The Endless Shuttle

There is no respect in the blond girl's words, and there is nothing wrong with Salvatore's streak anyway.

"What should I do..." Liliana was a little lost.

Milan is the hometown where she grew up, and she didn't want to see her hometown destroyed in the hands of the gods who couldn't follow.

Erica took away a person who tried to attack Liliana from behind, then sighed helplessly, and lightly touched Reinhardt in her hand on the shoulder of the silver-haired girl.

"Since the **** of noncompliance has someone to deal with for the time being, let him first. If you really care, you will be confused, and you have forgotten your own duty as a knight."

"Ugh?"

"The knight's job is not to protect the people?"

Erica retracted the sword in her hand, turned and walked towards the chaotic place in the city.

"Uncle hasn't had your turn to worry. He is a knight who is ten times stronger than a little girl like you. Now we only need to do what we can."

She had already planned to stun all the crazy citizens along the road and minimize the disaster.

"Maybe... we might witness a miracle happen today..." Erica said uncertainly.

For Liliana's instinct as a woman who wrestles with the **** of disobedience, she feels that if it is not that simple, she will die.

And only one of God and man can survive.

This also means that, perhaps, a new overlord will appear on this land.

The seventh king of Godslayer!

Chapter 20 The Weaknesses of the Ismith Circle

Crazy hell. White gospel.

Forged by the evil gods, the subspace is transformed into the rudimentary form of the kingdom of God, and then the world presented by Rope's subconscious nightmare

"I'm so **** up."

Rope sat in an office, spitting bitterly while drinking coffee on the table.

"How do you tell me to fight? The magic immunity is high against objects, and the attack power is also outrageous. Nima swung down like a meteorite hitting the earth with a pliers. I think the godslayer's local gods are good enough to deal with."

It was enough to resist high attacks. The miracle really took Rope's life. There was a feeling that the lion wanted the hedgehog to have nowhere to sip.

‘...You say nothing, the first time you use this ability, it is estimated that it can only last for about 20 minutes.’ Aselia’s voice is full of helplessness.

‘Rather than complaining now, it’s better to think about how to deal with it after going out. ’

At the moment when the crab claws fell, Rope used his stand-in ability to hide in the white gospel.

Originally, if he used it for the first time, he might be able to drag Basatan into this space, but it didn't work just now. The body has become so huge that it has exceeded the current capture limit of the crazy hell.

‘In other words, your world is so unique, it feels like a horror game. ’

In order to relieve Rope's tension, Acelia chatted casually.

"Ah…"

But it seems to have the opposite effect.

Luo Pei snorted and looked at the white walls in the dean's office. There was only an unforgettable resentment.

"This is the darkest time in my life. It's ugly and lonely to experience the ugliness and loneliness of the human heart, and it's understandable to treat it as a nightmare in the subconscious."

This is a pure white world—

Nursing centers, or hospitals, are more appropriate.

White walls, white chandeliers, white corridors, white beds, white flowers, white soil, white, white, white, pure and flawless white, dazzling white...

A monotonous white full of despair.

Except for the color, this place is exactly the same as the hospital where Ropey once stayed. The White Gospel shows it exactly, except that the disgusting humans are missing, and some other unique things are added.

At this time, Rope saw a few monsters passing by the door.

The one in the front was wearing a doctor's coat, with a human-shaped body squatting, and his face firmly fixed by iron bars, fixing his expression on'indifference'. Behind him, several nurses followed.

The nurses were full of mouths, and they spoke filthy language. They had no eyes, no ears, no noses, and only mouths.

The ‘cold’ doctor, the ‘foul language’ nurse.

These are the people he once hated. They were alienated into monsters under the power of the White Gospel, and they could only obey Rope's orders respectfully and fearfully.

When his mind moved, Rope didn't want to see those guys anymore, so he closed the door.

"The shadows of the old days are everywhere."

He leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the ceiling as if he was caught in a bad memory.

‘Let it go in the past, you have broken free, no one can restrict you. ’

Azalea suddenly thought of something, she was silent for a while, and then continued to say in a bitter voice.

'except me…'

She thought that the system saved Rope, but once again deprived him of his freedom, throwing him into this desperate world of missions, and she had to follow this rule as one with the system, driven in disguise. Hold him.

Will Rope, who yearns for freedom, hate her? Acelia thought about it all over and over.

As if feeling the concerns in Acelia's words, Rope smiled slightly and said indifferently.

"When have you become so sentimental? You are my best friend, and I am willing to do anything in order not to be erased by you. For the hope you give me, these dangers are just trivial rewards that I can do. ."

Rope knew that his mental state was very problematic.

But what does it matter?

This is a judgment issued by oneself, no one can interfere.

Acelia and him are two in one. Evening, present, and forever. Anyone who dares to disrupt this relationship, even if Rope is dead, will attack as long as one cell remains active. stop.

‘Rope...’

Feeling the heaviness of her host, which has surpassed the feeling of love, Acelia muttered complicatedly.

From the beginning of her birth, no creature has been friendly to her.

The ancient gods accused it of being the culprit of the Big Bang, and all wanted to seal her, and even watched the old rulers defeated by the ancient gods of order, and they had no choice but to separate their souls and bodies.