Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope threw the "Crazy Blood Thirsty Hand" at will, and Azazel reached out to catch it.

The moment his palm touched the purple-black gauntlet, a strong unease swept through Azazel's body.He is like being in the coldest cave in the Arctic ice sheet and sleeping with a bloodthirsty beast. A slight movement will lead to death.

Click.

The back of the purple-black gauntlet was split open, and the beast's eyes with red whites and golden pupils stared at Azazel, as if examining whether the fallen angel governor in front of him was qualified to be its host.

After all, Azazel was the fallen angel governor who survived from ancient times to the present, and he stared directly at that eye without evading.

After a while, the gauntlet's eyes closed, and the dangerous atmosphere returned to calm.

"...This really creates a dangerous artifact."

Azazel exclaimed.

"Master Demon God, are you sure this is just something you did? Judging from the effect, the power possessed by this divine tool is completely comparable to the "God Slayer Tool". "

The God Slayer Tool is the highest level of divine artifact. Unlike ordinary Sacred Artifacts, which only have one ability, the Sacred Slayer Tool usually has two or more abilities.

And the power they contain is enough to allow humans with god-killing gear to destroy gods and demon kings.

As far as Azazel knows, there are thirteen gods who can be confirmed at present, and after today, I am afraid that this list will have to add another one.

"You can tell by looking at its fragmented appearance. This is a typical failure."

Rope shrugged.

"And Azazel, you're wrong. The current strength of this gauntlet is not comparable to that of an ordinary "God Slayer".If someone can fully control it, before the body of this gauntlet's host collapses, he will have the power of a demon or a transcendent. "

"Demon King or Beyonder?"

Azazel muttered to himself.

"You really have made something amazing. If this artificial artifact is thrown out, I am afraid that various forces will beat the blood for it... By the way, what do you mean by the collapse of the host's body? This Will the artifact damage the host?"

"Once every ten seconds, it will eat the flesh and bones of the host as food. My advice to you is that it is best not to use it."

"This……"

Very dangerous, Azazel almost put the gauntlet on his hand, ready to test it.

If Rope said this for a while, Azazel would try to be eaten by life.

He put the "Crazy Bloodthirsty Hand" in the special glass box, gave it to Amaros, and said to Rope.

"Lord Demon God, the God Child Monitor will be fully activated next, and it will take at least five hours to figure out the fit between your power and the artifact, and how to make it perfectly according to the way the artifact works. Please forgive me, this kind of meeting will take at least five hours. An artifact that seriously harms its host, more evil than anything I've ever seen."

"Then please, Azazel."

Rope nodded slightly.

"I'm looking forward to the result. If it can satisfy me, I won't be stingy with the reward."

The black-haired youth pointed to the harsh environment outside the window of Kamiko's watcher.

"I can transform this place, including the sphere of influence that your fallen angels belong to, to be as beautiful as heaven, so that your race's enthusiasm for living here will also increase, right?"

"...you can transform reality on a world scale?"

"It's not a world, it's just a secondary plane... Forget it, you can't understand it, you can think so."

Rope found a chair casually and sat down, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Azazel and Amaros glanced at each other, and without saying a word of nonsense, they quickly started researching the artifact.

Five hours passed by Rope like a fly.

When he opened his eyes again, standing in front of him was not one of Amaros or Azazel.

The visitor was a sturdy middle-aged man. Judging from the ten black wings on his back, he should be one of the ten-winged fallen angel cadres.

"Hello, Lord Demon God. I'm Barakil, a member of the cadre of the Son of God Watcher."

Balakil introduced himself in this way and bowed in a salute.

Rope squinted his eyes halfway, his eyes stayed on Balakil's body for a while, and then shifted to another position.

"Are you here to report the situation over Azazel?"

"Yes, the research is progressing, but the Governor said that because of the particularity of your power, it may take some time."

"It doesn't matter, I know how hard my power is to trouble me. If there is a need for my help, let Azazel speak as much as possible."

"Yes."

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Balakil did not leave after reporting, but stood in front of Rope as if he had something to hide.

The sturdy middle-aged man took a deep breath and finally asked.

"Master Demon God, I have a question I want to ask you. Maybe it's a little boring for you, I wonder if I can speak?"

"private?"

"It's... private."

Balakil pulled out a wry smile.