The Endless Shuttle

He closed his eyes and moved his lips as if reciting some unclean prayer.

But Jiuyuan Asuka was pressed in front of the obsidian statue, clenching his silver teeth, and hung his head unwillingly.

"The poet who sings the filth, the most loyal servant of the father of all demons, Philip Lovecraft... Your covenant family offers the most precious sacrifice to the father of all demons, please follow the contract and implement it... ..."

Chapter 138 The Evil and Terrifying Arrival

Jiuyuan Asuka was suppressed by an irresistible force and knelt on the ground, the gravel hurt his knees, and the thin socks could not protect him at all. What echoed in my ears were the whispered prayers of my insane grandfather, in Japanese, in English, and even some ancient Native American languages.

In this desperate situation, the girl suddenly felt a little funny in her heart.

It's ridiculous that not long ago she was looking forward to flying freely like a real bird, but in the end she was just a bird in a cage, about to die in such a dark cave with an inexplicable posture.

The good thing is that at the end, she was able to witness the fantastic things with her own eyes, knowing that there is not only her special existence in this world, it is also a dream come true.

Jiuyuan Asuka forcibly raised his head, staring at the extraordinarily tall obsidian statue in front of him.

The distorted sense of physical discomfort became more and more serious, as if some great will was linking to this time and space through prayers.

She began to think about how she would be sacrificed by her grandfather.

Is it like summoning a demon in the legend, slashing her neck and using the fragrant blood of a virgin as a guide?

It would be great if that was the case, and it meant she wouldn't have to suffer horribly.

But the two women who suppressed her did not hold knives in their hands, which made Jiuyuan Asuka a little regretful.

Girls can face death bravely, but they are afraid of the endless suffering that life is worse than death.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the two women wearing masks, and the girl tried to negotiate in a low voice with a pretended relaxed tone.

"Although I don't have any hope, but... if you help me escape here, I can pay any price, including making you all the best in one fell swoop and living a life of absolute prosperity and happiness."

As a matter of course, the two women did not answer Jiuyuan Asuka.

Like a puppet, like a portrait, it doesn't contain any aura that can be called "human".

"Heh, I knew that with the prudence of that old fellow Jiuyuan Sanmu, it was impossible to entrust such an important matter to ordinary humans..."

Jiuyuan Asuka sighed as if resigned to his fate.

As the grandfather prayed, the stone statue in front of him began to change.

The hard obsidian was reshaped like ooze, turning into a throne-like thing.

Without hesitation, the two women raised Jiuyuan Asuka's arm and forced her to the stone seat.

"Oh! I can feel that the goddess is attracted...I can feel it!"

Jiuyuan Zhenmu's muddy eyes were shining brightly, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He pushed the wheelchair, slowly closing the distance to the stone statue, and stretched out his hands towards the stone statue as if begging.

"Please come down with your will, the writer of history, the distorter of myths, the goddess who bestows hope and despair on the Jiuyuan family..."

In the next moment, Jiuyuan Asuka didn't know if it was his own auditory hallucination, and an indifferent female voice sounded in the grotto.

"Spirituality is confirmed... the prototype of the leader of the gods from the Far East... the demigod of the prestige and the savior... is the object that the master wants..."

The storm is generated in a fully enclosed grotto.

The dark and turbid wind gathers in the center, and every cell of Jiuyuan Asuka is screaming, and her biological instinct makes her tremble all over, fearing the terrible existence that has not yet appeared.

And Kuyuan Maki was even more excited.

"It succeeded! It succeeded! After a long time, the family festival of the Jiuyuan family finally succeeded! I can realize my wish! Immortality, once again stand at the top of this country, the top of this world!"

The gust of wind gradually manifested a human form.

Jiuyuan Asuka looked anxiously at the existence that had the appearance of a human, but was far from human.

A woman in an old suit stood quietly in place.

She held a wordless book with a dark green cover in her right hand, her face was expressionless, and she exuded a melancholy and gloomy aura.

Is this the Demon God? Will she become the dish of the woman in front of her?

"Ah! Goddess Philip!"

Regardless of his sickness and his old and decayed body, Jiuyuan Zhenmu left the wheelchair with perseverance and fell on the ground to show his respect.

"I knew that the ancestors would never leave a false inheritance! Using the direct descendants of the Jiuyuan family as a sacrifice is indeed the most correct choice!"

"The Jiuyuan family? Oh...you are the offspring of that man."

The goddess asked casually with a tone as if she hadn't woken up.

Jiu Yuan Sanmu nodded impatiently.

"That's right! I'm a direct blood relative of the clan you have contracted with! The eighth-generation Kuyuan Patriarch Kuyuan Maki! The one who successfully offered sacrifices! Please grant me the power to use as I wish, as stated in the contract!"

"...Did I promise to do this?"

Philip's question made the head of the Jiu Yuan family feel his heart rise in his throat.

Fortunately, without waiting for him to emphasize, the goddess quickly remembered that she had made a contract with the first generation of the Jiuyuan family.

"It seems that I promised."

Philip looked at the skinny old man and waved his hands boredly.

"I am a servant created by the master. I should do everything I can to imitate the master. Since it is a promised thing, I will naturally fulfill your wish. Come on, tell me your trivial and pitiful desire."

"Please give me an immortal life!"

Jiuyuan Zhenmu said his biggest obsession after he was old.

As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death, no matter how vigorous and dignified Jiuyuan Maki was when he was young, he will undergo drastic changes in the face of death.

"Never grow old or die? Is this your greatest desire?"

The corners of Philip's mouth raised slightly, as if laughing at the insignificance of Jiuyuan Maki.

But the old man obviously can't control that much.

"Yes, that's all I want! Please have mercy!"

"easy."