Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope smiled confidently.

"What is promised will definitely be done. I don't know, it doesn't mean that other great beings don't know."

"Great existence?"

Saber's eyes became serious as he remembered the evil gesture he had witnessed at Einzbern Castle.

"Rope, although I know that you believe in a certain evil god, it is better to deal with that kind of thing less, and it may become a situation more serious than death."

"Well, I know what to do." Ropey waved his hand. "There are really very few people who can deal with that god system, and most of them are crazy and indescribable, but there are always a few guys who have needs and goodwill for me, so I can still use them for the time being."

"And the one I'm asking for this time is also one of those guys who can deal with it."

The green magic pattern ran across the table, writing a filthy and evil name.

"Y'go...Igoronac?" Saber pronounced the name with difficulty, and the coldness that penetrated it made her shudder.

"Shh!"

Rope quickly covered Saber's mouth with one hand, and the wet feeling of her lips came from the palm of his hand.

"...Don't pronounce the name, he will sense it, you absolutely don't want to see him, trust me. That guy will erode your heart and corrupt you. A noble knight like you is his favorite. prey."

Saber was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly, indicating that he would not let Rope go after reading.

"My 'Lalaye Text' has no knowledge about soul manipulation, so I need other forbidden books." Rope scratched the name on the table with his fingernails and whispered.

"Other myths may have the same method, but there is no time left. I can only obtain knowledge from sources that I am familiar with...the 'Necronomicon'."

Taboo words spewed out of Rope's mouth.

It was a fictional book written in 730 AD by the mad Arab poet Abdullah Al-Hassad.

Perhaps it was a prank by a certain evil god. After his soul left the body, he peeped into the ultimate chaos and truth in the universe with the help of human beings.

Although I finally committed suicide after becoming crazy, he wrote down what he witnessed in a comprehensible way and turned it into a quite famous forbidden art book, which is the origin of the 'Necronomicon'.

"The original manuscript of this book has been lost in the kingdom of some god, and self-destruction is a prerequisite for full understanding."

He tapped the name of 'Y'golonac' on the table.

"However, fortunately I only need to know the complete 'soul independence method'. In this way, asking this guy is the quickest and convenient method."

Because, it is the secretary in the Cthulhu mythology...

PS: Rope is going to face the evil god again.

Chapter [-] That... Do you have...

Saber put down the glass after listening to Rope, as if there was something unspeakable.

Rope also saw this and made a gesture of invitation to her.

"Is there anything you don't understand or have questions about? You look so hard."

"No..." With lowered eyes, Saber said in a somewhat uncertain voice. "If you want to communicate with the evil gods, do you have to prepare sacrifice rituals, such as...such as children or pure girls. Before in my kingdom, I have seen the rituals of the cultists, it is really impressive Can not accept……"

She said to Rope sincerely.

"If you can, please don't do such cruel things."

"Haha."

Hearing this, Rope laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, even if I hold a festival, the living sacrifices will definitely be the ones who deserve what they deserve. Besides, this guy is not just a simple interplanetary communication, he must go to his country and have a face-to-face conversation... um , In other words, I am the 'living sacrifice' this time."

"Isn't that very dangerous, there is no other way?" Saber said worriedly.

Rope is her last life-saving straw. If there is an accidental death, she will really miss the Holy Grail this time.

"Unfortunately, this is the only way I can think of."

Rope shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"I don't really want to talk to that guy. Compared with the grand atmosphere of Cthulhu and Hastur, this guy will only hide in the shadows and taste the pain, adhering to the evil mysticism, to lure others into depravity as the supreme enjoyment... "

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dignified, Luo Pei changed his words and said cheerfully.

"But don't worry too much. That guy doesn't dare to do anything to me. After all, there are big guys behind me."

Up to now, he has no idea whether Cthulhu will help him, and he is more of a god of the Cthulhu god system.

After all, Hastur is the more serious type of god in Cthulhu, and the one he is about to meet is not that serious.

"Okay, that's it." Rope stood up and stretched. "I'm tired today, Saber, take a rest too... I'll go back to my room first."

"Please wait, I have another question."

"?Please say."

"Why... Rope, you have my scabbard."

The light gathered in Saber's hand, and the gold and blue scabbard appeared in her hand.

"This thing was taken away by my sister a long time ago. It should be lost now. Why can you find it, Rope?"

"It's always by your side." Rope glanced at Irisviel, who was asleep. "This is the medium that summoned you. Emiya Kiritsugu buried it in Irisviel's body to restrain her from deteriorating, so you didn't notice it. In the battle just now, she also took the initiative to say This is for you."