Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 270 Tonight, the God Who Comes Down

Tonight, welcome the coming of God!
This sentence has a certain magical nature, so many monks in yellow clothes voluntarily follow behind Cardiff, forming a long line,
"Follow me, and I will lead you to welcome the coming of God!"

Cardiff shouted again, and the monks in yellow clothes gathered in the distance, consciously following behind the team.

The organization of monks in yellow has a total of more than a hundred members, and the number of members following Cardiff has exceeded 60.00%.

Cardiff looked down on Mrs. Lisa in an almost condescending attitude. He didn't need to say anything to show off, as the followers behind him had already expressed his thoughts for him.

"You are old, it's time to leave the front position, now is your own time."

Cardiff vaguely remembered that he was also a follower standing behind Mrs. Lisa back then. Now, he has become a banner followed by others.

He had been waiting for this day for a long, long time.

He always wanted to be the first believer to stand before God!
For the scene in front of her, Mrs. Lisa did not stop but remained silent.

People change, and she has already seen through all this at her age, but when this day really came, she found that she was not as calm and calm as she expected.

After all, this is the organization she created from scratch.

It was she who was the first to hold the torch high, attracting followers one by one.

Can such a farce attract the attention of God?

Mrs. Lisa looked up at the black star in the starry sky, it was like an eye, calmly overlooking what happened here.

If you can, let this farce intensify.

Madam Lisa stepped aside to allow DeCalf to lead the procession past her.

This is a kind of acquiescence, but also a kind of connivance.

That man of destiny from Backlund, after all, could not escape the web woven by countless destinies.

When DiCalf straightened his back and walked past Mrs. Lisa, walked out of the manor, and was about to tear through the passage of the spirit world, arrived at the castle at lightning speed, and captured the perfect container, the lake in front of him was as bright as stars. Song.

Under the starry sky, in the eyes of all the monks in yellow, in the depths of the lake, the water of the lake was separated into two parts by an invisible force, and a figure appeared in the praise of the stars.

He was wearing a ragged yellow robe, with bare feet, just like that floating in the air.

The lake water that was separated on both sides gathered again and flowed calmly under his feet.

The pious believers who are holding a ceremony by the lake are the first to kneel down to offer their loyalty.

A domino effect began to form, and when the gaze of that figure swept across, the monks in yellow who were still standing knelt down one after another.

Soon, only Mrs. Lisa and Dikalf were left standing.

A devout believer is really not devout at all.

Hastur's mouth curled into a sneer.

He came to this manor very early, just in time to hear the argument between Mrs. Lisa and Dikalfe, so he didn't rush to show up. He wanted to see how much piety still existed in the organization of the monks in yellow. believers.

It's a pity that these believers don't seem to be religious at all.

So he deliberately chose this way of appearance, just to see how the so-called followers would face his existence.

Dikaf was stunned for a long time. The mysterious figure that appeared on the lake in front of him was very close to the image of God that Mrs. Lisa had described.

The difference lies in the fact that the gods in Mrs. Lisa's mouth do not have a concrete body. Wrapped in tattered yellow robes, they are chaotic, formless and indescribable beings, which are closer to the concept of nothingness than the handsome black man in front of her. young man.

"You blasphemer, how dare you blaspheme the gods!"

DiCalf directly characterized the unusual young man in front of him as a counterfeit.

He carried extraordinary abilities in his words, which resounded deafeningly in the minds of every monk in yellow.

Soon, a monk in yellow who knelt down and worshiped raised his head, then stood up tremblingly, his eyes regained firmness, and followed behind Dikafu.

Hastur didn't speak, just watched calmly.

Blasphemer, Hastur doesn't dislike this title. He really doesn't like the king in yellow, the old god who has too much entanglement with him.

Blasphemy, he really wanted to bring down the King of Yellow Clothes from the throne, well, he started with the organization of the Yellow Clothes Monks.

On the side, Mrs. Lisa stared closely at the figure above the lake with eyes full of signs of time.

That figure was quite different from the image of a god in her impression, he was more like a person than a god.

But tonight, not long ago, the predicted black star appeared in the starry sky.

The appearance of Black Star, and the appearance of such a young man wearing the king's clothes, is it too coincidental?
Is tonight the day of destiny?
She wasn't sure, so she didn't choose to stand up.

"Blasphemy, is that so?"

