The Endless Shuttle

Just as Aina stepped into the doorway, a chill rushed into her back, like a scum of great will surrounding the air, an uneasy feeling rising from the depths of her soul...

Click, click.

There was the sound of trampling on the marble floor.

Ai Na took a sigh of relief when she saw the visitor.

The clothes that the man was wearing should be those of the wizard technician of the engineering team, but he, or his face, was completely dissatisfied with the appearance that Aina had seen two months ago.

It looks like a mixture of octopus and human, with a strange-looking seal hanging around its neck.

"Welcome, Count Aina."

The monster said respectfully, and then handed over the documents in his hand.

"This is a form that needs to be reported after completion. Please check it."

"Are you really okay?"

Aina asked unbelievably.

The octopus monster scratched the tentacles on his chin, with a grinning smile on his mouth.

"Don't worry, Count Aina, this appearance is just a negative gift from knowledge. It's better to say that I feel more comfortable now than ever."

"..."

"Hey, Aina, it's not normal here..." Rena Dorothy whispered a little nervously, "When I was fighting with the American soldiers, I was cut off by a magic cannon and almost died. My feeling here is worse than then..."

"Well, we will leave when your Majesty is down."

Ai Na looked at the monster, then at the dizzying pattern on the ceiling, and she agreed with Rena Doro's words.

Did not enter the opera house, and did not choose to sit down and rest.

Driven by a sense of inexplicable fear, the two female vampires stood in the hall waiting for their queen.

Soon, the door was pushed open again.

The light green long hair was woven into a cumbersome and beautiful hairstyle. Wearing a classic white long dress, Gada Cukokan, the "Emperor of Chaos", arrived at this opera house.

Before the two of them bowed down and saluted, another figure appeared behind the true ancestor.

The handsome young man with black hair has a gentle smile, and his tall figure is three heads taller than Gada.

"The construction is not bad. In this way, the arrival of His Majesty Hasta can be basically said to be a certainty."

"I ordered the arrangement strictly in accordance with the knowledge you have granted. Of course, I can't go wrong." Gada Kukokkan said triumphantly: "In such an environment, even the discerning vision of the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea should be able to Are you satisfied?"

"Don't underestimate that majesty's appetite."

Ai Na knows the dark-haired young man.

The root cause of the third true ancestor's appearance in the outside world is also the only love she announced in a high profile. In the vampire rumors, the fourth true ancestor is inextricably related to the existence.

The Marquis of Aldikia, Rope, the creator of the myth of Cthulhu!

Chapter 60 The Return of the King of Yellow Clothes

For three years in this world, for the Devil God, he didn't even need to care about it for a small amount of time.

Nangong continued her teaching career that month. Orola has been promoted from the first grade of junior high school to the third grade, and will soon become an honorable female high school student. Natsane Haze is one grade lower than Orola because he is the youngest. Nina was completely indulged in the alchemy experiment after freedom, and she was too happy.

Half a month ago, Rope's "The Myth of Cthulhu" officially topped the sales list of novels worldwide, and the propaganda of the third true ancestor several years ago played a vital role.

And today, here in the realm of Chaos, the Demon God will personally preside over the arrival of Hasta, the "Lord of Deep Sky Stars".

"The sun is swallowed by the water of Lake Harry, just as the truth is buried in the wisdom of the ages. High priest Nautaba showed Cassiluda a prophecy, showing that her successor will be the last of the kings. And Cassiluda's elder brother Adonis kept entangled again and asked Casiruda to reassign the heir..."

Rope stroked the etched on the wall, and whispered a weird story written in weird words.

These are the contents of "The King of Yellow Clothes".

"Ades and Adibalan are reflected on the lake. In the reflection, Casiruda saw the dark and legendary city-Kalksa. The horror that suffocated Casiruda is true. The end has arrived, Kasiruda. Xyluda is also approaching. The scavengers are already circling over Casiruda's head..."

Gada Kukokkan squinted her eyes and was fascinated by the singing of the black-haired young man.

As the occultist who was introduced into the door by the demon god, the true ancestor felt the mysterious power from these obscure content.

That comes from the majesty of the King of Yellow Clothes, the lord of the deep sky star sea.

Aina and Lena Doro knelt on the ground and bowed, their expressions confused, as if they were listening to the heavenly book.

The third true ancestor reacted and raised his hand to make her courtier stand up.

"Earl Aina, Lady Reina Doro, you two did a very good job. I will write down this feat."

"No, your majesty is overwhelmed. We are just in charge of supervising the work. It is the engineering team who completed this brilliant opera house."

"Then it has nothing to do with you."

Gada Kukokkan said.

"After submitting the documents, forget about this matter completely. Don't leave a trace of memory. You have never been responsible for this matter, and these days of hard work are just your leisure time on vacation in Vinaga. You understand. ?"

The two vampire women shuddered in their hearts and lowered their heads deeply.

"Follow your majesty's orders."

This matter is confidential.

Although it was nothing to expose, the secret characteristics of the occultist had soaked Gada, making her feel that apart from the deepest file backup of the empire, this matter had better not leave a trace in the world.

"Get down."

"Yes."

Regardless of how curious the black-haired youth might be here, Aina and Lena Doro left the opera house as if they were fleeing under Gada's order.

If you don't leave, I'm afraid their queen will not let them go.

The third true ancestor followed the black-haired youth into the main hall of the opera house.

The crimson curtain, which looked like blood, hung in the center of the stage, silent, with lights on.

Each seat was hidden in the darkness, listening carefully, as if there was an ambiguity from an unknown spirit body, admiring the king of yellow clothes.

The main person in charge of the engineering team is also the magician who took over "The King of Yellow Clothes" from Gada. He crouched under the stage, holding the manuscript of "The King of Yellow Clothes" in his hands, like a pilgrim's. Praying toward the top of the stage like a tribute, making a low voice with sobbing and terrifying laughter.