Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope apologized completely insincerely, picked up the information in his hand and walked out the door.

When he reached the edge of the wooden door, he seemed to remember something, turned his head and said to Luo Hao.

"Master, when I kill Sun Wukong, shall we fight again?"

"Why?"

"This time, I won't play any small tricks to take your power. I will use real swords and guns, power to power, and completely destroy your pride from the front."

Rope showed a clear smile.

"By then, if you still lose to me, let's be good friends."

This time, the leader did not refuse.

PS: good ♂ friends ♂ friends

Chapter [-] Growth, Divinity Fusion ([-])

The words are divided into two parts. Just when Rope got what he wanted and successfully reached an agreement with the leader, Kesma, who was far away in northern Europe, almost finished the preparatory work that got in the way.

"the last one……"

Kesma took a deep breath and pulled out his hand from the body of the boy in a magic guild in Northern Europe, bringing out a large piece of internal organs and scarlet blood.

Looking around, there are corpses everywhere in the luxurious villa.

Men, women, the old, the young, the beautiful, the ugly, the great knights, the magician apprentices... No matter what their status in life and what privileges they enjoyed, they all lie on the floor quietly after death, There is no one exception.

There will never be a shortage of wallistas in the world, but few of those people know that sometimes the consequences of sitting on the wall can be devastating.

Cha-Cha Rope and Kesma are the types who hate wall-riders.

"I'm just surrendering now... I'm too lazy to ask for it."

Taking out the handkerchief from the silk scarf of his jacket, Kesma wiped the blood on his hands and said disdainfully.

"Isn't it okay to promise from the beginning, I have to waste my precious time dealing with you scumbags. It's really disgusting to the point of vomiting."

Because it is a separated half body, Kesma always wants to return to Rope's body and reintegrate into one.

To this end, he is almost in a morbid pursuit of efficiency and time.No one knows the pain of the separation of two connected people, and perhaps the main body does not perceive it, but Kesma is suffering from the hollowness of the heart every moment.

- want to go home.

This is probably the most determined thing in Kesma's mind.

"There are still forty-three minutes left to complete the quarantine of Star Color, and the town of Avosta, including the surrounding area, will be divided into a "other world" that can only be entered and cannot be exited.Such a large-scale division will certainly attract Loki's peeping and curiosity, as long as he comes in...don't even think about going out. "

Looking at the ceiling, Kesma's line of sight jumped over the obstacles and looked directly at the sky. The three children of the stars are using their innate abilities to erode this world.

But speaking of the erosion of space, in fact, human magic can do it.

Just like the "inherent enchantment" of the moon world, the "Golden Sword World" held by Rope is also the same type of power.

However, the color of the stars is different.

They are the only race that can permanently create a "other world" inside the world. This erosion is irreversible, and the will of the world cannot be corrected.

Even if Kesma and Starlights leave this world, the transformed Avosta will continue to exist, devouring humans who step into it without knowing the truth, forming a new "Bermuda Triangle", and even more terrifying.

You know, there are no monsters and mysterious sorcerers who want human life all the time in the Bermuda Triangle, but these things are all there in Avostar.

What name will Avosta be called in future generations?Kesma thought happily.

City of Devour?Nightmare home?Satan's playground?This feeling of personally creating a turning point in history feels very cool when you think about it.Kesma bet that Rope would be extremely satisfied if he received his memory.

Thoughts drifted away, he kicked away the corpse blocking the way, and walked towards the room of the villa.

At the corner of the stairs, there was a room with its door open, and there were some faint sounds coming from it, it sounded like a girl was crying, mixed with some begging sounds.

Kesma frowned, the happy expression on his face cooled down and turned into the usual indifference.

Grinding and chirping, still haven't solved it?

Walking into the door, his newly recruited eldest disciple, Miss Sena Artem, still kept her kneeling posture, clenching the knife in her hands tremblingly, watching at a loss as she was bound and bound in a strange and messy magic circle. blond young teenager.

The boy's eyes were very panicked, and when he saw Kesma coming in, his pupils shrunk into needle-like shapes, obviously terrified to the extreme.

"Miss Sena Artem."

Kesma's voice was a little stiff, which proved that his rare mood for the killing had disappeared.

"You've been like this since fifteen minutes ago. Is it that hard for you to kill someone? Or are you wasting my time on purpose?"

This was the first task he assigned to his disciples - killing a human with his own hands.

Maybe Rope doesn't need to use killing to prove his qualifications as a mystic, but after all, it is a special case of being favored by God.If others want to become a monster like "Mysticist", it is impossible to remain bloodless and tearless.

We must fight the erosion of reason with indifference and cruelty. If we don't do this, in the end, Sena Artem will definitely become a real monster, unable to maintain his human form until he is inspired by some evil god and becomes a puppet. General presence.

Failure is not allowed.

"But..." the brown-black long-haired girl protested weakly.

"He's just a child...about the same age as my cousin, teacher, he will have a more exciting life in the future, and he shouldn't die here...and, I don't dare to kill..."

After all, Sena is just an ordinary person, and the flowers in the greenhouse cannot bear the weight of other people's lives.