"Same as Ith's intelligence, the source of the ceremony is in the back space of Haverhill, but..."

Rope turned his eyes to the distance, overlooking this fairly young industrial city.

To be precise, it is Miskatonic University on the edge of the city.

"That back space has been included in the "Lord of the Dead"'s "Rotten Realm" of the kingdom of God... That guy called the fragments of its master's kingdom of God. "

Rushing into the realm of an enemy's kingdom of God is no different from looking for death.

Not to mention the priest who might have a powerful enemy dead, just a **** that has existed since the ancient times, the instinctive rejection of the kingdom of God, will be enough for Rope to drink a pot.

——He is only a demigod, not a deity who truly stuns the stars.

‘Trouble... It’s the kingdom of Azakaron, so calling the incarnation of the old ruler will not have much effect. ’

"I'll start from the "transit node" first. "

Rope opened his blue six-diamond eyes.

"Now that its "death" has not been saved, it will definitely be unable to sit still if there is a problem with the conveying channel. As long as the priest of death comes out of the "kingdom of the gods," I will seize the opportunity to slaughter it even if I awaken the "look of the old gods". Deaths that do not have enough power will not be able to reach the "anchor point." At that time, try to cut off the space on the back and throw it into the bottomless abyss to ensure nothing is lost. I don't believe that Azakaron can travel through the barriers of the multiverse without any "signposts". "

‘Ape, the ceremony of "Old God’s Appearance" has just been completed...’

"Hey, my dear, what are you worried about?"

Faced with Arcelia's dissuasion, Rope just smiled freely.

"That belongs to my body!"

"..."

Acelia was dumb.

Obviously it was placed in a short period of time that you would not even notice in the past, but now there is an illusion of "a long time passed."

From a mature master occultist to a powerful demigod with perfect control over herself, and even a powerful demigod with the appearance of an "old god," Rope's growth gave her the illusion that she could not keep up with the rhythm.

It's really funny, is there too many human emotions on the intellectual side...

But it seems to be pretty good.

‘Then, come on, my dear. ’

Acelia's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, and then she fell into a standby state where she no longer disturbed her host.

The hill where the demigod was located finally couldn't bear the corruption and turned into a variety of abnormal creatures and fled.

The black-haired youth standing on the top was long gone.

...

Located in the mountains not far from Haverhill, there is a small church.

It is not at all as glorious and solemn as other churches. The dilapidated doors and dilapidated windows may be more like beggars' dens for homeless people than orthodox churches.

And even beggars would not come to such a deserted place.

But Sister Alice, the only master of this church, didn't care about these little things at all.

In the courtyard, the woman looks calm like a saint taking care of the garden plants, watering one by one with the kettle in her hand, moving very slowly, as if it doesn't matter if she does this all day long.

She wore the most traditional nun's clothing, woven from old linen, with patches everywhere to show shabbyness. But her appearance is like a treasure bestowed by heaven, a bit delicate and unlike human beings.

The completely unmatched dress can definitely make anyone who sees feel sorry-such a woman should be the most dazzling star in the prom.

In this way, the repetition of the action was dead and silent, and the woman did not change until the position of the last pot of daffodils.

Her watering hand stopped, and her dark golden eyes covered by the turban looked towards the sky.

"this is……"

Alice whispered to herself, her voice was as sweet as a lark.

What happened inside the "Death Vessel"... It's right that there is no such record in the set time... Master Sman, do you know what's going on? "

"..."

Loud noises rang in women's ears, and Alice nodded slightly and put down the kettle.

"Yes, I will check it myself. Please let the "death pulse" return to normal as soon as possible. Our plan is only three months left to complete. We can't make mistakes at critical moments..."

"..." The noise has a solemn feeling.

"Understood. I will pay attention. It does smell like "them"..."

She nodded to express her understanding, took off the turban covering her hair, and let her long silver-white hair hang down.

On the neck, gray, layered on top of each other, are dragon scales.

And beside the nun, the blooming daffodils withered in an instant, as if something had taken their life away.

Alice's eyes were a little regretful.

She is different from Sman of "Crazy Death". She still can't let go of the glory of being a "successor to the dead" long ago. Even though the **** of service has been corrupted, what she longs for in her heart is the normal demise of life.

That is the original appearance of the death of the multiverse order.

But now that she has absorbed too much "death", she itself is a disaster to life.

But this is helpless, if it is for the return of God...

Alice's eyes returned to calm, burying the extra feelings, and walked outside the church that had been living for a hundred years.

Chapter 100 The Dragon of the Dead Soars in the Sky

In front of a lake on the outskirts of Haverhill, a terrifying scene of another world was unfolding in reality.

The big tree cried and shed pus, the earth hated life, and the lake became another kind of black and glowing thing.

The black-haired demigod stepped on the little alien who ran to his feet and nodded in satisfaction.

"In this way, it's the second one."

With Haverhill as the central point for absorbing "death", there are many nodes around the city. Rope doesn't need any means that leave no trace at all, as long as it can be removed, even if it is "blocked" like this.

His purpose is to force the priest of death hiding in the kingdom of God to face himself, only its death can initially lift the ceremony, how can silent actions be possible.

"I don't want to come out and fix it myself, do you think I am a small character who can be dismissed at will..." Luo Pei sneered.