The Endless Shuttle

"You are my living sacrifice."

He needs a game to draw out the God of Disobedience, but it takes a lot of time for Kesma alone, which is what he lacks most as an avatar.

So he decided to call for help.

Call for help from an evil and powerful independent race in the universe.

With their help, creating a large playground with the power to distort reality and space becomes very simple.

It just might take quite a few humans to fall prey to the playground.

Jack Scott was the first, but definitely not the last.

"Bastard, bastard!"

Perhaps it was the excessive fear that stimulated Jack's brain, and he regained his sanity for a short time.

Just like a human being would grab a thin straw on the edge of a cliff, he held the girl in front of him with a butterfly knife around her neck, threatening Kesma viciously.

"Get away from the monster! Are you trying to save this girl!? I know! I know! If you dare to approach me, I will kill her! Let me go now!!!"

"oh."

Completely ambiguous.

Kesma didn't even hesitate for a moment, and the tentacles turned into sharp swords, directly piercing the girl and Jack.

"Hmm!!" The girl's sapphire blue eyes widened and then dimmed. The weight of the entire body hung on Xma's tentacles.

It looked like he was in a coma from shock.

Jack, on the other hand, loosened his grip on the girl because of the severe pain, and fell to the side.

"Bastard bastard bastard bastard..."

He kept cursing, reaching out his hand to crawl in other directions, the will to survive took over Jack's body.

"I avoided specifically avoiding the vital points, and I won't let you succeed in your death wish."

Poor Jack, the last act of self-protection was regarded by Cosma as a stupid death-seeking.

He withdrew his tentacles, and the magic power on his body fluctuated like haze, and finally re-formed into a human form.

The gray skin that was originally dry and lifeless has changed drastically. If you ignore Kesma's scarlet eyes, he is just an ordinary boy from the outside.

Walking forward, he crippled his limbs amidst screams.

Finish.

Kesma nodded in satisfaction, like dragging a dead dog, and led Jack to line him up with other friends who had been drained of blood.

Chant the ancient mantras recorded in the R'lyeh Texts.

"The people of glory wandering among the stars, children of the colorful stars. Come with your plague and distortion, here are the best sacrifices and a superior environment, no need to control yourself, release your distortion... ...In the name of the ruler, I command you to descend from the starry sky..."

Xma is like an evil magician, addicted to his own spell and unable to extricate himself.

A moment later, from the void of the house, the door was opened by a surge of magic power.

Although unable to be witnessed, Jack knew that something terrible had come into this world. Just like a newborn baby, touching this space with pure disgusting curiosity.

At the same time, he also realized that his life was coming to an end.

Right here and now.

——

Sweden, the most beautiful city Gothenburg.

The young man leaned against the towering ancient tree, feeling the wind blowing and resting soundly.

With a faint smile and closed eyes, short golden sand-like hair, and a handsome face as if portrayed by the most famous sculptor, he is a rare and beautiful boy in the world.

The scene like an ancient painting appears in reality, and if the astonishment is seen by passing humans, it will definitely be an unforgettable shock in a lifetime.

It's a pity that the boy didn't have that kind of thought.

"Um?"

Sensing something, the boy opened his eyes, and his gaze slightly focused on the distance.

That's where Xma is, where Avosta is.

The space is ripped apart? And the link is not in the Nether World? The young man was a little surprised, unable to understand that apart from the Nether World, there is no place worthy of a great spell to open the cracks in space.

Since the Nordic godslayer left, he had been free for a while, but he seemed like a lowly man. With fewer people chasing him, and lacking the fun of hiding and hunting, the young man immediately became bored again.

It seems that this is a good opportunity to pass the boring time... The boy's eyes moved, and they came alive.

Go check it out. He thought so, and jumped down from the end of the branch.

"Sleipnir, there is something to do."

"Yuyu—"

From behind him, a gray horse with eight legs ran out and stayed beside the boy affectionately. It is the mount of the main god Odin in Norse mythology. It has an eight-legged gray horse that can travel through the air and across the sea. But it is also the product of the evil god Loki turning into a mare and mating with a stallion, a mythical beast with both good and evil.

With this foil, the identity of the boy is also obvious.

The most familiar deity in Norse mythology, the source of all evil, the god of mischief, the starting point of Ragnarok...

——"Vulcan" Loki!

Chapter 155 Looking directly at the terrorist

The mystic was high or low, and the voice of repeating the mantra echoed in the small basement.

However, judging from the dampness and coldness of the surrounding air that can almost turn into water droplets, the process of summoning has obviously entered the final stage, and it is only waiting for the "guests" who came from afar to enjoy the sacrifices they deserve.

In the void, a dazzling brilliance flowed out first.

It is difficult to describe the appearance of this strange creature.

Like a pure color, but not a gas, and no materialized entity at all. As it moves, it appears as a shimmering, amorphous mass of color flowing around.

Crowded and squeezed, three rays of light successively passed through the space tunnel constructed by Kesma.

"One, two, three...Three adult Colors Out of Space (Colors Out of Space) responded to my call!?"