Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I think so too, it's not a big deal. But the "appearance of the old god" shouldn't be too rushed, the feeling of indulging in the coronation of a demigod is not a casual talk... Well, at least it has to wait until it gets closer to the periphery of "chaos". Start preparing, before that, neither the excavation of divinity nor the research of divine arts can be left behind, accumulation is not a bad thing after all..."

As he spoke, Rope had already thought about the details of the "Appearance of the Old God" in his mind.

Azalea sighed silently. If she has eyes now, the eyes must be very gentle and gratifying.

Only by not sticking to the inherent concept can you have the power to keep climbing. This is her host, the person who is loved by the devil. Of course, Azalea hopes that Rope will develop in a good direction, so as to have the most perfect result in the end.

No matter when, she was not disappointed.

PS: It’s a new month, since I didn’t touch fish last month, and I don’t plan to touch fish this month, give me a monthly pass (reach out)

Chapter [-] The Children of the Ancestors, the First Murder in the Bible

The cool wind gently shuttles between the high-rise buildings in Tokyo, and sometimes moves the clouds in the sky, so that the beautiful evening sky can be appreciated by humans who are bound by gravity on the ground.

——Tokyo is still so peaceful.

After the father of all demons returned to the original territory, the monsters were more careful, and did not dare to disturb the false order of the human society in front of them at the risk of being disgusted by the Lord, so that the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk with great fanfare last night did not even cause a wave. , buried in crevices of dust as the sun rose at dawn.

On the unmanned top floor of a high-rise building in Ginza, a Semitic woman with olive skin lay on a balcony, letting the breeze blow her long black hair and tattered white robe.

Rarely, Abel did not hold the manufactured jet-black weapons in his hands, but rested in a completely defenseless posture.

This is an extremely rare occurrence for a Semitic woman who is addicted to war - even more so since she left the SCP Foundation.

"Ah, Sister Abel, you are indeed here..."

Abel raised his head slightly, looking at the source of the voice with a dangerous chill in his eyes.At the same time, a space crack was quietly born beside the slender fingers, ready to take out the weapon at any time.

But that hostility disappeared completely when he found the curtain of golden hair that caught his sight.

"...It's you, idiot."

The handsome Semitic woman closed her eyes again and waved her hand.

"Give you five seconds to disappear from me, or I'll beat you up."

"Sister Abel is here again."

The girl code-named "Iris", whose real name is Iris Thompson, was angry.

She didn't take Abel's threat seriously at all, so she bent her knees and sat next to the Semitic woman.And Abel didn't really fulfill what she said. Even after five seconds, he still lay on the ground peacefully.

I'm afraid this is also the last bit of pampering left by inhuman warriors.

The time gradually advanced towards evening, and Iris watched the sun set little by little from the west, until Abel got up from the floor before opening her mouth.

"Sister Abel, is this really okay?"

Abel glanced at Yuan Yi indifferently, and reached out to tie his loose long hair into a ponytail.

"Speak clearly, what is good or bad."

"I mean, are you going to do that again tonight?"

Iris curled her body into a ball and complained bitterly.

"I can't understand, I can't understand it at all. Is fighting and killing really so happy? It's worth your death, Sister Abel, and repeating this behavior again and again... Those Mr. Monsters gave us places to live and settle. There are many necessities of life in this place, but Sister Abel, you have to find the trouble of them every day..."

"Idiot, don't confuse humans with aliens." Abel sneered.

"They're just repressing their own nature in fear of a stronger ruler. They, no, we're all one kind of thing, the thirst for battle and blood never wanes, didn't you see the last time you died? The guy under my knife, the cheerful expression on his deathbed?"

"...Even so!"

Iris raised her voice.

"Why can't we stay away from those? Peaceful life, peaceful enjoyment, just like Sister Abel will come here to look up at the sky when she is bored, isn't it good to be peaceful?"

"You can, but I can't."

Abel clenched his palms tightly, his sharp fingernails pierced his skin, and blood flowed out.

"My heart has long been burned into a strange shape by the fire of hatred. Only blood and battle can slow its burning. Since that day long ago, I have been completely changed by that hateful guy!"

"Sister Abel, is it really the story of "Cain and Abel" in the Bible? "

Thinking of Abel's name, Iris tried to ask.

The "Cain and Abel" story is one of the most famous stories in the Bible.They are rumored to be the sons of Adam, the "Father of Man", with Cain being the first and Abel being the last.

At that time, the earth was desolate, Cain planted the land, Abel shepherd the sheep, and the two were happy until one day God asked them for a tribute.

Cain offered vegetables and grain, and Abel offered mutton and fat. God favored Abel's offerings, but did not receive Cain's offerings, so Cain became jealous.That jealousy ate into Cain's heart like a vicious poison, and it finally committed the first murder in the Bible since the creation of the world - killing Abel.

Iris didn't get an answer to the question.

At the moment when the words fell, the girl was forced to hold her breath.

The icy scythe lay across her neck, and it only takes a millimeter to cut her throat and let blood spurt out.

"Don't bring this up in front of me!"

Abel said with a twisted face.

"Listen! Listen, idiot! If you let me hear anything about that story again, I really can't guarantee your head will be on your neck this time!"

"I-I know... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't say it anymore!"