The Endless Shuttle

In front of him, all the utensils needed for afternoon tea were placed. Opposite the wooden table is a beautiful Mori girl in a long skirt, listening faithfully.

Xinke Nielbarian opened his brilliant eyes and smiled wryly.

"Sorry, Lord Rope, I still can't understand the mystery of your oral story, let alone what I learned from it..."

"It's ok."

Rope showed a bright smile.

"It's just a small story for a tea party. If you can fully understand it, there will be a big problem. The third chapter of "Eternal Sleeper Poetry" is about "the understanding of dreams." The power buried in the phonetic rhythm of these words can make The connection between you and the "dream" is closer. "

On dreams, one of the four elements, Cthulhu, which symbolizes "water", is the real authority.

It is not only the title of "Eternal Sleeper," but the phrase "Cthulhu, who sleeps forever, enters a dream" is a household name. So much so that even the "Lalaiye Text", which focuses on sacrifices and summons, also records Cthulhu's chapters on dreams.

"Closely……"

Xin Ke shook his head.

She didn't feel any change, the soul stone and the elves in her body were the same.

"However, your stories have never been heard before. The gloomy and bright, with the horror of infiltration, make people feel very interesting. Are these the stories of the ancient gods?"

"If these stories are to be traced back, they will be very, very far away..."

Rope said ambiguously, and closed the book in his hand at the same time.

Seeing that the Lord God of Service did not intend to explain, the girl very cleverly stopped asking, and just revealed it lightly.

As the **** of disaster said-just chatting at the tea party.

"How is the establishment of the new capital of Mori Seiki?"

"Well, tree magic, plus no goblin seeds to mess with, the infrastructure is complete. It's just that compared with the forest range you gave, the number of forest spirits is a bit pitiful, and it looks a bit empty."

Xin Ke looked at the amber tea in the porcelain cup and stirred it gently with a spoon, causing ripples.

"Will be fine."

"Um."

The girl stopped her hand, took a sip of tea, stood up, and stood respectfully in front of Luo Pei.

The black-haired **** knew that Xin Ke's state of a clear relationship between dignity and humbleness meant that the leisurely tea party was over.

"Is it today?" he asked.

Xin Ke nodded.

"If you didn't deliberately speed up the time flow of your dreams, then it's exactly at this moment that the ceremony of "Soul Call" is complete. I will go there personally in a while and be responsible for the most critical implementation work. "

Then, she will personally sacrifice the life of her creator.

-There is no doubt that the **** of disasters cannot defeat the **** of nature.

The power of the new lord she served was absolute, no less than that of the strongest **** of war, Artesh.

"The sense of time being here is blurred..."

Luo Pei tapped his index finger, and the afternoon tea tables and chairs, as well as the forbidden scriptures on the desk, disappeared like an illusion.

The ground of the garden roared and turned like a puzzle, and in an instant the two returned between the thrones on the top of the Star Clock Tower.

"Nibbia, open the blockade of the dreamland, after a while, a large number of Mori species may enter, using this as a transit point for space jumps."

"Yes, my lord."

The powerful voice of fantasy was transmitted in the hall.

Xin Ke looked down from the high platform, and the fog that seemed to linger in the city forever slowly faded. This also means that the fantasy species "Apostle of the Dream God" Inzaen Nibia opened the city blockade and made the dream easier to enter.

"Are you...?"

"Once the ritual is executed, Kainas will arrive at any time. If there is a war, your tribes who help with the ritual will not have time to retreat. I will pull them directly into the dream state so that no matter how big a storm occurs, it will not blow. Pour out these weak grasses."

"...Your favor makes the servants frightened."

The girl lowered her head and was about to say some more words of thanks and compliment, but when she caught the black-haired god's expression in her eyes, she immediately stopped her voice.

The original smile on the corner of Luopei's mouth became a bit oozing.

It's like a murderer who is addicted to death sharpening a knife. It was like a defeated executioner preparing to pull down the wrench of the gallows.

The killing intent and greed directed at Kainas spread silently in the tranquil atmosphere.

Even if it had nothing to do with him, this killing intent still made Xinke Nielbar even sweat.

After a long time of getting along with each other, the young girl of the Mori class has already figured out the characteristics of her own master god.

The God of Disaster is extremely gentle when it is gentle, but when it enters the state, or when it is unpleasant and extremely pleasant, it will emit an aura that even his family's nightmare species cannot bear.

Now, the **** of disaster is obviously very happy.

In just a few seconds, Xinke Nielbarian felt uncomfortable, and faced with the instinctive timidity of the upper ranks, the girl whispered and retreated towards the stairs.

"...Then I will go ahead and wait for your arrival at the ceremony place."

After Xinke Nielba had left, Rope came to the stand on the top of the clock tower, with his hands on the armrests, looking down at the gloomy city underneath that had lost its fog.

"Nibbia, the war to end the war is about to begin."

"I feel it."

The fantasy kind agrees.

"Your act of killing Kainas will intensify the war instantly. The goblin species that have the shelter of the gods will bear the brunt, followed by the giants of the alliance, a small number of fantasy species that agree with the idea of ​​the forging god, and even the skywing species will have Action. Let alone the cowardly mess of the monster species, their creator, the "Devil King", should follow the vortex of war. "

Inzaen Nibia sighed.

"There are so many factors that have been determined, and there are uncertain factors...Should it be the darkness before dawn? The front I can see is a catastrophic chaos."

"Disaster is my soul, and I like chaos very much."

Rope kept a penetrating smile.

"Wars and disasters-just like Arthus, my strength will also increase in this war, until in the end, only the two of us are standing in the arena of the duel, even if you think about it, it is exciting. What about the scene..."

"...I can't understand."