The Endless Shuttle

"Orpheus can sit for a hundred years even if he sits down. Time is as meaningless to her as it is to us. I don't want the things of the Cthulhu system to infect that lovely pure whiteness."

"Little Rope is so caring to your woman." Shabu said, "I have never cared so much about your sister..."

"Sister Shabu, you don't know how many times stronger than mine..."

Sabu snorted displeasedly, and the white sandals kicked a stone away at random.

"Don't use my strength and identity to make excuses. At this moment, I am also a woman, and I also hope that Little Rope can come to love me..."

Shabu is not ashamed of her nickname as the Supreme Mother God.

Shabu bears the brunt of who is the Cthulhu most resembling a girl character.

——Tenderness and personality coexist, elegant black-haired big sister.

Luo Pei smiled slightly and took the palm of Shabu's hand.

"That's what Sister Sabu wants."

A powerful force broke out.

Luo Pei's fingers were brought together, and a scarlet sword of dispute appeared, slashing towards the mountains as high as Mount Everest in the distance.

After a sword, the mountain was cut off, and the whole was lifted upside down by Rope.

"Just set up a proving ground for the two of us there. No matter how messed up, there will be no problems."

Rope, who was transformed into a dark blue demon god, said.

"I must be in this trial to understand the mystery of the prototype of the kingdom of God!"

Chapter 32 The Invisible Dark Floating City

Every minute and every second of time is very precious to humans who have a short life span of less than a hundred years. People desperately want to leave their own traces in those short years, or struggle for life, and make that little lifespan wonderful.

But for races with long lifespans, this is not necessary.

Longevity gives them plenty of time. Whether it is planning, practice, or research, they can spend hundreds of years to complete it slowly, and there is no need to catch up for a while.

The demons are such a typical longevity group.

Since the three-way war of angels, fallen angels, and demons, the underworld has suffered unprecedented damage.

Under the swan song of the God of the Bible, the four great demon kings and most of the 72-pillar nobles were killed in battle. Compared with the unity of the other two races, because the demons tend to favor humans in their social form, internal disagreements and disputes over those in power appeared after the death of the devil, which ultimately led to the end of the war for hundreds of years.

The descendants who inherit the blood of the four great demon kings take it for granted that they are the orthodox candidates for the "devil king".

However, some demon aristocrats believe that blood cannot be used to determine the ruler. The devil is in the rebuilding period, and the opinions of the ethnic group should be gathered to recommend the sage to lead the devil out of the predicament.

Both sides are not wrong, and both have their own reasons.

Under the throne involving the highest power in the underworld, they are unwilling to take any step back.

Long negotiations, conspiracy and interest disputes, and the smell of gunpowder gradually spread in the end.

Even the most stupid demons at the bottom can feel that a civil war related to the future of the underworld is about to begin.

The demons who have been fed up with war are very reluctant to rekindle the flames of war internally, but the power and army are controlled by those demonic nobles. The huge whirlpool hit them like a whip, driving them to make a choice of positions, and then aiming their blades and magic at their compatriots.

The interior of the underworld is already in a triggering state.

...

The southern part of the underworld originally belonged to the territory of the Elliog family, one of the seventy-two pillars.

After the Elliog family was cut off due to the tribal war, this territory is in a state of desolation and desolation.

The Demon King's army firmly controlled the remaining fortresses here, guarding against the anti-government groups that might go to war at any time.

As the commander-in-chief, it is the supernumerary demon who has served Lucifer, the "son of the dawn" for generations, and the young lord of Lucifer Gus's family.

The silver-haired youth with a sharp expression was frowning at the report handed by the soldier.

"...The Leicadon Mountains disappear? A floating city that cannot be seen from a distance? A terrifying creature hidden in the forest?"

Zetia Lukiphogus put down the report in his hand, clasped his hands, and asked the nervous soldier in front of him.

"Can you be responsible for what you say? Soldier."

"Yes, it is!"

The demon soldier's teeth trembled, and his expression was terrified.

"I can take responsibility for everything I say! Lord Lucifer Gus! I am a member of the patrol team of the ten days ago formation, and I am conducting a carpet reconnaissance to prevent the enemy. I and my fifteen team members were seven days ago I saw that when I arrived in the Riccarton Mountains... listen to me, I swear I have absolutely no hallucinations!"

"Well, I'm listening, soldier."

Duke Lukifergus nodded, and there was no such thing as a soldier who despised the other party.

The latter seemed to remember something that shouldn't be remembered, and squatted down with his arms tightly closed, breathing becomes rapid.

"We have been working on search magic... but that city! That dark city floating in the air suddenly appeared in our sight! We were chatting with each other a moment ago, but it appeared above us the next moment. Rowlandson also asked me why it was suddenly dark..."

The soldier swallowed.

"I, I saw... the things in that city. It's like cutting up all the creatures and reassembling them, none of them are the same. They were driven to jump off the edge of the city, and then quietly disappeared into the jungle. In. I instinctively realized that it was not good, and wanted to bring my team back, but...Ahhhhh! They are all dead! Eaten! None of them survived!"

The demon soldier suddenly uttered a sharp scream, and rolled around on the ground, clutching his head. The painful expression made Zetia Lukifergus unbearable to look straight.

The screams made the guard run in, and Duke Lukifergus waved his hand to let the guard take the soldier down.

Lost mountains? A floating city floating in the air? Terrible monster?

If it does exist, why can't the Demon King Army see such a huge building?

There is no shortage of skilled magicians in the group. Even if the entire city is hidden by magic, there will be strong magic fluctuations.

The fact is that until this soldier's report, the strong in the Demon King Group hadn't reported the slightest anomaly in the direction of the Leicadon Mountains.

But the soldier's expression just now didn't seem to be lying, and the team members who went out with him just as he said, none of them came back.

Zetia Lukiphorgus, the Thinker.

It is now in a critical period between the two sides of the underworld. Either party will start to frighten the snakes if there is any turbulence, and it is impossible to send a large number of people to investigate the authenticity of the Leicadon Mountain Range. But intuition tells the Sovereign of the Jeluki Phogus family that this is something worthy of attention.

"My father, I made black tea."

"Oh, Gurefia."