The Endless Shuttle

"Your intuition is indeed correct. The "Father of Demons" including the hidden religious group has the most direct relationship with me, and the name is not the same. You can rest assured that there is absolutely no conspiracy or malice in them. "

"Could it be that "Father of Demons" refers to Luo Peimiao? ! "

Hearing this, Akiba Rumiho opened her mouth wide, as if looking at a long-extinct rare animal.

"But, but... the woodcarving looks nothing like Rope... the second form?"

"I'm not a Kamen Rider."

Rope denied with a smile.

"This question belongs to the part that Liu Miho doesn't need to know, so I have nothing to say."

"...Whoever provokes a girl's curiosity without explaining it will go to hell, meow."

"Who dares to say that the place where he lives now is not hell?"

Luo Peiruo said pointedly.

He picked up the wood carving that Akiba Rumiho had placed on the table, and weighed it lightly.

"The effect of this thing is genuine, but you don't need Liu Weizhen. If you think it's a waste, give it to your timid classmates later. At least it can have a reassuring effect."

"Why doesn't Phyllis need meow?"

"Because I'm protecting you."

Luo Pei looked into Akiba Rumiho's eyes seriously.

He did not recall the "Umbrella God" and stayed by the girl's side. With such powerful bodyguards, apart from disasters at the level of the "Whirlpool", basically there is no need to worry about any accidents in this diseased world, this monster-ridden Tokyo.

The cat-eared maid didn't expect the black-haired youth to say such words suddenly, and was stunned for a moment.

"Haha... Could it be that Rope is attacking Felice? Oops! A little tempted... Work harder, and Felice might come with you after get off work..."

Poor Akiba Rumiho, who has little experience in getting along with the opposite sex, can only use her usual tricks to ease the embarrassment at this time.

As a result of jumping thinking and rich associative power, her mind is almost in a mess... …

Luo Pei saw the girl's embarrassment, and retracted the straight ball without leaving a trace.

"After get off work, you should go to rest quickly. Even on holidays, I don't have much free time, and I have to go back to work to work overtime at night."

The progress of the "time machine" must be checked frequently. It cannot be said that there is an assistant in the shopkeeper, which is undoubtedly irresponsible for one's own life.

After that, both of them deliberately skipped this little embarrassment, and chatted for a while about the "Father of Demons".

During this period, no matter how soft and hard Akiba Rumiho was, Luo Pei would not let go, and the girl could only lie down on the table and drink juice depressed.

On the TV hanging high on the wall, the afternoon program time has already passed, but there is no music arranged by Akiha Rumiho, but some news interrupted by TV Tokyo.

"What's going on meow, Phyllis said earlier that he would switch in time..."

The girl frowned, and stood up to see what was going on.

"Wait a minute."

Luo Pei called to stop Akiha Rumiho, his eyes fixed on the news reports on TV.

The hostess with short hair was standing in what was clearly a cemetery. Behind her, the soil where countless dead people were buried was turned over. According to reports, it was the worst mass grave digging event in Heisei years, and the political correctness of cremation was advocated without leaving a trace...

The black-haired young man was not concerned about this, so he didn't believe the explanation of the grave-digging incident.

In the picture, the soil and the traces of damage to the coffin are obviously destroyed and excavated from the inside.

And inside the cemetery, there are only dead people!

"Resurrection from death, confusion between life and death...Has the former noble god of death corrupted to such an extent that it actually showed an ominous omen..."

Lopez murmured, tapping his fingers on the table.

Logically speaking, things like ominous and evil omens belong to evil gods. Just like there are rumors that on the day when Cthulhu, the "eternal sleeper", recovers, the sea will rise, and the holy city of R'lyeh will surely emerge from the abyss. When a country's morals are corrupt and its citizens are crazy, it must be "Chaos" Nyarlathotep's forte.

Azakalong is the second son of order, the master of death in ancient times, and it is not surprising that he has such power after being corrupted.

The dead crawled out of the grave, which clearly indicated that the distance between Azakalon and this world had reached a very dangerous distance.

"Rope, what, what's the matter?"

The expression of the black-haired youth startled Akiba Rumiho.

"nothing."

Luo Pei stood up, took out a bundle of dollars directly from the white gospel and put it on the table.

"I'm leaving first. Rumiho, it's almost summer vacation. If you have any travel plans, I suggest you cancel them as soon as possible. It's safer to stay in Tokyo during this period."

"……good."

Not knowing what happened, Akiba Rumiho still nodded in confusion.

At this time, Luo Pei, the power of the person in charge is really terrifying.

After walking out of the maid cafe, the black-haired young man directly dialed the number of the three-flavored masks after getting into the luxury sports car, and arranged for them to clean up their territory.

— The tides of life and death.

Chapter 64 Monster Runaway

In the report of the three-flavored mask, the evil omen caused by Azakalon is more serious than Rope imagined.

Starting about five days ago, the rotting dead rose from the cemetery, and the normal living died suddenly for no reason. Even Tokyo was under his command, and the monsters who had already kept themselves in order were more or less affected, full of desire for "death".

Not your own "death", but the "death" of others.

To put it simply, the impulse to attack humans and other monsters has increased, and the sanity to restrain instincts has decreased.

Fortunately, these situations are only spread among weak monsters, and they cannot spread to alien creatures at the level of Sanwei mask, Fu Jiang and SCP-173-if they can spread, then neither can Rope. I only know now that five days ago, I could move a small stool and sit on the sea to watch Tokyo sink.

"Why didn't you report it to me sooner?" Rope asked.

"Your Highness, this is our wrong decision..."

The strange voice of the Sanwei mask came from the phone, and they were always very energetic this time, a little bit lacking in confidence.

"We have seen things like the resurrection of the dead many times. We thought that such a trivial matter would not alarm you, but now we find that things are not as simple as we thought. Not only those living corpses that can be crushed to death at will, but even us Most of the compatriots have also stepped into madness..."

"What about the quantity?"