The Endless Shuttle

He's not blind, the Old One's more or less special feelings for him are very obvious, if he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life playing with big tentacles in Lake Harry, and eventually become neither human nor ghost, then he'd better It's better to draw a clear line with Hastur.

Therefore, only waterways are left for Kesma to choose.

About an hour later, Kesma opened his eyes with a displeased expression.

"... Tsk, is it only this level? If you don't soak the water source..."

Squeezing the palm of his hand to disperse the thin water mist wrapped around his body, Kesma accurately sensed that his own magic power had recovered to less than one-third.

This bit of magical power is not enough to release the great secret technique that is lethal to the God of Disobedience. Ordinary secret techniques can only scratch the itch, and cannot pose a real threat to Loki. Moreover, for him who has the priesthood of "flame", the secret technique of "Blaster" Cthugha has already been removed from the candidate list by Cosma.

No matter which side of the flame is stronger, as long as the combustion produces high temperature, it is an excellent tonic for "Vulcan".

Just as Rope is undefeated standing at sea while fighting, Loki is sure to gain some benefit from the heat, which Xma, who is at a hunting disadvantage, tries to avoid.

Can I only use the "Pillar of Man"... Kesma thought with some distress.

When the occultist is short of mana in an emergency, besides natural recovery, there is another method that may challenge the moral bottom line.

— cannibalism.

Feeds on the soul and flesh of the same kind, and transforms it into magic power in the stomach.

Rope, or Kesma, can have no scruples about killing people, but things like cannibalism are still slightly disgusting. Because this kind of behavior officially declares to the heart that he is a "monster" excluded from human beings.

The last time he used the power of the "ancestor of demons" Aberhorth to devour the "humanoid" Welleslana. Although Rope's performance was very calm, at least in his heart, he is very offensive.

Kesma, who upholds the same way of thinking and past memory, also knows this.

"Naphilim blood, Cthulhu's secret art... In the end, even the soul can no longer maintain the concept of "human being"? "Xma smiled self-deprecatingly, and the depth of her eyes became more and more determined.

He has made his decision.

Humans are a race that can only grow to the peak by stepping on the bones of the same kind. In order to not include Loki and disappear naturally due to the separation of the world, or to solve the puzzle in a short time and find Xma's body, he must hurry up to recover his strength in order to capture Capabilities and completion of tasks.

Then go eat people.

Like a real monster, like those predecessors of the mystics, like an evil god wandering in the starry sky. Abandon some things in exchange for truly eternal power.

——Emotion is a gift from human animal ancestors, while cruelty is a gift from human beings to themselves.

"I hope that when I "go home", the main body can accept this fact..."

After Kesma figured it out, he whistled immediately, calling for the servant he had created.

All that, all that, all that.

There were dense footsteps coming from the sewer, definitely not human beings, some were light, some were heavy, monsters scrambled to gather from all directions, waiting for their master's supreme orders.

After a while, the terrifying aliens came before Kesma.

"One Guge giant, one Rennes plateau giant spider, two cold spiders, seven mutated mice..." Kesma looked at these monsters and tapped her fingers.

"It seems that there is more filth hidden in the sewers than I imagined. What attracts you must be the unbelievable sins and desires... and fear."

As Kesma expected, after the cataclysm on the ground, many humans gathered in the sewers, and the attraction of so many fear-hungry monsters is the most powerful proof.

"..."

There was silence in the air, and the aliens couldn't speak human language with their special vocal cords, but they were all listening to Xma's words carefully.

"Hmm." Kesma organized her words.

"Generally speaking, I'm afraid I have to disturb everyone's afternoon tea time. You can almost feel that there are human beings here. My order is to try to bring back alive human beings, half dead or not, but don't take you body fluids, viruses, or other weird things to dirty them, understand?"

If you want to eat people, it's better to be clean...

Although the monsters didn't understand it very well, they at least understood Kesma's central idea - to capture humans and sacrifice them to the ruler.

They are not bad employees who like to sabotage their work. When Kesma gave the order, the monsters disappeared like the wind. I am afraid that within half an hour at most, Kesma's exquisite "afternoon tea snacks" will be delivered to him for him to enjoy.

After making arrangements, Cosma sat back in her original position and began to think about Loki's countermeasures.

What kind of secret technique should be used to punish him?

Really have to think about it.

Chapter 176: The Monster's Recipe

The chance and inevitability of fate are like two poles of magnets, repelling each other and sticking together like caramel.

In the world of "fatezero", when Luo Pei faced the ancient evil god for the first time, he admitted that he was one of the supporters of the "inevitability" argument. No matter how bright and beautiful sparks are drawn by "accidental", it is only an "inevitable" process from the perspective of the high-dimensional space where the timeline can be observed afterwards.

But now, Cosma seems to have some subtle objections to his ontological arguments.

"I remember... didn't you go home?"

Sitting on the stone, Kesma tilted her head and looked at the dozen or so humans who had just been captured and chose to take refuge in the sewer surrounded by indescribable monsters.

To be precise, it was the brown-haired girl who stayed with a middle-aged man and a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

—Senna Artem.

The person who signed the ancient and sacred "Master-Apprentice Contract" with Kesma.

However, before the "corruption ceremony" was launched, I had already let her go home, and now she should stay at home and tremble... Why did she appear in the sewer? !

Goddess of Destiny is really a bitch who can always give people a sense of freshness.

"Is the sewer fun? Or do the monsters around look very kind?"

Kesma sighed and waved away the aliens who were still waiting around.

"Girl, you should be lucky. Thanks to the fact that I gave you the divine emblem of the king in yellow, otherwise a disobedient child like you would probably have entered the monster's stomach and digested it into feces... Oh hoo. I'm sorry, I am now I’m not in a good mood, so please forgive me for the inappropriate words.”

As the target of Kesma's words, Senna just lowered her head, letting the shadow of her bangs cover her eyes, and did not answer her "dear" master directly.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a little dust on his clothes stood up from the ground.

Although the escape along the way made the man look a little tired, it was obviously inconsistent with the current situation. His facial features were full of fanaticism—like a fanatic.

He shouted excitedly at Kesma.

"Are you also the chosen one?!"

"...Huh?" Kesma was a little confused.

The middle-aged man is obviously addicted to his own world, his hands are constantly drawing the cross on his chest, and he is chanting incomprehensible words.