Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"The other party has the power to manipulate the weather. Cornelius Aruba, you know what that means."

"..."

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning belonged to the authority of the gods in ancient times.

Neither humans nor the Dead Apostles have the qualifications to control them.

Cornelius Aruba didn't know the true ancestor's ability, otherwise he might correct this sentence in his mind.

"What a joke!"

He scolded in a low voice, regardless of the cane he had thrown on the ground, and turned around to leave.

"Where are you going."

"Why don't you ask! Hurry up and escape from this ghost place! A god, if my brain hasn't gone moldy and deteriorated, I will definitely not wait to die with you!"

"I have contacted once, and the attitude of the other party is still unclear."

Alanye Zonglian is still in that steady tone: "We still have a chance, this resistance is so great, and it also proves the correctness of the path I have chosen."

"This time, it's true."

Cornelius Aruba stopped.

A magician's sad wish, an irresistible temptation.

His expression changed a few times like a Sichuan opera, and finally gritted his teeth and rooted his steps on the ground with considerable perseverance.

"...Can the true identity of the other party be judged?" He still had a glimmer of hope.

If the identity of the gods is only a minor god that is not worth mentioning, then as human beings, they may still have some hope.

"When we briefly fought with me, a wheel with ten signs appeared behind the god, with ancient Persian characters."

Aruba Soren shattered Aruba's fantasy.

"Going through the myths of ancient Persia, I found a god who is more than [-]% similar to that god. "Avesta" Volume III Asht Chapter [-] "Bahram Asht" , named Bahram, alias Veleslana, the ancient Persian god of war and victory."

"..."

Although he was mentally prepared, after hearing the words of Zonglian Araya, Cornelius Aruba was still pale as if he had been slammed with a hammer in the chest.

"God of victory...I didn't run away when I heard this, I think I must be crazy..."

"I need to create a big barrier that is comparable to the inherent barrier, and for this, I need your technology of "continuing to survive only by relying on the brain". "

"Hmph, as you please."

Aruba said irritably: "Araya, I'm only responsible for providing technology. If things go wrong, I'll get out of your plan on my own, and then plan another way to the root cause."

"can."

The conditions are not too much, and Aya Zonglian nodded in agreement.

"What are your plans now?"

"I have to go to the clock tower. It's too unsafe for the two of us alone. I don't want to die in a place like this!"

Cornelius Aruba didn't stop this time, and quickly left Araya Zonglian's side, rushing to the airport in the night like Guanbuzi City.

Stupid guy, but enough as a pawn...

Araya Zonglian continued to look silently at the empty land in front of her.

Chapter [-] The Attitude of Wu Tiao Wu Painting

"Really, Ape has a fiancée."

"Um……"

Sitting at the table, Rope ate the food prepared by Wu Tiao Mist, like chewing wax.

The girl turned her back to him, dressed in casual home clothes, a white sweater, jeans and pink cotton slippers, and was holding a rag to wipe the little dust on the furniture in the room.

She looks like a good woman at home.

He couldn't hide it more than the first day of the new year, but he couldn't hide it on the fifteenth day. Luo Pei still explained Fujino's matter to Wuhui. For such a girl, he couldn't bear to lie to her.

...Only in this situation, I still think the world of "Godslayer" is better.

In the world over there, Rope relied on the natural bonus of his status, and he didn't have to worry about burning himself as many women as he wanted. From the girls' point of view, it was normal for the "Demon King" to want a harem-because the devil who is not lewd is more lecherous. The demon king is much more difficult to deal with, and there is no one to persuade, and I am the only one.

Such as the Marquis of Vauban and Salvatore Tony.

But here is different. There is no identity that the girls can understand. He can only use language to achieve his ambitions like the scumbag protagonist of a light novel.

You are all my wings... Rope took another bite of the sandwich, feeling sad in his heart.

It is unprecedented for a godslayer to mix up to his level.

He put down the breakfast in his hand, coughed a few times in embarrassment, and asked Wu Tiao Wuhui in a vague tone.

"Mizuki, say something. I'm a little flustered like this..."

"What to say..."

Wuhui continued to wipe, and Rope was heartbroken, stood up, walked to the kitchen chopping board, and picked up a sharp knife for cutting vegetables.