Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope thought this and walked into the elevator.

The door of the elevator closed, shutting out the noise of crying in pain.

go down--

Chapter [-] The battle of the two rituals begins

The underground of the apartment is not deep at all, because this is a building originally built for civil use. After the extremely short elevator time, Rope and the two rituals appeared in the dark underground.

The silent space is filled with the smell of metal and formalin, a bit pungent.In this dark and dangerous environment, the girl took out a dagger from behind the belt of her kimono and held it casually in her hand.

"You can't see anything if you go deeper like this. Can't you make this place a little brighter?"

She has magic eyes and her eyesight is good, but it does not mean that the two rituals will have night vision ability, and the darkness will hinder her to some extent.Especially now that the battle is about to break out.

"You finally see the essence of my omnipotence - Doraemon sincerely serves you."

Rope was joking and bowed in a show-like salute.

After a while, a white-gold light rose from Rope's fingertips, illuminating the surrounding five-meter range very brightly, and the expansion of the range is not the previous darkness, but a hazy state.

Although there are more useful "High Light Elements", which are suspected to be high-power light bulbs, element creatures, but considering the self-esteem of the group of high-cold guys and the need for each other's help in the future, Ropey dispelled the idea of ​​​​the beacon show princes.

However, this is enough for both ceremonies.Satisfied, the girl continued to walk forward. At the end of the light, there was a staircase behind a small door, leading to the lower level.

"God, are you really not in a happy mood about killing?" The girl's questioning voice echoed in the empty underground.

"No."

Following the two ceremonies, Rope explained briskly.

"I'm afraid of trouble and whim. It's a shortcoming that I can't get rid of. Indeed, I originally planned to let the guy with the happy name meet directly, but temporarily considering my subordinates, I still gave Mr. Aruba a chance. , so that he can show his talent in another way. It's more in my interest to use waste than to die outright, isn't it?"

Fallow's madness meant that he was not a qualified leader.

In addition, the subordinates he "recruited" have also acquired Cthulhu's unique neurotic flavor in the past two years. Except for absolutely obeying the orders of the superiors, the rest of the organization is a mess.So when Aruba begged for mercy, Ropey would think of the communication with his servant a few days ago, thus giving him a decent identity.

"—boring answer."

The answer did not exceed the expectations of the two ceremonies, and she sighed in disappointment.

Rope smiled.He would not let the two ceremonies deepen their identification with "murderers".

The sound of wooden shoes and leather shoes reverberated alternately, and the two finally came to the bottom floor of the West Building, which was also the place where Rope's perception of the entire Xiaochuan apartment's magic reaction was the strongest.

The location of the magician Araya Zunren.

The darkness faded, the brightness of the electric lights re-occupied the ground, and Ropey extinguished the magic used for lighting.

On the throne composed of drain pipes and wires, the monk in black seemed to have been waiting for a long time, opened his eyes hidden in the shadows, and spoke with an emotionless voice.

"Welcome, two ceremonies, and the Lord of War God of Zoroastrianism."

"I thought you would run away. Araya Zonglian."

Compared to the two ceremonies that exuded super fierce hostility from the moment they entered the room, Ropey was much more relaxed.

He sat down on the "mountain" next to him, picked up a jar containing a human head and tossed it.

"Like last time, isn't it good to find a rare chance to survive and then run away like a dog? I won't go after you when I leave this city. And after you make today's decision, whether it is summer The warmth or the coolness of winter will no longer be felt.”

"I have repeated the cycle of Spring and Autumn for two hundred times, and I have long forgotten what you said about the feeling." Araiya Zonglian, as always, said with a depressed philosopher face.

"Fate decides, the human being Araya Zonglian will get the answer here, or be relieved. So I can't escape, and let the Lord of War God disappointed."

A person who has forgotten even the original purpose, this is the last performance of Araya Zonglian - whether it is a failure or a success.

"It doesn't matter. It's just that with me sitting here, are you sure you can get the former? It's a little too confident, tantric monk."

"The probability is not zero, it is worth a try."

This is underground, and the manipulation of the weather cannot directly affect it.It is similar to the big enchantment in the body of a monk, and the opponent's extraordinary physical fitness can be corrected directly with the enchantment.

"Heh—" Rope sneered and didn't speak.

Araya Zonglian stood up from the throne, walked slowly down, and finally stood on the ground parallel to Rope.

Right in front of the girl in the kimono.

The huge pressure caused by the tall figure and inexplicable sense of danger was directly exerted on the two rituals. I don't know when, the pupils of the girl had turned blue and red.

Death, staring at Huangye Zonglian.

"He has the relics of eminent monks in his body, don't be distracted, just look at his torso, it will make the posture easier for you."

"Crap."

The feet of the two rituals were slightly opened, and the posture was adjusted, like an elegant female leopard, and the next moment would tear the person in front of him to pieces with the "sharp teeth" on his hands.

she asked coldly.

"It was you that day, wasn't it?"

"Exactly." Huangye Zonglian did not deny it.

"why?"

"Because of the necessary disruption of the balance."