‘I’m angry at this little thing, I don’t know what to do...’ Acelia muttered.

‘Okay, okay, can’t I say it? Don't be angry... If Ape is still not satisfied with the power, then completely indulge the feeling you felt when you became a demigod. Having your own posture that is close to the origin of chaos will greatly increase the tolerance of divine power and divine nature...but it will also irreversibly change your appearance when you become a true **** in the future. ’

The electrical conductivity of aluminum and copper are different. Just like pedigree, the fundamental problem is the "material" that holds power.

Aselia said, it also allowed Rope to formally detach from his human form and possess the appearance of an indescribable old god. But considering that Rope has always maintained a humanoid appearance, the system girl really doesn't want to talk about this method.

"Just for this little thing?"

'Alas! I am wrong for your sake, Ape? You are over points! After all, it’s not that Ape, you can’t accept becoming a big tentacle monster, or any other weird appearance...’

"At this moment and moment, the old demigod enemy is in front of you. If you can't guarantee the strength, what's the use of a glamorous appearance? If you are killed, there will be nothing."

Rope asked with a smile.

"Besides, is it possible that if I become that way, I can't change back to what I am now?"

‘That’s not true, the mimicry body is very casual...’

"I think so too, it's not a big deal. But the "old god" can't be too anxious. The feeling of indulging in the crowning of a demigod is not just casual talk... Well, at least you have to wait until you get close to the periphery of the "chaos". Start preparations. Before that, neither the divine excavation nor the divine art research can be left behind. Accumulation is always not a bad thing..."

While speaking, Rope had already thought about the details of the "Old God's Appearance" in his mind.

Acelia sighed silently. If she has eyes as an organ now, the eyes in it must be very gentle and comforting.

Only by not sticking to inherent ideas can you have the power to continuously climb upwards. This is her host, the beloved person of the Demon God. Of course, Acelia hopes that Rope will develop in a good direction in order to have the most perfect result in the end.

No matter when, she did not disappoint.

PS: It’s a new month. For the reason that I didn’t fish last month and don’t plan to fish this month, give me a monthly pass (reach out)

Chapter 88 The Heirs of Human Ancestors, the first murder in the Bible

The cool wind gently shuttles between the tall buildings in Tokyo, and sometimes moves the clouds in the sky, so that the beautiful sky at dusk can be appreciated by the human beings bound to the ground by gravity.

——Tokyo is still so peaceful.

After the father of the demons returned to the original territory, the monsters were more careful, and did not dare to disturb the false order of the human society in front of them at the risk of being disgusted by the Lord, so that the hyakki Yexing with great fanfare last night did not even startled a wave. , Was buried in a crevice of dust when the sun rose at dawn.

On the unmanned top floor of the Ginza high-rise building, a Semitic woman with olive skin lay on the balcony, letting the breeze blow her long black hair and tattered white cloth robe.

Rarely, Abel did not take the dark weapons he had made in his hands, but rested in a completely defenseless posture.

This pair of war-threatening Semitic women is extremely rare-even more so since she left the SCP Foundation.

"Ah, sister Abel, you really are here..."

Abel lifted his head slightly, and his eyes looked at the source of the sound with a dangerous chill. At the same time, a space crack was quietly born beside the slender finger, ready to take out the weapon at any time.

But the hostility disappeared completely when the curtain of golden hair came into view.

"...It's you, idiot."

The handsome Semitic woman closed her eyes again and waved her hand.

"Give you five seconds to disappear from me, or I will beat you up."

"Sister Abel is here again."

The girl with the code name "Iris" and the real name Iris Thompson groans.

She didn't take Abel's threat seriously, so she bent her knees and sat beside the Semitic women. And Abel didn't really fulfill what she said, even after five seconds, he still lay on the ground peacefully.

I'm afraid this is the last thing the inhuman warrior has left.

Time gradually advanced towards the evening, and Yuanwei watched the sun set from the west in peace, until Abel started to speak from the floor.

"Sister Abel, is this really good?"

Abel glanced at Iris indifferently, and stretched out his hand to tie his loose long hair into a ponytail.

"Speak clearly, what is good or not."

"I mean, are you going to do that kind of thing again tonight?"

Iris curled her body into a ball and complained bitterly.

"Incomprehensible, totally incomprehensible. Are fighting and killing really so happy? It's worthy of your sister Abel's death again and again, and repeating this behavior again and again... Those Mr. Monsters gave us a place to live and stay. There are many necessities of life in places, but sister Abel, you have to trouble them every day..."

"Idiot, don't confuse humans with aliens." Abel sneered.

"They are just fearing a stronger ruler and suppressing their own nature. They, no, we are all the same, and the desire for battle and blood has never diminished. Didn't you see the last death? The guy under my knife, did he have a cheerful expression before he died?"

"...Even so!"

Iris raised her voice.

"Why can't we stay away from those? Peaceful life, peaceful enjoyment, just like Sister Abel would come here to look up at the sky when she is bored. Isn't it good to be peaceful?"

"You can, but I can't."

Abel clenched his palms tightly, his sharp nails pierced his skin, bleeding out.

"My heart has long been burned into a strange appearance by the fire of hatred. Only blood and battle can slow its burning. From that day long ago, I was completely changed by that abominable guy!"

"Sister Abel, is it really the story of "Cain and Abel" in the Bible? "

Thinking of Abel's name, Iris tried to ask.

The story of "Cain and Abel" is one of the most famous stories in the Bible. They are rumored to be the heirs of Adam, the "ancestor of man". Cain is the eldest and Abel is the last.

At that time the ground was barren, Cain planted the land, Abel shepherd the sheep, and the two enjoyed themselves until one day God asked them for tribute.

Cain offered vegetables and food, and Abel offered mutton and fat. God took a fancy to Abel's sacrifice, but did not take Cain's sacrifice, so Cain became jealous. That jealousy ate away Cain's heart like poison, causing it to commit the first murder in the Bible since the creation of the world-killing Abel.

Iris did not get the answer to the question.

At the moment when the voice fell, the girl was forced to hold her breath.

The icy sickle lay across her neck, and it only took one millimeter to cut her throat, letting blood gush out.

"Don't mention this in front of me!"

Abel said with a twisted face.

"Listen! Listen, idiot! If you let me hear words related to that story again, I really can't guarantee that your head will rest on your neck this time!"

"I, I know... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't say any more!"