The Endless Shuttle

"Well, in addition to holidays and divine studies, by the way, sell the knowledge of the true evil spirits in that world..."

He stretched and said lazily.

"At any rate, it is also the reserve of the old dominators. Doing something for the camp is also considered a meeting ceremony for the evil gods. Of course, my own "myth" will also pay attention to writing... after all, it is already a "demigod." "

‘Oh oh...’

"Why are you crying..."

Arcelia cried out inexplicably, and Rope was speechless.

"It's just that Ape has finally grown up..." Acelia said in a fake cry.

"Don't put what I said like a three-year-old kid, what stage and what to do, I can clearly distinguish."

The black-haired youth stood up from the throne.

"Take advantage of the moment before leaving, let me bring up another subject of mine-the detailed establishment of the "Kingdom of God". "

The foundation of the multiverse gods.

——The Kingdom of God.

Rope has not forgotten the power of Azakaron's fragments of the kingdom of God, and the kingdom of God is also an indispensable thing to embark on the path of evil gods in the future.

——That is the manifestation of a god-based authority.

"The "White Gospel"... It turns out that the group of His Majesty and His Majesty have prepared for me a long time ago, a group of caring guys..."

'I bother! ’

Acelia took a sip.

‘Ape! Only in this matter, I strongly recommend that you pick up the bowl for dinner and put down the bowl to scold your mother! Don't thank them! Those guys don't have a good thing! ’

Acelia cursed her compatriot, and Rope had a subtle expression.

"Okay, okay, I admit that you are right, but at least they are really caring."

"This is..."

The system mother murmured a few words and then gave up, as if she had entered the daily standby.

Luo Pei also stopped talking to himself, shrugged and opened up the "white gospel" that once belonged to him as a substitute, but now belongs to himself and has been intimately transformed by the evil gods.

Entering again after a thousand years.

Chapter 104: The Witch in the White Gospel, the Spirit of the Kingdom of God in the Future

In the world of the "White Gospel", the medical care facilities are stained with the old traces of time washed away, and the pale forest spreads like a plague. The territory has expanded hundreds of times compared with the last time Ropey came here.

Standing on the top floor, the black-haired youth stepped on a withered vine and looked at the silent and gloomy world below.

"I remember at the very beginning, I relied on this ability to win my first power in the world of "Godkiller", and thus set foot on the position of the "devil". As a result, not only has the avatar been absorbed by me, but even the "White Gospel" has become a mere space storage prop..."

Rope sighed.

Acelia was not surprised at all.

‘It’s not of course. ’She said.

‘Along with the abundance of your strength, Ape, the abilities you choose to use will gradually be assigned a "priority." With other abilities that are more convenient and easier to use, the importance of the "white gospel" will be reduced. Objectively speaking, this is a good thing. ’

As the so-called computer still has the problem of updating, the power of itself is even more so.

Only by positively accepting new things can "progress" be promoted, and this matter is the most reasonable no matter where it is placed.

"I know. But going around and back to the original point still feels complicated."

Rope smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, oh, I can count on my age..."

‘Ahem, Strictly speaking, Ape, you’re still a kid who doesn’t even have a ten-thousand-year-old...puff. Acelia couldn't help laughing.

"...Just you talk a lot."

‘Don’t do this! My dear, I am praising you! Such a young glorious demigod is quite rare, right? Dear super! ’

"Yes Yes."

Rope perfunctorily stepped on the edge of the top-floor guardrail.

"Let’s talk next time, I have to concentrate on "recognizing" this space. No matter where the starting point of the kingdom of God is, it is always right to do so..."

'Um. ’

The black-haired youth jumped down from the top floor.

On the ground, the monsters of the "White Gospel" knelt to greet them humbly. No matter how long it has passed, Rope is the master of this space, the sole master of this group of mental creatures.

The afterimage left after a few space moves.

The black-haired young man stood at the top of the tree that could completely overlook the space, frowning slightly.

This subtle sense of heterogeneity... Is there anything in the space?

He recalled how he felt when he merged with the substitute, which was exactly the same now and then.

And because I entered the "White Gospel", my perception became clearer.

It is faint, like a candle that is blown out.

In less than a second, Rope determined the location of "heterogeneity" and cast his sights over.

"this is……"

The black-haired youth's expression was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that his heart has long been calm and calm as the wind and waves come along.

But the sight in front of him still surprised Rope.

At the end of the forest, on the pale snowy grassland, there was a girl lying there.

With long light purple hair, wearing a shabby white robe, her delicate face like an immature girl was stained with dust.

She had a weed in her mouth, her eyes seemed dead, and she looked up at the sky that hardly changed, as if just such a move could kill the whole day.