Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 264 The Planner of Destiny
Judging from the reactions of Caius and others just now, they respect themselves very much, although this respect does not necessarily come directly from themselves, it may be some kind of symbolic meaning of their own existence.

He had thought about his relationship with the king in yellow a long time ago, and there were two kinds.

The first one is that he is a special existence arranged by the king in yellow, and he wants to be resurrected from himself, similar to Tianzun and Klein.

The second possibility is that he is just a pawn in the script written by the king in yellow, and he is observing himself above the starry sky.

But these possibilities, in front of the Hall of Stars, some unknown changes occurred.

The power of the stars suppressed the arrangements that the King in Yellow left on him, so he still maintained a clear mind, instead of becoming someone else's substitute and directly falling into a box.

Hastur has thought about these speculations many times, but has not been able to be confirmed.

For the current situation, it is a bit too far.

Hastur just thought about it for a while, and then began to think about a more realistic solution.

It's definitely not enough to fight directly. I and Sharon can barely deal with a Sequence 4 demigod, but the housekeeper and Mrs. Lisa just now make people unable to see the depth.

But the status is definitely above Caius, and according to the principle that the basic strength of the extraordinary world is respected, those two people are at least Sequence 4.

In addition, there are five people including Caius, and the combat power is a bit different.

The second way is to attract foreign aid to break the situation, such as Will, such as the son of the evil god.

He hasn't entered the Hall of Stars during this period, and he doesn't know how things are going with Mr. A.

The third way is to let nature take its course. Since you can't escape for a short time, then join them. Maybe you can become the Pope with your own uniqueness.

Judging from the current situation, the third method is the most suitable.

"Shouldn't that be their purpose?"

"Let yourself open the golden box just to confirm your own specialness?"

"Usurping the faith left by the king in yellow is also a good counterattack."

Hastur slowly considered the feasibility in his mind, and Azshara lay quietly under Hastur's armpit.

When the sun had completely set and the door was knocked, Hastur sat up straight on the bed, exhaled softly, and put on an elegant and decent smile on his face.

Standing up and coming to the mirror on the table, he seemed to say to himself, "Relax, it's not a big deal, maybe they don't have any malice towards me."

"Meow."

Azshara jumped up and wanted Hastur to take it, but it was left in the room anyway.

The door opened, and Hastur went downstairs with Caius outside the door, preparing to have dinner.

In the restaurant on the first floor, the dining table is oblong and oval, with a total of eleven seats.

Hastur naturally sat in the top position, and items such as knives, forks, and spoons were already placed in front of him.

Then, the maids took turns serving the food.

These people are ordinary people, and the maid I saw today is not among them.

No one else appeared except Caius.

"It seems that they are not in a hurry."

Hastur enjoyed the dinner silently. Although the food here is far less exquisite and delicious than Backlund's, the taste is not bad, above the pass line.

"It tastes good."

Hastur gave an evaluation, and Caius, who was standing by, smiled and said: "Your recognition is our greatest honor."

After dinner, Caius told the maids to pack up and leave.

He knew that the young nobleman in front of him had something to ask him.

Hastur put his right hand on the table casually, tapped the table with his index finger and said, "Can I still trust you?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Caius felt that Hastur, who was sitting in the first place at the moment, was like a god, and there was an invisible coercion emanating from him.

It makes people feel intimidated.

Caius restrained his mind and said respectfully: "Our lies never intended to hurt you."

Hasta did not comment on this sentence, and said lightly: "Do you have a pope?"

"The Pope's position has been vacant, it is waiting for the right person to step up the steps and receive the adoration of all the faithful."

"If I join you, can I become your pope?"

"We have been following the figure of the gods, and only those who can listen to the oracle can become the pope."

"Have the gods you believe in ever issued an oracle?"

"No."

"Then how do you affirm His existence?"

Caius was silent for a while, and still said calmly: "After we embarked on this extraordinary path, He has been leading us forward."

"What do you call him?"

This is a profane question, but one Hastur would love to know the answer to.

