He began to understand why Kroeze's pre-movements evoked his nameless fear.

Even if he had never watched the almost extinct Primal Sadistic Technique, it was enough to glimpse the clue from the shared intent emanating from Nyarasot's body.

Only then will Crow be able to live in his body as she claims.

For a supergod, it was unimaginable self-inferiority, and the ninefold super-dimensional was also angry and self-defeating.

With the exception of a neuro-short-circuited sulphur sub-god who used to use the nickname "Son of God" to do so, no super-life being has ever been bored (or hideous) enough to come up with such a solution.

"Leave me, take whatever residue you have, I don't want it!"

Ignoring his screams, Croce beckoned to the standby Neyarasot. Lucifer didn't even have time to interrupt her remaining thoughts, she had already scurried into the scarlet tongue of the snow leopard.

In the most innocent, streamlined animality, Nyarasot's fingers and claws gripped Lucifer's lips.

As if it were just a deep French kiss, Nyarasot implanted the 'xenomorph' that Croce had incarnated into his Infernal Hell.

In the lost primeval vocabulary, Croce turned himself into a particle, resides in him through the passage that Nyarasot has carved out in him.

"As your most repulsive alien, I will never be able to put you in my arms. Since it is already destined, from now on 'I' will no longer be your other person, but a young sprout that has resided in the body. I used to be the thing you hated the most, and now I am a being you can't break from! ”

Yes, after all, she finally knew what Lucifer's deepest fear was, and what was a nightmare that hell couldn't manage.

As Neyarasot flowed into his private realm along with the mass of embryos, Lucifer understood for the first time that fear was close to the taste of a fragment.

Van Oelin has always avoided the Pumolle Annex, located at the Dadanji Gate, for every possible reason.

The inky marble building, with its life-size specimens of pterosaurs perched high on a swallowtail butterfly-shaped roof, arrogantly used the superbiological remains of Tatans as its own ornaments.

She withdrew her gaze and took a long breath of resignation. Even the Polgardi System Sacred Beast Conservation Association had nothing to say, and no one was in a position to criticize Orsa Pommole's luxurious temperament.

After all, this is the feathering remnant of the winged pterosaur patriarch nicknamed "Silk Knife", dedicating the skin he left in this world to the most cherished super-sensing person in this world.

Perhaps, Orsha's affection can only be exchanged with such an ancient supercreature, and in addition, even her sister and cousins of the six great families cannot happily bear her sharp sword-like affection.

No wonder she is so open-minded, but she is so perverse that people can't help but be envious. Van Oelin remembered the dreamlike smile that came to her mother, who had fallen in love with Orsha, before she died.

"She's such a lonely and beautiful person, even the thoughts of sending me to the end are so paranoid. If you're willing to resonate with me, maybe you won't blame her."

[No, Mother, I have never blamed her, nor can I sentence her to a 'vicious and ruthless' name that will never turn over, as those condemnations have been poured out of their mouths. 】

Almost every once in a while, she would silently answer her dying mother in the sympathetic field of memory regression.

[I'm just, always on the lookout for my fence intact, and don't let Orsha's overly touching cruelty drag me through. I can't stand the scenery of the bursting embankment, because it's so overwhelming. 】

Orsa didn't seem to be in a bad mood, crouching between her two pets.

A multi-gene biochemical beast with a pair of falcon wings stretched, Jili, because of the owner's affectionate crawling and combing feathers, let out a taming coo that the cat was about to fall asleep. However, the other object who was rubbing against Orsha was obviously much more vigilant.

"Kaiman, it's rare to have a cute little guest visit, it's not bad for you to help serve it."

Orsa tilted her head and smoothed Kaiman's messy sideburns. Kaiman, who has always been disobedient and eager to beat every passer-by who does not like his eyes, got up without saying a word this time.

"Yes, yes, you can do whatever you want me to do, my eldest sister's edict, how dare I be disobedient!"

Van Oelin watched as Keman Shiran walked out of the living room and disappeared outside the arcing arch. Even with a few blinks of his eyes, the obedient throbbing of being alone with Orsha still lingers.

"Looks like you're getting better, lately."

Orsha's eyebrows lifted, and the light purple mark on the side of Van Orin's neck suddenly burned. Only the 'Magicians' who are of the same rank as each other can exchange the form, sound, and meaning information of this moment.

At that moment, Van Oelin could only comprehend the supermagnetic wave flow of the other party, like a falling pale pink lilac petal, brushing her sleeves and palms.

She closed her eyes and suddenly returned to the moment she was born.

Passing through the torch and the mist, her mother took her into her fragrant embrace, and at first glance she saw the man standing on the edge of the bed, and the drops of blood between her eyebrows.

"Thanks to your help, things are much better. As long as there are not too many variables in the future, and only the second transaction is completed, I want to sail out of the Wonderland Cluster, which can be regarded as a vacation. ”

Hearing her say this, the "Fire Dance Eye" in front of Orsha's forehead suddenly lit up.

"Finally, you also moved the idea of a stagecoach. The star is too complete to be boring, no wonder there are no good-looking accidents. ”

"Accident?"

Van Oelin hesitated a little, and whenever Orsha said something half-clear, she always felt up.

Before he could ask in detail, Keyman came back with a jade-colored covered tray in his hand.

"Well, most of them are the famous products of the Asta Star Cluster - osmanthus green date pie, ginkgo nut jelly, ah, just with the early spring sencha we drank these days."

Van Oelin squinted suspiciously at Keman, how did he become a hospitable host?

It seems that the rumors are not far off, and before she reveals that the photocrystal in her hand, which is based on the model of Perslin Rhaegar, has been inserted into the bolt, she must use both hard and soft skills, and use all kinds of tricks to implore Orsa to play her opponent.

Looking at her satisfied look, it must not be a small battle. It is rare that Orsha will also become the protagonist of the distraction and involuntary between the curtains of the bed, which will surely make everyone's blood flow backwards and their heartbeat stalled.

Van Oelin was momentarily absorbed and did not listen to the first half of Cayman's words.

"It's not just dessert, but also a greeting post from the boss, and I'm afraid that we won't be able to eat her? That little Nizi is really weird, with a lot of ghost eyes, and it's really not my type. Keyman snorted in disgust.