The Endless Shuttle

Wearing casual clothes, the black-haired young man with big bags and small bags walked down from the bridge, followed the railing and saw several people in the black limousine that were opened by "zippers" that month.

"Oh? Then Tsuki-chan actually used "steel chain fingers"... Does this mean that these guys are enemies? "Rope asked with a smile.

"...I can't tell."

Nangong said a little tiredly that month.

"It's just some idiots who are bound by human vision and status, trying to meddle in fields they shouldn't meddle in. The matter has been resolved, let's go..."

"That's it."

Rope didn't intend to delve into it.

These guys who looked like passers-by couldn't arouse his interest at all.

"Aurora has taken a fancy to a dress of the same style as yours, and I'm thinking about what color to buy her..."

"Gold, gold! Shiny like my beautiful long hair!"

"So that color is too vulgar and doesn't suit you at all. I personally prefer pure white."

"But I don't want to wear the same color as sister Yue..."

The episode should have ended here.

Nangong also hoped so that month.

But never underestimate human stupidity.

Those who have been in the top position for a long time, the most unbearable thing is to be knocked down from the top of the cloud suddenly-even if they have never stood on the top of the cloud.

The middle-aged man yelled at Nangong Nayue as if trying to save face.

"Nangong Nayue! MAR Group will not give up "Flame Night Bo", this is the decision of the board of directors, you will regret the choice you made today! "

If a person dies, he will die.

Nangong Nayue sighed silently, then closed her eyes.

Sure enough, the action of the black-haired youth stopped.

He turned his head slowly and looked at the middle-aged man beside the car under the bridge.

In the next moment, as if a scene in a movie had been deleted, Luo Pei appeared next to the car at some point, and lifted the man who spoke out with one hand.

"Well!"

"Did you really say it just now? The name "Night of Flame". "

Luo Pei looked at the middle-aged man calmly, as if he was watching an ant that was about to be crushed to death.

"There is also the "MAR Group", is this the force behind you, the scum, you belong to? Are you going to take the electorate from me? "

An inexplicable sense of fear filled his body.

The man's teeth chattered, and he replied involuntarily.

"Yes, it is."

— bang.

Luo Pei let go, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground.

There was a cruel smile on his lips.

"Not bad, very good, stupid behavior of excellent standards. It happened that I was getting impatient, and the true ancestors were very calm, and there was no sign of sending the ferrites to me at all... You are the first to start" Flame The competition for the "Banquet of Light" can be regarded as a kind of consolation. Well, although it is a little weak as the first target to be eliminated, the MAR Group of the multinational magician company... seems very interesting. "

"Who are you……"

Before the middle-aged man could speak again, Luo Pei kicked his head and smashed his head.

Like overripe watermelon.

Blood, brains, and fragments of skulls splashed, staining the roadside red.

One of the directors of the world-class chaebol stationed in Shenshen Island just died on the side of the commercial street. His death was worthless.

Strangely, there were no human screams around.

Passers-by on the commercial street have long been "turning a blind eye" to everything that happened here under the extensive hints of Rope.

——The demon god hates an environment that is too noisy.

Nangong watched the demon god clean up the "garbage" lightly that month, and even she was surprised by the calmness in her heart.

Maybe this is the so-called position determines opinion.

She is now the contractor and favorite concubine of the demon god, so she naturally has to think in Luo Pei's position.

The enemy has already expressed the idea of ​​intervening in the "Banquet of Flames". Although this is a bit extreme for Gothic Lolita, rational thinking is undoubtedly the correct approach.

"Am I starting to break down too... Or is there some inhuman cognitive concept flowing from the "contract"..."

She covered her head and mumbled while turning around and taking Aurora's hand.

"Come on, Aurora, let's go home."

"……Um."

Aurora stared at Luo Pei anxiously, until the black-haired young man turned his head back, gestured "OK" to her, and had a gentle smile on his face, and she was relieved.

She is cowardly and timid, and does not like the death of unrelated people, but she is not in vain to the extent of showing mercy to the "enemy".

Aurora had already handed over her own sense of right and wrong to the Demon God who awakened her and bestowed her true self.

This is unreserved trust.

...

Eastern Europe, Dominion of Nielpsey.

In the gloomy old castle, there was a man standing there.

Baltasaru Zaharias, an arms dealer known as the "merchant of death" by the outside world, is also the current speaker of the Nilepusi Provisional Self-Government. It was he who provided weapons to the Hun ghosts, so that the Hun ghosts could break through the aristocratic territory of the Warlord's domain and occupy it.

In front of him, several beings with the same appearance as Aurora were sleeping.

Although they look the same, these bodies lack Aurora's most crucial "individual" taste.