Caius lowered his head, his body trembled slightly, his eyes showed fanatical worship, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "The Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky, the chaotic, formless and nameless one, he is the planner of destiny, he The script written will definitely be staged, he is the king in yellow in the game world, and the figure left by him is the direction we will always follow!"

The master of the star sea in the distant starry sky, the indescribable being who is chaotic and invisible, and the planner of destiny.

Hastur recited these three honorable names silently several times in his heart, trying to find out what is special about the king in yellow.

But there is not much to gain. The Lord of the Star Sea and the Unspeakable One, these two respectful titles, Hastur, have long been familiar with.

What made him more concerned was the title of Destiny Planner.

Will once said that the friars in yellow know how to deal with 008.

Judging from this sentence, the authority of the king in yellow involves two paths: fate and the audience.

Well, to be precise, it is a combination of two extraordinary paths.

Hastur glanced at Caius, who was excited and excited, and did not ask him any other questions.

A fanatical believer, there is no right answer for him.

……

After ten o'clock in the evening, Hastur was already lying on the big bed, and no one would disturb him. His power here is indeed equivalent to that of a lord, and he can do whatever he wants.

If there is no golden box that is still placed horizontally in the center of the hall on the first floor, it will always remind him that this place is closely related to the monks in yellow.

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Caius and the others didn't deliberately avoid him in their affairs and conversations, and they always maintained respect for him.

When he set a few rules in the room to avoid being peeped, he fell asleep and went to the Hall of Stars.

Hall of Stars.

Hastur glanced across the stars, but still did not find the star where the king in yellow was.

He had no choice but to look back at the stars of the real Creator and find Mr. A's light spot.

Mr. A in the dot picture has changed to a new place, and is kneeling in front of the statue, praying non-stop.

Hastur cast the divine revelation directly, and then entered his dreamland to understand all Mr. A's experiences during this period.

When he saw that Mr. A had successfully completed the task, he thought about it and decided to give Mr. A a good performance evaluation, as an encouragement for his hard work.

When Mr. A came to the familiar sea again, facing the holy mountain in his dream, he knew that the eyes of the Lord were watching him again.

His body prostrated on the sea, and he met the Lord's gaze.

"You are very good."

The oracle penetrated into his ears like a magic sound, setting off a huge wave in his mind.

The dream was shattered, and Mr. A was still prostrate on the ground, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and his whole body was trembling.

not bad.

You are very good.

This is the approval of the Lord!
Mr. A's excitement was indescribable, he could feel his beating heart was about to fly out of his heart.

He exhausted all his strength to control the expression on his face that wanted to twitch and squirm, and finally he suppressed the smiling face that wanted to laugh, leaving only a smile hanging on the corner of his slightly raised mouth.

He had never heard of other believers ever being rewarded by the Lord.

I'm afraid it's hard to get the Lord's praise even for Lord Urolius, right?

In the basement that had been completely sealed by boulders, the dark world suddenly lit up. It was a starry sky suspended on the top of the coffin.

The starry sky is bright and bright, dispelling the dark and lightless world.

Four tentacle-like starlight chains protruded from the depths of the starry sky, and tightly wrapped around the four corners of the coffin that carried the power of the evil god's heir.

With the baptism of the power of the stars, the aura of the stars here is gradually getting stronger, constantly eliminating and purifying other powers.

The original dark black coffin gradually faded black and turned translucent.

When the starlight above his head dissipated and left, everything returned to calm.

……

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur held his forehead with one hand, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and there were bursts of severe pain.

"It will take two more nights before I can completely transform the heir of the evil god into a believer in the stars. It's just that the consciousness that was supposed to be born seems to have been removed during the purification process just now."

Hastur carefully recalled all the details of what happened just now. He used Mr. A's point of view to reach the basement and baptized with the power of the Hall of Stars.

Purify the consciousness that may belong to the real creator in that body, leaving only pure energy in that body.

During the process, because the newborn consciousness was more inclined to the real Creator, it was obliterated by the baptism of the stars.

"That's not bad, just leave an empty shell without any consciousness, just like the container of the goddess of the night, that body is the container of the stars."

Hastur thought about it for a while, and felt that it was indeed feasible, so he left the Hall of Stars and fell asleep on the bed.

(End of this chapter)