The Endless Shuttle

It crawled through the lava, watching the distant horizon in grief.

"Did you hear... the sound of the "Death Pulse" collapsing..."

Siman murmured in a dull voice of the soul.

The collapse of the "death pulse" represents the shattering of the grand ceremony from the foundation. In this way, no matter how much "death" accumulated in his body, it was impossible to pass it all on to Azakalon.

Once the amount is reduced and cannot meet the needs of the ancient god's signpost, its plan will be tantamount to failure.

"It took me fifty thousand years to find my way out of confusion, another twenty thousand years to plan, five thousand years to search, and nine centuries to implement...just for the return of my lord Azakalon...that His Majesty clearly Right in front of my eyes, I can only watch it suffer torture in the void, unable to enter and go home..."

It is not afraid of death without thinking, not at all.

From the moment he became a "deceased man", only "death" could accept Sman, and the embodiment of "death" was the "lord of death" Azakaron.

——The god of the ancient snake people is everything to it.

"..."

Luo Pei didn't speak, didn't move, and the spirit vision locked on Siman firmly.

After a long time, the ancient snake man stopped even crawling and collapsed in the magma.

Siman tilted the snake's head and stared at the mirage-like "world of decay" in the hazy smoke.

Having lost its main supporter, the fragments of the Kingdom of Azakhalon are being stripped from this collapsed world, and they are floating in this multiverse with the "Dragon of Death" who will soon become the last member of the Cult of the Dead among...

Feeling stressed?

This plan has failed, will the young dragon have the courage to carry out the next plan to revive His Majesty Azakalon?

Without myself, can the knowledge handed down from the Cult of the Dead be passed on?

If I had taught her a little more before, the key to being a demigod...

"Ah……"

The ancient snake man pulled out a subtle ironic smile, his body shattered from the center, turned into the most basic particles and dissipated in the air.

"Sure enough... Your Majesty "Ouroboros" is right..."

Sman said to himself.

"You guys... are the root cancer that shouldn't exist in this multiverse... born in chaos, and will be destroyed by chaos... you can't sleep peacefully..."

The barren land, the final planet.

The leader of the Cult of the Dead, "Crazy Death" Siman, died in such an environment, leaving only a sentence that seemed more like a prophecy than a curse.

— as worthless as confetti.

Looking at the "death" power that exploded and spread back to the world after losing the shackles of Siman, Luo Pei was completely at ease.

The final burst of fire that burned his soul was indeed something he hadn't expected.

If the ancient snake man still retained the power to fight in that situation, then he would be the one who was in danger instead.

Enemies of the same personality should remain vigilant even after the battle is over...

'I, should I say congratulations now? ! By the way, Ape, can you still hold on? Your soul doesn't look very well...'

Azalia's nervous voice sounded in Luo Pei's mind, and the dark blue demon shook his head wearily.

"It's okay. I need to take a break. Don't give me the pop-up window that the trial is completed during this time. I will read it myself later..."

'Okay! '

In the face of her injured friend, Azalea is almost obedient.

she said anxiously.

‘Forget about it! First activate your soul completely, if you continue like this, you will still be dragged into the "Between Reincarnation"! It happens that you have used "entropy increase", don't worry about it so much, use it as you want. Also, I'll give you one here...'

"Don't do anything foul."

Rope interrupted Azalea's concern.

"Just keep quiet...be quiet...now I'm really tired..."

'...'

Azalea immediately stopped talking.

The dark blue tentacles dragged the huge Demon God towards a place where it seemed to be able to stay.

Although it is the same everywhere for him now, there is always a kind of psychological comfort at work.

When passing by a pothole of magma, Luo Peiling glanced at something in a flash.

"Um?"

It was a pale, faint flame.

It seems that a gust of wind can be extinguished, but it stands tenaciously on the magma, showing the arrogance that refuses to bow to everything.

The dark blue demon god bent down, and held up the small flame with his oversized fingertips.

It is divine fire.

Rope confirmed it almost instantly.

It is not the "death" held by Siman, whose divinity is annihilated with its own disappearance.

That's a slightly better, grander concept, and one that's very close to "chaos."

This is... His Majesty Yog Sothoth's "time"?

"...Is this a reward for clearing the BOSS for me?"

Without facial features, Luo Pei could only smile wryly in his heart.

"Your glorious deeds in the past really left me with a lot of trouble... If it weren't for your strength, I wouldn't have worked so hard..."

Many of the difficulties in fighting Sman are due to this and to the divinity of "time" buried deep in the divinity of "death".

Azakhalon and Yog Sothoth...

More and more questions arose, and Luo Pei forcibly stopped his own thinking.