Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Beside him, like yin and yang, stood a red man.

With dark golden hair and blue eyes, his face was as deep as a sculpture, and he had an elegant temperament.Judging from his appearance, he looks like a German in his twenties.Wearing a tacky red coat, a handsome man like a painting.

"We haven't seen each other for some time now, Araya. You're still the same as when you were in the clock tower."

The handsome man said in a timid voice.

"No one is as proficient in the study of origins as you are... The origin of "stillness"... heh.There is no need to pursue the blood of the dead, the long lifespan..."

"Cornellus Aruba. As a puppet master, what's the difference between you and me, the body is only a long time. Your soul and mine are decaying."

Alan Yezong said dryly, making people think that it was the cold and cold words of the underworld spit out from the mouth of the corpse.

"what."

The man named "Aruba" smiled undeniably and lowered the brim of his top hat.

"Then, why are you so eager to summon me from Thubenheim Abbey to this island country in the far east? Next month will be the selection of the "Next Dean". "

"I found my way to the root and need your help."

Araya Zonglian's words have always been straightforward, and after hearing this, Cornelius Aruba couldn't smile anymore.

He looked at the classmates in the clock tower in shock, his lips constantly shaking.

source!That's what all magicians dream of craving!

At the moment, Aruba immediately asked in an eager voice.

"Root, root? You, you found the way to the root? This way, this way..." His fingers on the cane continued to strengthen, and the words were incoherent.

"Araya! Are you sure it's really the way to the root!?"

"I'm sure."

Araya Zonglian glanced at her companion, and said without rushing: "The peculiar existence of yin and yang, the "nothing" in the middle, there must be a vortex of the root. "

Aruba burst into laughter, from childhood to adulthood, and after a while, it was a wild laugh.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

"This is destined! That laurel belongs to me, Cornelius Aruba!!"

Cornelius Aruba, who was about to go mad, was tempted by just a little bit of news about the source, and there was a hint of pity in Araya Zonglian's deep eyes.

Why is he not the one who runs for this root cause.

For thousands of years, the sorrowful wishes of all magicians—

After a long silence, the blond man in red calmed down.

In the end, it is a cold-blooded and ruthless magician who thinks differently from ordinary people.Cornelius Aruba stared at the classmate who just told him the news with hostility and doubts.

"Araya, since it is the inevitable path to the root, why did you choose to tell me?"

His voice turned cold.

Magicians are a group of extremely selfish, unscrupulous people for their ideals.If what Araya Zonglian said was true, why did he not enjoy it alone, but chose him who was far away in the monastery?

Cornelius Aruba is no fool.

"I can't get to the end alone, and the resistance on that road is desperately strong."

Araya Zonglian pulled off his shirt, and the necrotic cyan flesh was so conspicuous on the marble-carved body.

Rope's blow contained the power of "Hercules", although the bones were connected and the internal organs were repaired, but for Araya Zonglian, who relied on the power of the body to eat, the wounds of the muscles were not so easy to heal.

"...You of the martial arts faction can't defeat the opponent?"

"I was seriously injured in one blow, and I was able to survive and stand in front of you, because the other party didn't want to kill me."

Hearing this, Aruba's face changed completely.

He knows how powerful Araya Zonglian is, and his combat power is completely unmatched by an academy like him.With the six layers of enchantment that distinguish between inside and outside, plus an experienced and tempered body, no magician will get much benefit from fighting against Araya Zonglian.

"Who's the other party? Brand... No, the Grand Magician? Or a dead apostle with a lifespan of more than five hundred years?"

Or the ancestors of only twenty-seven dead disciples—

Cornelius Aruba did not dare to ask these words, his reason refused to accept such a desperate enemy on the path of the fascinating root.The existence of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles is all a monster among monsters.

"neither."

Araya Zonglian denied this, but before Cornelius Aruba could breathe a sigh of relief, the monk's next sentence made the red-clothed magician almost jump up.

"The other party is a god resurrected from the age of gods."

"Varied--"

Aruba's expression twisted, trying to find traces of lies on Araya Zonglian's face.

No.

"God—!? Araya Zonglian, are you kidding me!?"

Aruba's cane fell to the ground, and he couldn't care about his gentlemanly demeanor.

"God! God! What a funny joke! Hahaha! In the modern age where even fantasy species don't exist, Araya, you actually told me that there is a god in this far eastern island country!? The city under our feet!?"