Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The effect is the same, but it saves a lot of trouble.

This incarnation is the "Prime Eternal" Tavel Art Umr.

The gatekeeper of the ultimate gate; the leader of the gods, elves, and demons in the abyss of dreams; the silhouette of a far-off land; the omniscient who grasps the truth...

If Yavgomon is the dark side, then another incarnation of Bubble, Tawil Att Umr, is relatively kind and kind.It encourages any creature to complete the trial set by itself, and sincerely hopes to share the secret knowledge behind the ultimate gate with other creatures, but unfortunately, no creature has yet been alive to bring back the secret behind the "door" .

They don't mean that they can't pass the test, the vast starry sky, and the talents are overwhelming.But even these proud people, after seeing the truth that surpassed their own limits, without exception, they were all drowned together with their souls.Just as a snake cannot swallow an elephant, this is an iron law for mortal beings.

Leaving aside the unrelated backstory, Rope is somewhat confident about this relatively mild incarnation call.

Next to the main building of the Tokyo Research Institute, similar to the observatory, the black-haired youth took advantage of his authority to disperse everyone in the entire building.The wide top floor was properly organized, and Rope around the center point, constantly scribbling and drawing on the ground with his own blood, and after a while, a primitive and hideous, complex and disgusting formation appeared on the floor.

At the same time, he took out the various secret arts materials that had been prepared in the Foundation's island period, and placed them precisely where they should be.

"Well, the formation is completed, the next is the details, I almost forgot to watch... The ritual of the ancient immortals rejects silver, iron, aluminum, red branches, shark blood, crabs... Why are there so many!?"

Rope flipped through the Necronomicon in his head, and was stunned to find that this bubble incarnation had many problems.

It just doesn't like what other Old Ones don't care about at all, and not liking it will reduce the success rate of the ritual.The most exaggerated thing is that "Prime Eternal" Tavel even asked the priest's fingers not to have dust.

A true and refined evil god.

The black-haired young man looked at his index finger, which was stained with blood and dust because of the painting formation. He was silent for a moment, and then quickly summoned water to wash it, hoping that everything would happen.

After the preparations and precautions, it is the official link god.

Luo Pei closed his eyes and held his breath. The magic power like a sea of ​​deep gushing out frantically under his mobilization, spread along the still bloodstains, until the entire top floor was filled with the power of the black-haired youth, calling for the formation of the gods. There is a reaction.

The blood quickly turned into crystals, locking Ropey, who was standing in it, in the center.

"The god at the door... the king of the gigantic stone base, I offer this as a sacrifice here, and I am willing to accept your trial of infinite wisdom... Please open the door to the deepest abyss of the dream, and invite your believers... ...please appear before me..."

Rope chanted the interstellar priest's prayer in an obscure language, over and over again, barely keeping his mind at peace.

This is probably the most boring part.

Because the next thing to rely on is not Rope himself, but "Prime Eternal" Tavier Att Umr.If the great god feels it, the secret ritual will be successful, but if he doesn't feel it, then this call will fail.

However, it was the men who were entangled with the evil gods and slept with two evil gods.During the three hours of standing still, a trace of power from outside the domain, or a deeper place, penetrated into the space on the top floor.

Luo Pei respectfully knelt down on one knee, closed his eyes, and the speed of silent prayer doubled.

The same is fermented in the normal world.

The mighty power of the gods, weeds with human faces began to grow on the floor, blood and tears flowed from their empty eyes, as if they were regretting their insignificance, and they were unwilling to enter Baoshan but were crushed to death by treasure.All around, wooden bookshelves, paper books, and large astronomical telescopes have decayed and turned into ashes and fragments, and then reborn in the ashes, repeating the cycle of time, showing the speciality of the ancient immortals.

Even the black-haired young man himself was affected a little, his handsome face began to age, and the other half was as smooth as a baby.

As if feeling nothing, Rope continued the final phase of his prayer.

"I, the great mystic, Rope, the one who thirsts for knowledge, the patron of Cthulhu, Hastur, Nyarlathotep, Nyogda, Igoronak, and the rulers of the old days, I hereby pray for your presence in front of me, great immemorial immortal, His Majesty Tawil Att Umr..."

--boom!

Like a nuclear bomb exploded in the spiritual sea, Ropey lost control of his body.

The surroundings are changing, out of the real world.

An indescribable scene floated in front of me, and I reached out to touch it, but I caught a piece of star dust.Continuing to fall, the black-haired youth saw the faces of the creatures living in the deepest part of the dream, as well as the little local gods who were sheltered by Tawil Yat Umr and lingering.

Immediately, the first door opened during the fall.

At this time, the clear and cognizable world reawakened Rope's dreamlike thinking.

- The boulder base.

This is the throne of the ancient immortals, and it is also the independent kingdom of God incarnated by Yog Sothoth.

Being able to use the identity of one, let the incarnation lead the independent kingdom of gods, even Nyarlathotep can't do it, so you can see the greatness of the leopard, the one that unites all things.

The sky was a gloomy twilight, with dark clouds rolling overhead, and Ropey stood on the endless boulder wilderness, breathing ethereal energy, with colorful bubbles floating around him.

In the distance where the sun sets, the god he wants to meet is standing in front of the huge throne.

The recognizable appearance of Tawil Yat Umr is limited. Its outline is not fixed, but it briefly changes into something from a long time ago, or a vague black silhouette similar to a person. A pale grey fabric covers it thickly.

The Primordial Eternal, one of the three most famous incarnations of Yog Sothoth, "The One Who Returns All Things", actually appeared in front of Rope!

Chapter [-] The Promise and Gift of Yog Sothoth

Arriving at the base of the boulder, the black-haired youth's strange appearance returned to his usual beauty.

He maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, obeying the taboos in the "Necronomicon", and did not speak first, quietly waiting for the words of the ancient immortal.

Enough to create a sense of time confusion and long serenity.

Gradually, the number of gorgeous bubbles floating in the sky increased.They rushed to Rope's face, lifted him up, and brought him to Tawil Yat Umr.

As the distance got closer, the black-haired young man discovered that the size of the Primordial Eternals was exaggerated, as if the shadow alone could link the world.

The vague deity lowered his head and held the black-haired youth with both hands. A peaceful voice sounded in Rope's mind without warning.

"You are a great mystic, but you have repeatedly disregarded the warnings in the books and entered our country. This is a very bad habit, Rope. Once a habit is formed, before the future is determined, It will be life-threatening. My countrymen..."

Tavel sighed.

"Don't say it."