Survival In the Crypt Starting In Tokyo

If the past apocalypse viruses can only be won by the quality of countless humans in a world, then they are swallowing the powerful races, fruits of life and LCL solution, the vast dome star rebirth, the origin of the underground city, the underground city. After half of the origins of the world gods plus the full powers of Hestia and Akuya—

The current apocalypse virus...like a ghost.

The gods in the dungeon naturally felt the power hidden in the crystal that was constantly expanding and exuding endless streams of light.

A considerable part of the power comes from these gods.

Even a considerable part of the gods laughed wildly.

Although Hestia looked young, in fact, among the gods, she was considered to be a very old group of gods.

When she earnestly used her position to communicate with those gods, a considerable number of gods already agreed with her ideas.

Because Hestia has entered the ideal land, she can naturally feel that as her power is swallowed by her family, the world called the ideal land seems to become more "live".

As if her own power gave this world a whole new life, she could even feel a part of the "home" feeling similar to the dungeon world in this world.

Although she doesn't quite understand what this is, her instinct tells her that if Lin Anlan and her real name can completely swallow the gods of the dungeon world, then this ideal country world may directly transform into another "dungeon world" .

Does that mean that the fire of one's own world can be continued in other civilizations?

When Hestia realized this problem, she quickly communicated closely with a considerable number of gods.

The final feedback did not go beyond Hestia's expectations.

A considerable part of the gods agreed with Hestia’s choice, while some of the remaining gods were hesitant, hoping that Hestia could prove the reliability of her statement. Only about 20% of the gods Firmly believe that Hestia's approach is ruining the future of their world.

Lin Anlan's plan is somewhat idealized, but Hestia, the seemingly silly goddess, instantly saw through the most problematic part of his plan, that is, once a **** is determined to resist the death, then Lin No matter An Lan uses Ideal Land to promote anyone to become a demigod, it will be of no avail.

If you want to deter the gods, you don't need to shoot a bird at all, it will only arouse the primitive hunting desire of this group of "falcons".

The most reliable way is actually-let the birds who should have been in their early days shrink up.

Don't make a noise, don't make a noise, don't make a noise.

Look at the development of things quietly. If you do, the last chance will be lost from our hands, and we will face the future that we never want to admit.

After Hestia made a guarantee with his own **** name, a considerable part of the gods who had been prone to enthusiasm remained silent.

It is not that they will not resist, what they want to see is whether the outcome of this matter will develop in the direction they expect.

For this they don't mind waiting a little longer.

At this time, Hestia sat quietly on the top of the Tower of Babel, a place where she would hardly come after entering the dungeon.

Standing in the clouds, overlooking the earth, she lowered her head slightly, her face showing a little fragility:

"As expected, things are moving in the direction I expected, but can this really ensure that the future can move in the most ideal direction?"

She thought of the world that looked like an abstract painting in Lin Anlan's memory.

It was a world that Lin Anlan had never known, and there she saw a young girl sitting quietly on the carousel.

The girl dangled a dog's tail and looked at her with a smile and said: "Go and help him. This is an opportunity that we have gathered all the anchors in exchange for. We allow you to share the hopefulness with us. future…

The premise is that you will become a brick for him to step into detachment step by step. "

"Who are you?" In the depths of Lin Anlan's never-explored memory, Hestia asked the red-haired girl.

"Well me~" The red-haired girl blinked, did not know where she took out an apple, took a bite and said: "It's an old friend of his, but that guy may not recognize me hahaha …"

The red-haired girl chuckled and said, "When he first came to our world, that guy was still very immature. Unfortunately, in the overlap of countless timelines, he is not like Homura, who can maintain himself in countless samsara.

However, this guy put forward an absurd argument. We tried, and although we were not able to completely get rid of the monster, at least we were able to remain relatively independent.

As our best friends, we also plan to try some of the first. "

A trace of melancholy flashed across the girl’s face, and finally whispered: “This is an attempt to plug the anchor of the three worlds and all the possibilities, and try to pull him out of fate. Fortunately, we won the bet. ."

She dragged her chin, sitting on the merry-go-round, her eyes looked a little sad.

Hestia was a little confused: "What did you...you win the bet?"

"Only by taking him out of his fate can he have the opportunity to take the most crucial step. Otherwise, no matter how many worlds he swallows, even if it swallows all the power of'us', he will not be able to take that crucial step.

Illusion is illusion, which is always lower than reality. Even if we can live forever in infinite reincarnation, we can't resist the swallowing of the ‘mother’ unless...someone really can take that crucial step.

He is our bet, but we feel it is not enough. "

The red-haired girl jumped off the merry-go-round, walked in front of Hestia, and nodded a finger on Hestia's forehead. In an instant, the end of her world appeared in Hestia's mind.

The hunting gods, who were covered in rich blood, descended from the sky, arbitrarily harvesting everything in the dungeon world.

Dependents? All died.

A country outside Eulerie? That is a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood.

Gods? Hestia watched the priests fall down one by one, and then in a slightly simple church, a completely disrespectful monster whose body was distorted by his own divine power was wailing and cut his body in two. Off.

The weird power attached to the weapon interrupted the possibility of his own resurrection. In that memory, the dying self seemed to feel something, and turned around and issued a painful warning in his direction:

"Don't..."

Hestia tried hard to hear what she was saying.

"If there is no chance, we lost."

At that moment, the creepy feeling instantly made Hestia understand that it was not an illusion at all. The self in that picture came from the future.

"what is this?"

"A little trick of wandering the time river can only be done before your world is assimilated by that guy, so have you made a choice?" The red-haired girl looked at Hestia, her face showing disapproval. Kind smile