Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"That's it, what do you think? Do you want to accept my loyalty?"

A little tempted.

Putting aside such trivial things as power, if he can receive the legacy of mask craftsmen and control thousands of fantasy monsters and naturally born indigenous monsters, then Ropey's control over the dark side of the city can be improved to a new level. Accidents like the "Curse of the Vortex" will greatly reduce the chance of it happening.

There are certain benefits to his trials.

Rope rubbed his eyebrows and asked hesitantly.

"...Ask in advance, are you planning to play with the yellow robe, first give me the favor of being a leader, and then use the favor to say something like "righteousness" and let me lead you to destroy the human beings on this planet Bar? "

If so, the black-haired youth turned around and left without any hesitation.

The powerful sacrifice of death is imminent. He is as busy as a ghost blowing fire all day. How can he have any spare time and mood to play "Monster Rise" and satisfy the ambition of a reality bender before he dies. It is definitely a thankless task. Huge project.

If nothing else, Rope also counts on the many enjoyments brought to him by human society.

"Are you trapped by such inexplicable things as human feelings?" the mask artist asked rhetorically.

"of course not."

Rope said.

"But I'll do my best to do what I promise, so I'm asking now to avoid conflicts with my principles."

"Haha, you've been worrying too much. Just talking about my creation is based on human fear, just like the relationship between dogs and lice. Without humans, they can't live." The mask artist explained.

"You just need to be a master and rule them, and when appropriate, give some shelter so that the so-called Western organizations, or things like the "vortex" will not devour their poor lives... The rest, It's up to them how they spend their time consecrating you. "

Rope pondered for a moment.

You can harvest thousands of monsters with only a tiny responsibility, plus the loyalty of a reality bender, a multiple-choice question that is almost unnecessary.

The question is, what's the matter with this strong sense of abruptness... Has he really been unable to keep up with the fast-paced era?

"Okay, okay, it's just like going out to clean the garbage, and picking up a group of "kittens" by the way, I'll accept your reward... and then? "

Rope spread his hands.

"I believe that you will transfer the ownership of your creation and will be my master. But how can the other monsters you control be willing? I can easily kill them all, but that doesn't mean I have the spare time to buy them. Their loyalty, or, have you brainwashed them in this album?"

Bizarre and strange, ghosts and ghosts are rampant.

It is strange that a group of monsters soaked in human blood can willingly put a king on top of their heads. You can know a thing or two from the initial attitude of his hot weapon, Fujiang.

"It's not up to them."

The mask on the craftsman's face, the corners of his mouth cracked even wider.

"The creation of monsters requires the fear and spread of human beings, and in addition to these, unique souls are embedded in them... I wonder if you know something about "souls"? "

"Coincidentally, what I'm best at is "soul". "

Cthulhu is a unique subject, and Rope has always been a master of soul.

"Oh, then you really hit it off with them..."

The mask artist shook his head and said while holding the album.

"My compatriots are like fish on a sticky board. You only need to gently extract part of their "soul", and these guys will be more obedient than dogs..."

Rope narrowed his eyes and reached out to take the picture album of the mask artist.

His fingers touched the paper, and the black-haired youth suddenly felt a very inexplicable throbbing.

Not the body, but a deeper, benign feeling that is closely related to the soul.

The Mask Maker has completely severed control of its creations in the album, placing them under Rope's control.

There are other non-created monsters sealed in it, some are docile, some are violent, but their souls seem to be unguarded, as if Rope can pull out part of it with a gentle pull.

For him, it was as easy as drinking water.

Clenching the album suddenly, Rope pinched out some invisible "things" with his fingertips, which were summed up in the magic power flowing in the Lalaiye magic pattern on the back of his hand.

After doing this, all the creations and non-creations in the album, and the ruling power belongs to Rope's hands.

"All right."

Luo Peiyang raised the album in his hand.

"I took your gift."

"Thank you for taking over this important task."

The mask artist said with relief, his tone was no longer weird, but there was a rare trace of sincerity in it.

It took off its worn hat and clearly expressed the relationship between the two.

"His Royal Highness. At this point, my creations, including me, will be your master, and there will be no violation. My "Anzhiju" swears by all the essence! "

This is the first time a mask artist has reported his name.

Its name, like its most cherished hand-painted drama, is named after Anzhiju.

Hearing the overly serious words, Rope turned his eyes in embarrassment.

No matter how he thought about it, it was all something he earned, but now he did it as if he had done a huge favor to the other party, which made people feel a little weird.