His clothes were dirty, and his unwashed hair, which fell down to his shoulders, looked like a corpse.

�Kytra?�

Constantine saw and sensed that a withered snake was coiled around his neck.

�Why is the King of Paras Kingdom here?�

What does it matter.

�1 hour 48 minutes 42 seconds.�41 seconds.�40 seconds??�

�Hey Kitra.�

In order to make another follower, Constantine reached out to Kitra.

�Praise the god Krea.�

�36 seconds.�35���

I stopped counting the hours.

�Cria?�

The moment Kitra turned his head, Constantine was shocked to freeze his soul.

�Ahhh���

Unlike him who was thrilled, Kitra was indifferent.

�God has no name.�

Kneeling with a thump, Constantine collapsed in a position that could no longer be miserable.

It wasn�t Lamie�s etiquette, it was instinct.

�Save me.�

����this is god

The moment you come into contact with it, the forms, tendencies, and doctrines that humans have imagined become meaningless.

Kitra asked.

�You haven�t lost your mind.�

�My heart is yours alone

all.�Write as you wish.�

�Kill Maya.�

�Maya�?�

I had doubts for a moment, but I didn�t have the courage to ask as I looked up at Kitra.

�I will follow your will.�

As Constantine got up and left the hallway, Kitra turned in the opposite direction. JrNovels.com