The Endless Shuttle

Rope is not surprised at all.

"We only have a year and a half, and we don't have time to waste on trivial matters that don't get along well. It's only reasonable for everyone to unite as one. Hong Liqi, do you think their freedom is more important than the destruction of the world and the lives of six billion people? ?"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"Then get ready to get to work."

The black-haired young man threw the materials at hand to the brown-red-haired girl, turned and walked off the podium.

"Don't worry about the bumpy road. I will remove all the stones and roadblocks on this road. You can just walk forward steadily. I trust you, and please trust me who believes in you."

Makise Kurisu looked at the information in her hand, and waited until Luo Pei walked to the door before realizing it, and shouted anxiously.

"Wait... wait!? Mr. Rope, are you planning to leave now?"

Fortunately, everyone in the venue was given spiritual hints by Luo Pei, otherwise the situation on the podium would have caused a big joke for the girl.

But put aside the joke, just throwing the researcher to her like this, the girl wanted to cry without tears.

She only came two hours earlier than Luo Pei, and she had to start arranging work suddenly before the layout of the building was clarified.

From an ordinary university researcher to a researcher at the Institute of Abnormal Biology, and then suddenly began to be in charge of the manufacture of the "time machine".

In less than a month, Makise Kurisu's identity has changed enough to write a novel, and it is a rare miracle that she can keep calm.

"I have more important things to deal with, Hong Liqi. If you encounter trouble, find soldiers and let them come to me."

Rope touched the notebook on his chest.

Conventional Divinity Studies—

And preparations for the coming of Yog Sothoth, the one who calls "All things are one" in order to "fix the present".

The example of world line changes in the original work of "Time Machine" producing the butterfly effect has already been well explained. Rope doesn't want that kind of situation, so the plan can't get around this great god.

Time warping starts today.

Chapter 59 Pay homage to the "Imperial Eternal"!

Summoning the Three Pillars of God has never been a simple matter.

If the last world hadn’t had the artifact given by Naiako, and “Chaos” himself was very willing to come, then not to mention the cumbersome summoning ceremony, just the strange and weird materials would make Luo Pei frown. And the personality is higher than Nyarlathotep, higher than all evil gods, and this is especially true of Yog Sothoth, the "one who turns all things into one" only under the "chief of demons" Azathoth.

It is written in a corner of the Necronomicon.

——Everything should not be done arbitrarily, and use ignorance to alarm the Most High. Those who pay homage to the true face of the Great God and try to comprehend the ultimate mystery of the universe need to use the soul blood as a guide and hold the silver key to open the gap in the "door" and ascend from the mortal world to the spiritual kingdom of the gods.

This means that to attract the attention of Yog Sothoth, the One who returns all things to one, not only must he hold an unimaginably grand sacrifice of blood and soul, but he must also hold the important item "Silver Key" thrown to the world by this great god. ". Only in this way is it possible, pay attention, it is possible for Yog Sothoth's favor to come.

If bad luck summoned Bubbles' dark side, "God of the Future and Time" Avrgomon, then those people can only blame bad luck.

——The aloofness of the "one who turns everything into one" is directly proportional to its incomparable lofty status.

This time, Luo Pei didn't expect to call the incarnation of Yog Sothoth's body to come.

He didn't have the silver key that ghost knows where it was, and he didn't have time to prepare some "city" level blood sacrifice. It would be unrealistic to repeat Nyarlathotep's experience.

Therefore, he decided to retreat and play some tricks, reduce the difficulty and find an avatar with relatively loose conditions, and then use the avatar to set up Bubble's chat window.

The effect is the same, but it saves a lot of trouble.

This incarnation is the "immemorial" Tavel Yat Umr.

The gatekeeper of the ultimate gate; the leader of the gods, elves, and demons in the dream abyss; the silhouette of a distant country; the omniscient who grasps the truth...

If Avrgomon is the dark side, then another incarnation of Bubbles, Tavel Yat Umr, should be relatively kind and benevolent. It encourages any living being to complete the trials it sets, and sincerely hopes to share the secret knowledge behind the ultimate gate with other living beings, but unfortunately, no living being can bring back the secret behind the "gate" alive .

