machine."

In less than a month, Makise Kurisu's identity has changed enough to write a novel, and it is a rare miracle to be able to remain calm.

"I have more important things to deal with, Hong Liqi, if you encounter trouble, find the soldiers, and let them come to me."

Rope touched the notebook on his chest.

The divinity study of routine--

And in order to "fix the present", call "all things one" to prepare for the coming of Yug Sotos.

The "time machine" produces the butterfly effect. The example of the world line change in the original work has been very well illustrated. Rope doesn't want that kind of situation, so the plan can't get around this great god.

Distorted time starts today.

The fifty-ninth chapter pays homage to the "primordial immortal"!

Calling the Three Pillars of God has never been a simple matter.

If the last world hadn't had the artifact given by Nayazi and Chaos himself was willing to come, then not to mention the tedious summoning rituals, the strange materials alone would make Luo Pei frown. The personality is higher than Nyarlatotepu, higher than all evil gods, and even more so by the "one of all things" Yug Sotos, who is only under the "head of all demons" Asathos.

There are records in the corner of the "Book of Necropolis".

——Everything must not act arbitrarily and use ignorance to alarm the Most High. Those who pay homage to the true face of the great **** and try to understand the ultimate mystery of the universe need to use soul blood as a guide and hold a silver key to open the gap in the "door" and ascend from the mortal world to the spiritual kingdom of the gods.

This means that to attract the attention of Yug Sotos, the "one of all things", not only must we hold an unimaginable sacrifice of blood and soul, but we must also hold the important item "Silver Key" thrown by this great **** to the world. ". Only in this way is possible. Note that it is possible for Yug Sotos's favor to come.

If bad luck summons the dark side of the bubble "God of the Future and Time" Yafo Gomon, it can only be blamed on those people's bad luck.

——The high coldness of "All Things One" is proportional to its unparalleled lofty status.

This time Rope did not expect to call the incarnation of Yug Sotos to come.

He didn't have the silver key that the ghost knew where, and he didn't have the time to prepare a "city"-level blood sacrifice. It would be unrealistic to repeat the experience of Nyarathotepu.

Therefore, he intends to retreat to play some tricks, reduce the difficulty and find an avatar with relatively loose conditions, and then use the avatar to catch a bubble chat window.

The effect is the same, but it saves a lot of trouble.

This incarnation is the "primordial immortal" Tavel Yat Umr.

The gatekeeper of the ultimate gate; the leader of the gods, elves, and demons in the abyss of dreams; silhouettes of distant kingdoms; the omniscient who masters the truth...

If Yavgomen is the dark side, then another incarnation of Bubbles, Tavel Art Umr, must be relatively kind and kind. It encourages any creature to complete the trial it has set, and sincerely hopes to share the mystery knowledge behind the ultimate door with other creatures, but unfortunately, there is still no creature alive that can bring back the secret behind the "door". .

They are not saying that they cannot pass the trial, the vast starry sky, there are so many talents. But even the proud of these days, after seeing the truth that surpassed the limit of their own tolerance, without exception, they were all overwhelmed with their souls. Just like a snake can't swallow an elephant, this is the iron law for mortals.

Leaving aside irrelevant background stories, Rope is fairly certain about the call of this relatively gentle incarnation.

Next to the main building of the Tokyo Research Institute, similar to an observatory, the black-haired young man used his power to disperse everyone in the entire building. The broad top floor was well organized, and Ropey was around the center point, constantly painting on the ground with his own blood, and after a while, a disgustingly complicated formation with a primitive and hideous feeling appeared on the floor.

At the same time, he took out various Secret Art materials that had been prepared during the Foundation Island period, and placed them exactly where they should be.

"Well, the formation is complete, the next is the details, I almost forgot to read...The ritual of the Primordial Immortal rejects silver, iron, aluminum, red branches, shark blood, crabs... why so much!?"

Rope flipped through the "Book of the Necropolis" in his head, and was shocked to find that this bubble incarnation had very many problems.

Other things that the old rulers didn't bother to care about, they just don't like it, and dislike it will reduce the success rate of the ritual. The most exaggerated is that the "primordial immortal" Tavel actually asked the priest's fingers to not allow dust.

Really exquisite evil god.

The black-haired young man looked at his index finger that was stained with blood and dust because of the painting method. He was silent for a moment, and then quickly summoned the water to clean, hoping that nothing would happen to everyone.

After the preparations and precautions, it is the official link god.

Luo Pei closed his eyes and held his breath, as the magic of Yuanruhai gushed out crazily under his mobilization, spreading along the undried blood, until the entire top floor was filled with the power of the black-haired youth, calling for the formation of the gods. There was a response.

The blood quickly turned into a crystalline form, and Luo Pei, who was standing in it, was firmly locked in the center.

"The **** of the door... the king of the huge stone base, I offer this as a sacrifice here, and I am willing to accept your trial of infinite wisdom... Please open the door to the deepest abyss of your dreams and attract your followers... ...Please show up in front of me..."

Rope whispered the interstellar priest's prayers in an obscure language, over and over again, barely keeping his mind calm.

This is probably the most boring link.

Because the next thing to rely on is not Rope himself, but the "primordial immortal" Tavel At Umr. This great **** felt that the secret technique ritual would be successful, but if he didn't feel it, then this call would fail.

However, it was the men who were entangled with the evil gods and slept with two evil gods, the evil fate of Luope and Cthulhu had already been cut. During the three hours of standing still, a trace of power from outside the territory, or somewhere deeper, penetrated into the space on the top floor.

Luo Pei knelt down on one knee respectfully, closed his eyes, and the speed of the silent prayer doubled.

The strangeness has fermented in the normal world.

With the mighty power of the gods, human-faced weeds began to grow on the floor. Their empty eyes were bleeding and tears, as if regretting their insignificance. They entered Baoshan but were crushed to death by the treasure. All around, wooden bookshelves, paper books, and large astronomical telescopes decayed and turned into ashes and fragments. They were reborn in the ashes, repeating the cycle of time, demonstrating the particularity of the immortal immortal.

Even the black-haired young man himself was affected. His handsome face began to age, and the other half was as smooth as a baby.

Luo Pei felt nothing, and continued with the final stage of his prayer.

"I, Rope, the great occultist, the one who thirsts for knowledge, Cthulhu, Hasta, Nyaratotip, Nyogda, Igoronak, and the benefactor of the rulers of the past, I hereby pray for your presence in front of me, the great immortal, your Majesty Tavel Yat Umr..."

--boom!

As if a nuclear bomb exploded in a sea of ​​spirit, Rope lost control of his body.

The surroundings are changing, separated from the changes in the real world.