Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

They are all enemies of the gods born according to biblical mythology, following the servants of Azazel, the lord of hell.

"My lord."

The fallen angel demon was half-kneeling on the ground, waiting for Rope's order.

The black-haired youth nodded and said softly.

"From now on, I order you to wreak havoc at the five-figure outer gate, choose the specific place for yourself, and prepare to fight Michael and the angels at the same time. If you can, try your best to fight against the angels. Let the angels cause relatively large slaughter."

"But……"

A female demon who looked like a moth hesitated.

"My lord, our responsibility is to preach the evil recorded in the Bible, to take all the evil on ourselves, and as long as we lose the battle, that's all it takes..."

Before she could finish her words, an ominous voice filled the ears of everyone present.

The body of the female demon fell to the ground.

"Now, does anyone still have questions?"

Ropey held the head of the fallen angel and looked at these fakes born because of him coldly.

Since it is a fake, it is the most important to clarify your position.

"No! Take your will as the first priority!"

Those demons who were generally five- and six-digit figures trembled in fear and lowered their heads deeply.

The decisions of the superiors do not need their beaks, they are just a pawn in hell, and obeying the king of hell is the mission they were born with.

The demons disappeared.

Soon in Rope's pupils across the space, countless black invitations landed in the town in the distance.

Don't look at those demons so bad in front of him, in fact, many of them are demons with names and surnames recorded in the Bible, evil demon kings with the authority to organize.

"Is it the "Diffuse Angel" Mayyami who has expanded the organizer's authority?The fallen angel in charge of lying, procrastination, jealousy, blame, and excuses.In this way, even if there is an outstanding hero or community to protect it, it will cause considerable trouble..."

Rope threw away the head in his hand, took out a white handkerchief and wiped his hands, and strolled through the five-digit outer door.

This is the second time he has come to the lower level of Hakoten.

Compared to the last time he only stayed in the vampire castle, this time it was probably the real arrival.

Frankly speaking, the scenery on the lower level at the moment is a little horrible.

After the demise of the Hakoba Knights, the lower level seemed to have lost its backbone and protective umbrella. The demon king and the wicked community ran rampant. Even if there were conscientious people who came forward to resist, the upper level gods and Buddha sent messengers to suppress it, still causing extremely large slaughter and evil.

Is Hako Garden a paradise?

Well, yes, perhaps it is indeed a paradise for the powerful existence of Shura Gods and Buddhas.

But for those who struggle to survive, it is really difficult for Hakoba to be linked to Paradise.

Although games are prevalent here, not everything depends on games, and Hakoba Center will not use rules to protect those weak and powerless people.

Just like the sight in front of you.

The village seemed to collapse in an unnatural earthquake, and only crows hovered above the silent wreckage.

Under the rubble of one of them, a middle-aged man was deeply buried, breathless.

The man sensed that someone was coming, and raised his hand tremblingly as if he was taking his last breath.

"Please, please, save my daughter...Save Aisha...she, where is she...please..."

After speaking, the man exhausted his last strength and entered the underworld.

Rope looked flatly.

Although he didn't mean to help, he still looked in the direction of the man's finger.

Then the black-haired youth's gaze penetrated the accumulated rocks, and looked at the silver-haired girl who was crushed and flattened under the rocks, and could no longer die.

The poor father obviously didn't think, or didn't want to think, that his daughter had already died in the first collapse of the earthquake.

"However, this hazy soul... is it self-binding?"

Above the girl's corpse, there are fragile and confused souls floating.

Sudden death, the souls of those who have no resentment and are unwilling to die, will become a stream of self-bound spirits.

A sight that is often seen in the little garden.

Some communities that deal with death will also take the initiative to torture and kill innocent people to cultivate this spiritual body.

But I don't know if it was an illusion, Rope always felt that the hazy self-bound spirit in front of him was familiar.

Thinking about it, just as Rope was about to bring the spirit body over, a gust of wind rang from the back of his head.

No matter in terms of strength or speed, it is difficult to be called "attack" in Hakoniwa.

Rope didn't even look at it, just tilted his head slightly and avoided the flying projectiles.

It was a cross-shaped hammer, blunt.

"I guess you don't want to do it with me, do you?"