——It is the conceptualization of the road itself.

Therefore, the respect of the Isths for Yug Sotos is above all the gods, and to be more serious, it is not an exaggeration to call the Iss a subordinate race of Yug Sotos, but Iss Few of us admit this reality.

Compared with them, the empty ghosts and Tindalus hounds next door are more bachelors, and even pride themselves on being the pets of Yug Sotos.

"I understand... It turns out that everything has been arranged by the Great... Your arrival is not accidental, but an inevitable point in time... I am still a prisoner in the prison of time..."

Yisi took a deep breath and spread his hands.

He held the subtle firefly-like light in both hands, and the huge mental power was condensed into substance, bringing knowledge to the small spot in the center of the light.

"Exchange, "Lord of the Dead" Azakaron and the Priest of the Dead are in this world. The details of the ceremony... the price, the great Damigod will pay for the record of His Majesty Kwache Utaus "Kanamangos Will". "

"You really are obsessed with "time", haven't you given up your physical effort to cross time? "

"That's my...wish..."

"Um"

Rope nodded in satisfaction.

"It's also a reasonable exchange. I just got the "Kanamangos Will" from Igoronak, but it was impossible to give it to you. I can only make rubbings."

"You are talking about... Your Royal Highness the Defiler?" Ith was astonished.

"Who else is there except that fat man?" Rope said indifferently.

"..."

Another holy name of the old ruler.

Only then did I feel that the "Dami God" in front of him was fundamentally different from the one he had come into contact with.

Will ignore the mundane, the name of the great Yug Sotos casually put on his lips, even the hateful and stingy clerk can ridicule at will, free from curse and retribution, and even get it from Igoronak The "Kanamangos Will" that records the secrets of time...

This, what kind of blessing is this?

Could it be that what happened to those ancient and brutal rulers that they didn't know about?

Isi didn't know, it could only lower its head deeply in the chaos.

Rope took out the original of "The Will of Canamangos", instantly copied a handwritten copy in English with the ability to distort reality, and threw it over.

At the same time, the information that recorded the key points of the trial had also reached his hands.

Chapter 99: The Plan to Destroy the Death Veins, The Nun with Dragon Scales

Although the IS had various ridiculous problems, but fortunately, once the transaction was established, they would never breach the contract or make small actions, and the intelligence provided was very comprehensive.

The current situation of "Lord of the Dead" Azakaron, the location of the priest of the dead and the method of launching the ceremony——

All of these are already in Rope's mind.

And because of this, Rope understood the trouble with this "hunting".

"That guy actually did this kind of thing... Was he really proud of the "successor to the dead", a believer in the God of Order? Even the interstellar priests would not act like this crazy..."

The black-haired youth shook his head helplessly.

"The "death" of "drawing the world" is forcibly sealed within one's own body, and when the time is right, it will be released in the form of the most painful "total self-collapse" as an "anchor" to take in Azakaron... plus The chaotic nature of this world is indeed the most appropriate way to "let the **** of death come". "

There is "death" in every world. They are the eternal and most abstract force, unspeakable and ubiquitous, and they play a role as the rules for the normal birth and decay of all things.

Once this constant force withers under the interference of some great existence, then the cycle will be destroyed, increasing the mass infinitely, and the world without the digestive system will be like a bursting water ball, and it will shatter.

It is hard to imagine that this is the method once devised by a believer in an ancient **** of order who hates chaos.

But then again.

The priest of death is so crazy that he doesn't even care about his own life. How can this kind of ruining the foundation of a world make its heart ripple?

Anyway, as long as Azakaron descends, this world is destined to become the food of the "Lord of the Dead."

‘This may be the so-called "the most terrible reason is infinitely close to madness", right? ’

Acelia sighed.

‘It loves its god, believes in its god, and can give everything for Azakaron, including trampling on the creed that was once enshrined in it...’

"Seeing this end, I think those star priests who have spared their lives are becoming cute."

Rope sneered.

"If a certain old ruler appears to be silent, except for its fanatics, the other interstellar priests will definitely pat their buttocks and run to re-believe in another evil god..."

‘Well, chaos is like this. We don't particularly care about faith or food. There is also no obsessive-compulsive disorder of the ancient gods that promotes their own order concept. Everyone is very casual about this. ’

"Oh...This is the important reason why you lost to the ancient gods. Internal cannibalism and contradictions are numerous. Subordinates are all scattered sands except for the servant races created. It is a strange thing to win..."

‘Shut up! Ape, still think about how to solve this ritual. ’

Acelia said in anger.

Luo Pei shook his head and put his palm on the side rock wall.

This is the suburban mountain range of Heifre, the closest location to the ground vein.

The divine power burst out, and under the control of the demigod, it was meticulously compiled into a magnificent divine art, continuously extending downwards, capturing the invisible veins, and perceiving the "death" flowing in it more deeply.

It's just a leak of a little power, and the mountain on which Ropey is standing has a tendency to transform into "chaos" from corruption and decay.

Just the use of the Detecting Little God Art is enough to create such a vision, and the danger of the Cthulhu demigod is at a glance.

They are not the kind of "macho" powerhouses who wield their power, nuclear flattening the nuclear flattening all day long, dismembering the continental plates at all times, and bursting stars-even though these evil gods can easily do it.

Cthulhu demigod, no, all the power of the Cthulhu family must be closer to the "source." Regarding the operation of the soul, rules, and essence, it is like a lingering force that is harmful to all existence. .

This is why the guys of the Cthulhu family are so dangerous in the multiverse.

There are more powerhouses capable of bursting stars than crucian carp who crosses the river, but the only ones who can corrupt a powerful civilization and turn it into another abomination are the chaotic evildoers.

"no……"

Withdrawing the little magic, Rope sighed.

"Like the roots of tiny trees, there are too many "passages" erected, and reverse disintegration is impossible... I suspect that not only this city, but the entire North American continent has been transformed into a "ceremonial place" by the dead priest. "

‘Where’s the source? ’