The Endless Shuttle

In the primitive religion of Congo two thousand years ago, it was the master of swamps and forests, a vicious and cruel cannibal god.

It takes disease as its authority, takes the forest as its territory, and rules all living things in it. Whenever people try to enter the forest to hunt, it is necessary for the priests to worship the neem tree, one of its symbols, three days in advance, day and night, in order to ask the "lord of the forest" to forgive the offense made in order to survive, otherwise there will be disasters. Evil fell. Today, there are still small religious groups worshiping it in remote areas of Congo.

The incarnation of Nyarlathotep - Ahtu, "The Curse of the Jungle".

Although it is also the incarnation of Nyarlathotep, this worship god who should only appear in the forest is obviously not the petite silver-haired girl that Luo Pei carried in the first place.

"...Your Majesty, I don't think this is an April Fool's joke, is it?"

He carefully watched the "Forest Curseman", and tried to awaken Nyarlathotep's language ability.

Slowly, the monster's activities stopped, and the aimless appearance turned around.

Two or three golden tentacles grew and elongated, and Atu stretched out its only organ for detecting the outside world, touching Luo Pei's shoulder and arm. During this period, various grotesque flowers and branches grew from the walls of the corridor, exuding a psychedelic fragrance.

Something is wrong, Naia's state is very wrong.

Luo Pei frowned and pushed away Atu's tentacles, gently placed the unconscious girl with twin ponytails in the corner, and then walked towards the monster known as the Lord of the Jungle.

While walking, he drew a profane spell in midair, temporarily dividing the second floor as a barrier.

——The situation of Nyarlathotep, Rope didn't intend to let Artoria and Jing Mi know.

Strangely, one of the incarnations of cruelty and rage was unusually quiet in front of the black-haired youth.

Not only did he ignore Luo Pei's secret technique, but the nauseating feeling of Tohsaka Rin's appetite also disappeared, and the three mouths let out a low growl.

"What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Atu didn't answer, it seems that Naia's incarnation doesn't have the ability of human language.

It changed its shape, and after a while, it got out of the way blocking the door, as if it wanted to let Luo Pei see the situation in the room clearly.

Luo Pei looked along the vacated position.

In the unremarkable room, most of the original furniture seemed to have been smashed by heavy objects and became fragments lying on the ground. And the silver-haired girl who belonged here, Miss Nyarlathotep, was shrinking in pain, her pretty face distorted.

"Nayako...?"

"Aha..."

Naiyako raised her head weakly, looked at Luo Pei who quickly came to her side, and pulled out a forced smile.

"Ah Tu is the incarnation of self-discipline. When I'm weak, I will hunt... Even though it's an empty shell, it's still causing trouble for little Luo Pei, right?"

The girl's voice was unprecedentedly weak, and Luo Pei had never heard Naiyako speak in such a low voice, as if a little louder might dissipate.

"It's not a big deal."

Luo Pei gently hugged Naiyazi, making her lean on the quilt more comfortably.

"Slumber should repair the power you consumed in fighting His Highness Nyogda. Why are you so weak?"

"The hidden link of divine power was torn up by Norden..."

Even though she was weak, the silver-haired girl still had anger in her eyes when she mentioned the name.

It should be said that it was bad luck, but it was premeditated.

"God of the Abyss" Norden, one of the oldest ancient gods. While monitoring Atlach Nakya, one of the lords of the Dreamland, and his dark compatriots, the scheming deity cast part of his sight on Nyarlathotep wandering in the Chaos Sea on a whim.

And it just so happened that that was the time when Nyarlathotep was about to send divine power to the avatar inside the world.

Afterwards, although the incarnation of Naia was not exposed with the help of Yog Sothoth, but with the "God of the Abyss" raising his attention, Naia would not be able to absorb power from the main body anymore. Norden does not allow it to do anything that tends to endanger the world.

Naiyako raised her head, her emerald eyes looked at Luo Pei.

"I'm sorry Ape, even if I don't want your help this time... Please give me some of your blood, I have to do the same thing as Nyogda, if this continues, this avatar will not be able to survive living."

The pure incarnation of divine power can do more things, and after absorbing Rope's blood, he will gain world adaptability.

Although both have no pressure on the "god-making ceremony", if the latter is used, under the different special descends of Nyarlathotep and Nyogda, some small movements may not be able to play.

——A helpless move.

"OK."

Luo Pei nodded without even a trace of hesitation.

If Naiyazi disappears, his fiefdom will almost fail. For this purpose, Luo Pei can spare no effort to help Naiyazi.

He handed his wrist to Naiyako, who immediately bit her.

The powerful blood of the Nephilim and the world's resident certificate flowed continuously along Naiyazi's small mouth to her body, gradually transforming the silver-haired girl from an incarnation of condensed divine power into a real existence with flesh and blood.

About five minutes or so, when Luo Pei began to feel dizzy, Naiyako let go.

At this moment, the girl's complexion had obviously recovered a lot, and even the "Dense Forest Curse" Ah Tu had disappeared inadvertently outside the house. When the weak state is lifted, it is naturally useless, and it is impossible for Naiyazi to keep an incarnation to share his strength for nothing.

"...Hateful guy!" Naiyazi muttered fiercely in a low voice.

Originally, Nyogda's big mouth was suspected by Rope, but now Norden's action undoubtedly extinguished the last flame of Naiyazi, completely eliminating the ambition of "chaos eroding the core of the world".

This is the greatest sorrow of the Old Ones now.

No matter how powerful they are, how great they were in the ancient times, the loser is the loser, and can only live a life of being watched.

This is why the evil gods are so eager for Rope. They are eager to get another chance, a chance to drink the blood of the ancient gods.

Winners cannot always be at the top.

Chapter 62 The Asylum of the Great Mystic, the Aftertaste of Fear

Luo Pei moved his wrist, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss made him uncomfortable.

Drawing such a large amount of blood was too much for his regenerative ability.

"Is that all right?"

Feeling that it was obviously different from the pure incarnation of divine power, Naiyazi curled his lips in a subtle way.

But this was in front of Luo Pei. Her expression didn't last for a moment, and she immediately put on a bright smile, and made a "V" gesture at Luo Pei.

"Resurrection ~ Resurrection ~ Sure enough, little Luo Pei is the most reliable when it is critical!"

"...Since there is a possibility of such a mess, you should have asked me for blood from the very beginning."