They don't mean that they can't pass the trials, the vast starry sky, and the talents are as numerous as a cow's hair. But even these heaven's favored ones, without exception, were all drowned with their souls after reading the truth that surpassed the limit of their own tolerance. Just like a snake cannot swallow an elephant, this is an iron law for all things.

Regardless of irrelevant background stories, Rope is somewhat sure of this relatively benign calling of the avatar.

Next door to the main building of the Tokyo Research Institute, in a place similar to an observatory, the black-haired youth took advantage of his power to disperse everyone in the entire building. The wide top floor was tidied up, and Luo Pei surrounded the central point, constantly painting and drawing on the ground with his own blood. After a while, a disgustingly complex formation appeared on the floor with a primitive sense of ferocity.

At the same time, he took out various materials for secret arts that he had already prepared when he was on the small island of the Foundation, and placed them precisely where they should be.

"Well, the formation is complete, and the next step is the details. I almost forgot to read it... The rituals of the ancient immortals reject silver, iron, aluminum, red branches, shark's blood, crabs... why are there so many!?"

Luo Pei flipped through the "Necronomicon" in his mind, and was shocked to find that this bubble avatar had many problems.

It just doesn't like things that other Old Ones don't bother to care about, and not liking them will reduce the success rate of the ceremony. The most exaggerated thing is that Tavel, the "immemorial" even asked the priest not to allow dust on his fingers.

It is true and exquisite evil god.

The black-haired young man looked at his index finger, which was stained with blood and dust due to the painting formation, and was silent for a moment, then quickly called for water to clean it, hoping that everyone would pretend nothing happened.

After the preparations and precautions, it is the official link god.

Luo Pei closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated his attention. Under his mobilization, the magic power surged out like a sea, and spread along the undried blood until the entire top floor was filled with the power of the black-haired youth. There is a reaction.

The blood quickly turned into crystals, firmly locking Luo Pei standing in the center.

"God at the door... the king of the giant stone base, I offer this body here as a sacrifice, and I am willing to accept the trial of your infinite wisdom... Please open the door to the deepest abyss of the dream and welcome your believers... ...please appear before me..."

Luo Pei softly recited the interstellar priest's prayers in an obscure language, over and over again, trying to keep his mind calm.

This is probably the most boring part.

Because the next thing to rely on is not Rope himself, but "Prime Eternal" Tavel Yat Umr. If this great god feels it, the secret art ceremony will be successful, if he doesn't feel it, then the call will fail.

However, in the end, he was entangled with the evil gods and slept with the men of two evil gods. The relationship between Rope and the Cthulhu gods has long been cut off. During the three hours of standing still, a trace of power from outside the domain, or from a deeper place, penetrated into the space on the top floor.

Luo Pei knelt down on one knee respectfully, closed his eyes, and the speed of silent prayer doubled.

The same thing fermented in the normal world.

With the mighty power of the gods, human-faced weeds began to grow on the floor, blood and tears flowed from their empty eyes, as if they were regretting their insignificance, and they were unwilling to enter Baoshan but be crushed to death by treasure. All around, wooden bookshelves, paper books, and large astronomical telescopes decayed into ashes and fragments, and were reborn in the ashes, repeating the cycle of time, highlighting the particularity of the ancient immortals.

Even the black-haired young man himself was affected to some extent, his handsome face began to age, and the other half was as smooth and clean as a baby.

Lopez continued with the final stage of his prayer as if he didn't feel it.

"I, Rope the Great Mystic, thirsty for knowledge, patron of Cthulhu, Hastur, Nyarlathotep, Nyogda, Ygoronak, and the Old Ones, Here I pray that you will appear in front of me, the great ancient immortal, His Majesty Tawil Yat Umr..."

--boom!

Like a nuclear bomb exploded in the spiritual sea, Luo Pei lost control of his body.

The surroundings are changing, detached from the changes in the real world.