The Endless Shuttle

"Xma, you can call me that way."

"Well, what do you need me to do, Cosma?"

She looked around and captured everything in the entire town. Including the invisible star color, as well as Senna Atem, who just got the emblem of the gods.

"Kill these humans and create an army of monsters? Or use their soul power to forcibly open the world's cracks and draw more power from my kingdom of God?"

"In this case, your position will be very bad..."

Xema said ashamed. "If you are known by the ancient gods, you may be in big trouble."

"It's ok!!"

Hasta said decisively. "If I can help Rope, I am very willing to put more power into the inside of the world!"

The yellow king wants Rope.

She wanted Rope's body, his soul, his feelings, and his integration with herself, and she also wanted to have a deep impression of the King of Yellow on everything about him.

If you can sleep with that special human teenager in Lake Harry, you will be very happy even in the eternal seal of the ancient gods.

At least you can get rid of the curse called "boring"-

For this reason, the supreme Fengshen is willing to give everything in exchange for it.

She is different from Cthulhu and Nyarlatotep. Hasta didn't take Rope's system into consideration, or the various benefits brought by the later enfeoffment. She just wanted Rope, nothing else.

The soul that carries chaos but is full of order is more charming than poppies...

"Well, please calm down and listen to me." Xema smacked her lips, completely ignoring what Hasta said with such a beautiful appearance.

If you can get past it, just get past it. No matter the body or him, he doesn't have much interest in becoming a "pet" of a god.

"My task this time is to induce something called the God of Inconsistency. This pseudo-god likes to play and play, so I intend to use the power of you and the stars to create a prison paradise to trap him. Save that The loach that has lived for hundreds of years is slippery everywhere."

"What then? Do you need me to kill him for you?" Hasta asked.

"I have to do it myself, otherwise it won't work."

Xima folded her hands together, condensing the magic power in her body.

"Master Hasta, you like opera, don't you?"

"Yes, opera is the greatest thing created by the meaningless race of mankind." The blonde girl's tone was full of praise. "On a small stage, imitating illusory characters. Failure is not allowed, failure is a bad performance. Trying hard to feel everything about another existence, this feeling... is really gorgeous!"

"Ah, I don't understand very much..." Xema continued. "But since it's an opera, you must be a superb artist, right? The setting of our amusement park is left to you."

The magic power was steaming, and the dark halo enveloped his hands. The magic power of Xema's whole body was mobilized, and the bones in his body creaked under pressure.

Fortunately, there is no pain.

"From now on, I am going to prepare the "corruption ritual". After you have eaten all the humans in this tower, use your power to divide the town into four areas. The rest of the settings are up to your preference. But you must keep alive. "

Xema laughed dangerously.

If there is no way to clear the "game", it can't be called a "game". "

"Is that so..."

Hasta shook his blonde hair and replied after thinking about it.

"Leave it to me, just have some good ideas, just as a rehearsal for the formal performance." The girl's figure began to shake, as if it were made of wind.

"Then I will fill my stomach first."

"Happy lunch, dear King of Yellow Clothes."

Must come...

In such a big pomp, an occultist, an apprentice, thousands of monsters, tens of thousands of corrupted humans, and a true **** whose consciousness descends...

I'm afraid there is no grander "game" in this world, right?

——As you wish, let us have fun together.

--Rocky.

PS: I think my world can’t be written long enough. I want to tell a good story. I don’t want to write the type of "God of Unbelief appears-kill-appear-kill-accept daughter-appear-kill-mission completed". It's not the fast-food world of the Holy Grail War, let me play.

Chapter 164 Despair has just begun

Sena Atem had never felt this way before, and the road home was so long.

Yesterday, she was just an ordinary high school girl, but in less than 13 hours, she was kidnapped and beaten to death. She witnessed monsters that would never appear in the trajectory of her previous life, and even He also formed a master-disciple relationship with that monster, learning the "black magic" in the storybook...

And more importantly, she killed someone.

The blood was very warm and sticky, and Senna still remembered clearly in her mind, when she cut the boy's neck, her desperate expression and clear section.

Throat, vein, cervical spine-

"vomit--"

The mentally tortured girl lay down next to the flowerbed, vomiting.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... If you don't do this, Master will kill more innocent lives... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Don't blame me..."

Her pupils were trembling constantly, obviously on the verge of collapse.

"Sena?"

Just as the girl was struggling to get up, a male voice made her stiff.

She knew exactly whose voice it was.

I have heard it countless times in 17 years. Steady, reliable, responsible, self-motivated, the eldest son of the Atem family-Sena's brother. Raven Atham.

"Hey, how could you take this no one's path."

Raven unfastened his seat belt and got out of his car.

"Slippy, this is not the way home from high school. And you'd better explain to me why you didn't go home last night... Oh! God!"

Without the hindrance of the car window, Levin clearly saw what was on his sister.

Crimson, stained with the blood of her body.

"God, God..." He trot directly to Senna's side, leaning down to hold her shoulders, his eyes full of worry.