Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

(If I can write like a master of craftsmanship, I will write a fart fan! (Fall))

Chapter one hundred and seventy-eighth enchantment completed

Norman stepped out of the sewers with Raven on his front foot, and Kesma started to move on his hind foot.

"Draw a circle over there, then turn a corner and draw the shape of a mandala flower. What? You don't know what a mandala flower looks like... Stop it! You are a primary school student's simplified drawing! Give me more attention. !"

"Oh……"

Kesma quickly drew the magic circle on the wall, without having to look at his hands, he naturally drew exquisite patterns, and incidentally taught his apprentice Sena Artem.

Although the young girl always got A or B grades in art class, she still made a lot of mistakes when she first came into contact with such complex and coherent graphics.

"Master..."

"Ok?"

Without looking back, Kesma focused on drawing her magic circle.

The entire western wall in the sewers, from the darkness at the end, was almost entirely painted with human blood by Kesma.

Alien stars, hell, star-devourers, those who sing doomsday, gods freed from bondage, galaxies chanting... The symbols of chaos and the same purpose in "Necronomicon" were extracted by Kesma, and they were hard and soft together. printed on the wall.

It's like the madness of abstraction, with indescribable beauty and fear.

"This kind of drawing...is your secret art?"

Sena put down her blood-stained fingers, and said with some embarrassment: "Whether it's summoning monsters or fighting those knights with bare hands, what you showed before is obviously much better than these... Or is it because I am now Don't you deserve to learn those things?"

The fingers stopped, Kesma turned her head, and the corners of her mouth twitched to look at the somewhat frustrated Sena.

This ignorant guy!

"...Can't you just keep your mouth shut and follow my instructions quietly?"

Everyone wants to eat a big fat man in one bite.

If you want to release magic or secret arts, you must first have magic power, psionic power, and spiritual power. In short, all supernatural abilities in the sense of spirit and soul can be used.If ordinary people want to have these, they can only rely on the special meditation method taught by the teacher to accumulate little by little, otherwise it will be useless.

Kesma doesn't have time to teach from the very basics.

However, "Material" can't help, "Mold" if Sena learns it well, it will not affect the way of the secret art in the future - there may be miraculous effects.

Senna obviously didn't understand Kesma's painstaking efforts.

"What is "a lot of cleverness", you seem to understand the secret of Cthulhu very well. ' Kesma's tone was bad.

"What I'm teaching you now is the best spirit formation technique! Remember these patterns. If you can display them independently in the future, I can guarantee you. At that time, you will definitely stand on the mysterious side of this world!"

"...all of these?"

Sena was stunned, looked up at the dense walls from one end to the other, and suddenly felt dizzy, and her head began to heat up like the processor was overloaded.

"Nonsense. Magic circles are all in one ring, and one pattern is not enough." Kesma continued to work hard.

"Neither I nor Ben... the other guy likes this type of positional warfare. We prefer straightforward direct strikes, whether it's mental or energy, or even hand-to-hand combat, the type that can instantly deal damage. Always our first choice. But now why am I painting these ghosts in the dark sewers?"

"Because...this is strong?" Sena stared at the blood on her fingertips. "It's stronger than any secret technique you've used before, Master?"

"That's right," Kesma said. "There are not many enchantments at the level of gods, and there are even fewer except those of the auxiliary type, and I am using exactly one of them, the direct damage type - "Death Star Forge", you will know the power later. Got it...well, that's all the prep work is done. "

The blood of the little finger was hooked at the lowest end of the slate, and Kesma stepped back, admiring the "masterpiece" he had completed.

"what."

Sena agreed unwittingly, and then she thought of something, and asked her master a little embarrassedly.

"That... I haven't finished it yet, Master." Her imitation painting was only less than one-fifth completed, and it couldn't compare to Kesma.

"It doesn't matter." Kesma waved his hand. "Yours is useless at all, it's just a "homework" I asked you to practice, the main purpose is to make you remember these lines.Now, before the enemy comes, let me continue to draw! "

"Yes!" Sena snorted and hurriedly continued to dance on the wall.

"Speaking of which, what kind of guy is your enemy, Master? Is it stronger than those knights and magicians before? You need to be so careful." She asked curiously.

"you recognize."

Kesma smiled. "The next thing we have to deal with is the evil god of Norse mythology - Loki."

"Ugh?!"

The next instant, Sena was messed up in the wind.

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The small town of Avosta, the hoarse and terrifying screams are hidden in the layers of thick fog.

In the attic, the alleys of the street, the fence of the sewer, walking on the spacious and uninhabited street, you can feel a faint sight from there, watching you with hunger and greed.

If an unfortunate outsider steps into this place, they will definitely doubt whether they have entered the watch world of Silent Hill for the first time, so they are afraid to pee their pants.

Sadly, this place is even scarier than Silent Hill.

A few Byakies hovered in the sky, staring at the mother and daughter hidden on the left side of an abandoned car like vultures ready to prey.

Not surprisingly, it was the lunch they saw, and they could have a full meal right away.

"Mom..." The girl retracted her head into her mother's arms, trembling in fear.