The Endless Shuttle

Thinking of this, Pest laughed suddenly, and tears of laughter came out.

The aristocratic man frowned even more disgusted when he saw his daughter's smiling face.

He immediately drew out the saber from his waist.

"It really is a child of the devil! Beast, before the disease takes me to see God, I will cleanse you, a child of the devil! It is all you, it is all your fault!"

His father's footsteps approached bit by bit, but Pest was not afraid at all.

Sure enough, when she was about to reach the door of her dungeon, Anilaine, who was doomed, opened his eyes.

"Is there anything wrong, I just took a nap and someone will bother me, is it so uncomfortable to act low-key..."

She whispered.

"The humble insect... is so annoying."

Pest thought her father would be like those mice, burned into nothingness under the anger of the devil.

But in an instant, the endless fire light almost pierced her eyes.

Subconsciously covering his eyes and feeling the explosion of the eardrum shattering the eardrum, Pest went into a coma simply and neatly.

I don't know how long it took.

When she opened her eyes again and slowly got up, the girl was so frightened by the sight that her hands and feet were numb.

It is no longer a gloomy dungeon, and there is no decent building.

Pest himself was lying on the boiling magma, surrounded by lakes of flames as far as he could see.

Whether it’s the territory, the family, the people, the soil, the mountains, or the streams, everything has disappeared.

Volcanoes erupting upwards are standing on the distorted ground. The turbulent ash in the sky turns the light into a dark night.

——The world in my eyes is burning.

Pest was at a loss.

"You finally woke up."

Miss Anilain's voice came from her ears.

Pest turned his head and looked around, and found that the magical demon was transforming from the appearance of half human and half snake.

It was still half asleep and half awake, and still the corners of the mouth laughing.

It was just the flames of magma, which gave her a sense of sacred horror.

"A little bit of anger makes me a little bit angry, but it has no effect on our chat. Don't worry about the magma and flames. I temporarily order them not to hurt you."

Anilaine reached out to Pest.

"Let's go on, Pest."

Lucky to see the devil in despair? The nihility after all the destruction that overlaps with oneself? Or worship the fear that is powerful enough to break through the imagination?

Pest couldn't define this wonderful experience for herself, after all, she was just a little girl.

She can only stretch out her hand blankly and hold the demon's white palm.

Unwilling to let go.

Chapter 77—The Son of Time, the Careful Thoughts of Daughters

Just after a light rain, the mountain road was muddy.

But something weird is that the wind blowing is not cold and humid, and it feels like being in a stove in midsummer.

A carriage pulled by four black smoke horses drove through a winding mountain road. The wheels and horseshoes were all more than half a meter off the ground, suspended in mid-air by inexplicable force. The windows of the car are carved with dark green gems, faintly reflecting the noble ladies sitting inside.

Lena Hasta opened his amber eyes, opened the car window, and reached out to gently catch the slight hot wind.

"The power of the volcano...what the **** is Anilain doing?"

Lady Plague didn't think that this scarce world would require Anilaine, daughter of Cthulhu, to use the power of the gods.

The only explanation was her sister's whim.

"Can't it be a little more peaceful? It looks more vigorous and softer than the spring tide, but in essence it is a strong powder keg..."

Lena and Anilaine have been quite critical about this matter since they first met.

She understands that the volcano goddess is not a person who cannot control her power, but under the influence of the "volcano" divinity, Anilain's emotional expression will become very excessive. Often a little unpleasant or unhappy will explode like crustal movement and thermal shock.

The two of them struggled for this matter.

Of course, compared to their respective mothers, Hasta and Cthulhu, the "Lord of the Stars in the Deep Sky", are inconspicuous. Lena and Anilain are just children's playful little contradictions. , Are very restrained.

Because of this, they have established a deeper friendship than other evil gods and even the other sons of Luopei, and they will reach a consensus and walk together on the matter of meeting their father.

Anilain started to make trouble, but Lena still didn't intend to speed up her carriage.

It is rare to leave from the motherland of God, and it is rare to not have to force herself to appreciate that boring opera. Lena vowed to move forward slowly and leisurely like petals swaying in the wind.

"Bitter cloves, the source of evil blood, Aijiro lemon wine, the water polluted by magic energy, the blood of the evil god, the poisonous extract..."

The Plague Lady has prepared a virus wine that can destroy a civilization in a blink of an eye and is even more terrifying than the Black Death.

She leaned in front of the silver goblet, smelling the weird and sweet smell of wine, and the divinity of the plague instantly jumped for joy.

Lena drank it gracefully.

Before she took a nap comfortably against the back of the velvet chair, the carriage supported by the wind stopped suddenly.

Lena opened the window and looked outside with a slightly drunken gaze.

Then, her drunkenness immediately awoke.

It was the posture of a young girl, about one meter five to one meter high, and her whole body was shrouded in a blue hooded robe.

In Lena's excellent vision through the dark, the girl's face hidden in the dark is an indescribable intellectual beauty.

There is no need to confirm who it is, the soul has already put the answer on the table.

"It's a coincidence. I didn't expect to see another sister in this world besides me and Anilaine."

Lena leaned on the carriage window and asked with a smile on her right hand.