The Endless Shuttle

"Haha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha—! Schopenheim Abbey? Clock Tower? Hahaha, sure enough! Sure enough!" His blue eyes were full of madness.

"This is destined! That laurels belong to me, Cornelius Aruba!!"

Cornelus Aruba, who was about to go mad after being tempted by just a little bit of news about the source, showed a little pity in Araya Soren's deep eyes.

Is it possible that I am not a person who is running for this root cause.

For thousands of years, the sad wish of all magicians——

After a long silence, the blond man in red calmed down.

After all, he is a magician who is cold-blooded and ruthless, and whose way of thinking is different from ordinary people. Cornelus Aruba stared at the classmate who had just told him the news with eyes full of hostility and doubts.

"Ara, since it is the inevitable path to the root, why did you choose to tell me?"

His voice grew cold.

Magicians are a group of people who are extremely selfish and will do anything for their ideals. If the method Araya Soren said is true, why didn't he enjoy it for himself, but chose him who was far away in the monastery?

Cornelius Aruba is no fool.

"I can't reach the end alone, the resistance on that road is so strong that it makes people desperate."

Soren Araya pulled back her shirt, and the necrotic blue flesh and blood were so conspicuous on her marble-like body.

Rope's blow with the power of "Hercules" connected the bones and repaired the internal organs, but for Araya Soren who relied on physical strength to eat, the scars on the muscles and muscles were not so easy to heal.

"...you from the martial arts faction can't defeat the opponent?"

"I was seriously injured by one blow, and I was able to survive and stand in front of you, because the other party didn't have the idea of ​​killing me."

Hearing this, Aruba's face changed completely.

He is very clear about how powerful Araya Soren is, and his combat power is not comparable to that of an academy like him. With the six layers of barriers that distinguish the inside and the outside, coupled with a body that has been tempered and experienced, no magician will get much benefit from fighting Araya Soren.

"Who is the other party? Brand... no, a Grand magician? Or a dead disciple with a lifespan of more than five hundred years?"

Or only twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles—

Cornelus Aruba did not dare to ask this sentence, his reason refused to accept such a hopeless enemy on the path of the fascinating root. The existences that can be ranked among the twenty-seven ancestors of the dead are all monsters among monsters.

"neither."

Soren Araya denied it, but before Cornelus Aruba could breathe a sigh of relief, the monk's next words almost made the magician in red jump up.

"The other party is a revived god from the Age of Gods."

"Varied--"

Aruba's expression twisted, trying to find traces of lies on Araya Soren's face.

No.

"God—!? Araya Soren, are you kidding me!?"

Aruba's cane fell to the ground, and he no longer cared about his gentlemanly demeanor.

"God! God! What a funny joke! Hahaha! In the modern age where phantom species don't even exist, Araya, you actually told me that there is a god in this island country in the far east!? Just in the city under our feet!?"

"The opponent has the power to manipulate the weather. Cornelus Aruba, you know what this means."

"..."

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning belonged to the authority of the gods in ancient times.

Humans and Dead Apostles are not qualified to control it.

Cornelus Aruba didn't know the ability of the True Ancestor, otherwise he might correct this sentence in his mind.

"Are you kidding me!"

He cursed in a low voice, ignored the cane he threw on the ground, turned around and was about to leave.

"where are you going."

"Do you still need to ask! Hurry up and escape from this ghostly place! A god, if my brain hasn't gone moldy, I definitely won't wait to die with you!"

"I have contacted him once, but the other party's attitude is still unclear."

Araya Soren still had that steady voice: "We still have a chance, this resistance is so great, and it also proves the correctness of the path I chose."

"This time, it's true."

Cornelus Aruba stopped in his tracks.

A magician's sad wish, an irresistible temptation.

His expression was like changing faces in a Sichuan opera. He changed several times, finally gritted his teeth, and planted his footsteps on the ground with considerable perseverance.

"... Can the real identity of the other party be judged?" He still had a glimmer of hope.

If the identity of the gods is just an insignificant little god, then as human beings, they may still have some hope.

"During the short fight with me, a wheel with ten phases appeared behind that god, with ancient Persian characters."

Soren Araya shattered Aruba's fantasy.

"I searched through the ancient Persian mythology, and I found a god who was more than 90% similar to that god. "Bahram Yasht, Chapter 14 of the third volume of "Avesta" Yasht , named Bahram, alias Veleslana, the ancient Persian god of war and victory."

"..."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Cornelus Aruba's face turned pale as if someone had slammed a heavy hammer on his chest after hearing Araya Zongren's words.

"The God of Victory... I didn't run away after hearing this, I think I must be crazy..."

"I need to create a large enchantment comparable to the inherent enchantment. For this, I need your technology of "continuing to make people survive only with the brain". "

"Hmph, whatever you want."

Aruba said irritably: "Ara, I'm only responsible for providing technology. If the situation is not good, I will get out of your plan on my own, and then plan another way to the root."

"Can."

The condition was not too much, Araya Zongren nodded in agreement.

"What are your plans now?"

"I have to go to the Clock Tower. Just the two of us are too unsafe, I don't want to die in such a place!"