Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"It's just such a simple mission, any four-digit or five-digit spirit can do it, right? Why do you need to divide your spirit... eh?"

In her perception, Rope was as complete as when he fought with her.

"I didn't divide my spirituality, okay?"

Rope said leisurely.

"'To be from nothing' means to bring something that really exists out of nothing. "

"Don't rely on human history, don't rely on natural evolution, don't divide one's own spirituality..." Bai Ye held his forehead: "If the guys from the other gods knew about this news, they would definitely drop their jaws again."

"It's none of my business for them to be surprised. In addition, I don't agree with your statement that "four figures and five figures can be done". Wouldn't that make me look unstyled? "

Even though they have been together for hundreds of years, Bai Ye has a lot of things that he can't see through his partner.

But on second thought, we are each other, right?

Many of her habits are not different from other gods and Buddhas.

Knowing each other and surprising each other is where the fun really lies.

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Ye's mouth, and he did not know when he picked up a folding fan.

"Seeing that you are so energetic, Rope, I can't continue to be lazy like this. I will set off for the three-digit number today to discuss the details of "sun sovereignty" with the gods and Buddhas. "

"You can discuss the results and let me know. I will join you to join us at that time."

"no problem."

After Bai Ye left, he looked at the poet created by his own hands.

"How is the mastery of power?"

"There is no problem with the spirit and poets." Philip said: "It's just that the mystery and theology of "Lovecraft" need to be digested a little more. summed up in the outside world. "

"Be careful, you have to sing praises of the Cthulhu myth that is not just the three thousand worlds of the small garden."

Rope said.

"I will give you the status of a priest of the gods, you know what to do."

"Understood, please rest assured."

The filthy poet half knelt down and said respectfully.

"Inheriting the name 'Philip Lovecraft' is absolutely worthy of its disgrace. "

……

The lower level of the box garden.

The end of the Sun Sovereign War gave the lower layers a little respite from the ravages of various demon kings.

In the splendid castle king city, the vampire king looked at the thriving city below, and bathed in the blessings of the sun that he had never imagined in the past, showing a satisfied smile.

"Seeing these sights, I feel that so many years of hard work are worth it."

"They're all calling us 'Knights of Hakoniwa'. "

The queen said with a smile.

The Vampire King shook his head.

"No matter how loud the voice of the lower class is, it is useless without the recognition of the upper class. The gods and Buddhas of Hakoba will not erase the merits we have earned. When our proposal for the "class ruler" system is approved by the gods and Buddhas, we as outsiders will not be able to. It can take root in the box garden. "

"Such a huge change should be a long discussion."

said the queen.

"We can't neglect our responsibilities just because we have credit. Since it is the method proposed by us, we will continue to use actions to prove ourselves in the future."

"No problem, we have Leticia. That child's talent is unparalleled in the world, reaching the position of "Dragon Knight" at the age of twelve, and the vampire family will truly prosper under her leadership. "

The Vampire King touched his chin.

"With that said, I should also consider the matter of abdication..."

"You are too impatient. Leticia is only twelve years old, and she still needs to learn in all aspects besides strength."

"Really? Haha, then consider it a father's earnest expectation."

The vampire king and queen burst into laughter.

At the door behind the two, a young blond girl leaned against the door with a warm smile on the corner of her mouth.

Chapter [-] The Sisters and Sisters of the Vampire Royal Family

In the castle where the vampire moves, and in the atrium garden of the aerial fortress, the sound of steel colliding with swords is crisp and sweet.

Both sides of the war were moving at a speed that was too fast for the eyes to keep up with, and it only looked like a performance of martial arts, and its arrogance still turned into wind pressure and spread outward, blowing away the clouds on the edge of the castle.

After a while, the outcome was decided in an instant.

"Beautiful swordsmanship, Your Highness Letty."

The maid Carla bowed her head respectfully and retracted the blade to her waist.

In front of her was a young girl with long blond hair, about twelve or thirteen years old, holding a sword that almost matched her height.With such a proportion of the blade and height, it is very doubtful whether it is just pretending, or whether the holder can really use it beyond the physical limit.