The Endless Shuttle

"Oh……"

The black-haired young man pointed at himself, then pointed at Gada and said.

"Rope, I'm a horror writer for the time being. The girl over there is Gada Kukokkan. You should have heard of this name, right?"

"The first time I met, the alchemist who struggling from a short-lived species. The opportunity to meet me and Lord Demon God will not be in vain for the immortality you have worked so hard to achieve."

The pale green-haired girl maintained an understatement.

Even if Nina had accomplished a great cause, it was a struggle of the short-born species for the true ancestor.

eternal life? The true ancestors were born to be immortal. Powerful magic? The number of natural disaster beasts manipulated by the true ancestors is the best explanation.

Perhaps others will still be amazed at Nina's achievements and maintain basic respect, but at best, Gada Kukokkan is only on the verge of "not bad."

Gada's nerves that had been crushed by the demon **** would not have been moved by this matter a long time ago.

"Gada Kukokkan..."

Nina Adilad repeated the name, and her beautiful eyes widened after a while.

"Isn't this the name of "The Lady of Chaos Realm"? ! Is the female vampire over there the third true ancestor "the Empress of Chaos"? "

Although the area where Nina is active is far from Northern Europe, North America, and Central Asia where the true ancestors are active, the names of the three true ancestors will be heard more or less as long as they are not idiots.

They are the manifestation of violence, the pinnacle of the world's highest force, and the absolute ruler.

"Aha……"

Nina Adilad let out a long sigh.

"I didn't expect that living a long time would have such benefits. The one standing before waking up again turned out to be the third true ancestor who barely appeared to the outside world, and..."

She turned to the dark-haired young man sitting on the sofa again.

"Do you call yourself a "horror novel writer"? It's better not to be kidding. The high-dimensional feeling in your body is shaking even if the concubine is immortal. If Xiang You are those who use pens to ask for life, then there is probably no normal person in this world. "

Rope smiled.

"I said yes, that is. No one can question and no one can refute."

"...Well, anyway, it has nothing to do with the concubine, you have to hide your identity and follow you."

Nina Adilad reached out and put her hand on the broken wooden table. The ability of alchemy's "material reorganization" came into play. The wood was turned into a long white cloth and draped over the girl.

She is not blind, nor is she a fool.

The black-haired young man spreading a sense of danger sat on the sofa, and the third true ancestor stood behind the young man as a maid. Even if the identity of the other party is unknown, at least it can be seen that it will definitely not be inferior to the "true ancestor."

The brown girl was not hypocritical at all, sitting carelessly across from Rope.

"So, what do you want to do when you wake up your concubine?"

Nina tilted her head.

"The concubine body thought for a while, the concubine body that has disappeared in the world for more than two hundred years, there is probably nothing else in your body that can interest the existence of your class except "the spiritual blood of the sage." I’m sorry to ask you to resuscitate your concubine's body. The "sage's spiritual blood" can't be given to your concubine's body. "

"hehe……"

Gada smiled lightly.

"Don't consider yourself too precious. What you insist on desperately may be just large-scale non-burnable "trash" for some beings. "

"Wait, Gada."

Rope stopped the taunt of the third true ancestor.

He asked.

"Why do you say "the spiritual blood of a sage" you can't be the master? Did you create that thing? "Great Alchemist" Nina Adilad, this is the feat you have been praised by the world, and is there a situation where the master cannot manipulate your creation? "

Rope has clearly entered a state of absorbing knowledge.

"……so it is."

Nina suddenly realized.

"What you are staring at is the knowledge of alchemy in your concubine's mind..."

"What? Are you going to reject my thirst for knowledge?"

"No." She shrugged, "Anyway, it's not important knowledge. As the third true ancestor over there, if you take the time to find it, you will definitely not know less than the concubine. It's just "Whether it is by the concubine." The difference between dictation is nothing more. "

No longer the former "great alchemist", plus the identity of the person in front of her, Nina would not be stingy with her knowledge.

As the third true ancestor said, what she insists on is that certain high-level existence is just large-scale non-burnable garbage. The only difference is that the garbage is interesting.

"The "spiritual blood of the sage" is indeed made by the concubine body and other alchemists, but there is a misunderstanding in it. "

Nina explained.

"It does not mean that the concubine body is the real master of the "sage's spiritual blood." Its owner is the "sage", an immortal individual created with a perfect human as a template, and the reason why the concubine body can manipulate the "sage's spiritual blood" is that something went wrong at the end of the experiment, and the concubine body is now in Serve as the caretaker of the "sage". "

The girl pointed to the red gem under her neck.

"You should know that the consciousness of the concubine's body is here-the true owner of "Sage's Spiritual Blood" doesn't need such gadgets. "

To put it in a simpler way, the "sages" created by alchemists did not become out of control, or something that would bring bad results, as they imagined.

Then the alchemists separated the consciousness of the "sage" from the spiritual blood, and Nina, the most outstanding of them, served as a living sacrifice. While in charge of the "sage's spiritual blood", they guarded the "sage". Original consciousness.

Watcher again...

The fourth true ancestor was the watcher of Cain. Nangong was the watcher of the prison barrier that month. Now the great alchemist is the watcher of the sage...

It seems that the world that devours blood always likes to play the tune of the watcher and the watcher.

Are there no other better options?

Rope murmured silently in his heart.

"You...the one you are holding, isn't it the "magic book"? "

"Um?"

Gada looked at the "King of Yellow Clothes" in her hand and frowned.

"It's a magic book, does this have anything to do with you?"