Hastur pulled out the yellow robe with his right hand, held it in his hand, looked around at the monks in yellow robes present, and then a ball of flames began to burn from the bottom of the yellow robe, and the raging flames devoured the symbol of the king in yellow robes.

Blasphemy, naked blasphemy!
The yellow-clothed monks who were still a little hesitant at first became more determined in their choice. They appeared here tonight as blasphemers, not gods!
Only Mrs. Lisa trembled, but began to believe in her heart that the young man in front of her was the incarnation of God!
Because God likes to play with people's hearts, he is the planner of destiny, and he often does some behaviors that are beyond common sense.

Never try to understand God from a human perspective!
"The blasphemer must die!"

With a loud shout, a wave soon formed, trying to devour the fanatics who dared to blaspheme.

Dikaf's eyes were full of sarcasm, the god he believed in was still sleeping deep in the starry sky, waiting to be awakened by him.

This way of pretending to descend from the gods should be the handiwork of Caius and his group, in order to protect the man of fate in a legitimate way.

It is already his greatest luck for people who should have died to live these days longer.

Now, Destiny is going to start claiming the rewards it once paid.

"The blasphemer will surely die under the fire of heaven!"

Dikaf stood up and shouted loudly, followed by three followers.

They looked up at the starry sky at the same time, as if they were singing to summon something.

Suddenly, in the calm night sky, balls of fire fell from the sky, like a meteor shower.

Hastur had witnessed this scene before, and on the night Ince Zangwill was targeted, there had been such an unusual stream of fire in the sky.

Now that the puzzle has been solved, the people who targeted Ince Zangwill that night were these monks in yellow.

Hastur just stood quietly on the lake without even raising his hand.

When the fire fell like rain, their attack direction turned out to be Dikaf and the others!
His eyes had already seen through the weak points of the rules, and by exchanging his concepts with theirs, he changed the target of the incoming Skyfire.

The monk in yellow, who was expecting the holy scene of the blasphemer being burned by the fire of the sky, fled in a hurry.

As the main combat force, Dikaf had a particularly dignified expression. He just stood there, letting the fire explode around him, but no ball of fire hit him right in the middle.

This is a kind of luck, but also a magical extraordinary ability.

There was a lot of fire hitting the manor where there was nowhere to escape. Mrs. Lisa stood up and swept all the fire attacking the manor to other places.

Other than that, she didn't intervene too much.

Of course, some unlucky ones were just hit by the fire, or were unfortunately affected, and the wails began to sound continuously.

"God's blessing."

Dikaf whispered, and a milky white light rose from his body, turning into white chains that shuttled around every injured monk in yellow.

The holy self-healing ability allowed their injuries to begin to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the world of mystery, it is really good to have this extraordinary ability of the healing system.

A bit similar to the priest of light in the path of the sun.

"Lord of the deep sea in the distant starry sky, please bring down the Holy Light to judge the blasphemer in front of you!"

A sound of calling actually attracted a series of white beams of light to fall down!

The area where Hastur is located has been locked by more than a dozen beams of light.

He just took a look, and opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of black mist, the color of the night, turning into a surging black tide, swallowing the dazzling beam of light in an instant.

"Adjudication? Who will judge whom?"

Hastur deliberately raised a giant with a black whip behind him.

The giant has more than a dozen arms, each holding a long black whip about tens of meters long.

He shouted loudly: "Sinners who blaspheme the gods, come and accept the whip of judgment!"

After the words fell, more than a dozen long black whips swung down like black tentacles!

Some monks in yellow clothes who had no time to dodge were directly blasted by the whip, some had their heads removed, and some were severed by the waist.

The bloody and strange trial brings unparalleled shock!

It wasn't until this time that they realized what the real strength gap was!
"Crazy blasphemers, double-hearted believers, organizations that have lost their faith, prepare to face God's judgment!"

On the contrary, Hastur regarded all the monks in yellow as blasphemers with a lofty attitude, and kept waving the long whip of judgment in his hand.

Knowing that this could not go on like this, Dikaf ignited a cloud of fire to blast Hastur, and shouted quickly: "The movement tonight has attracted powerful spirit creatures, and they will experience the mysterious young Extraordinary Treat him as a mortal enemy and drag him into the spirit world!"

There was a strange sound from the spirit world, and there was a paw as big as a mountain, covered with black fluff, tearing through the passage of reality, ready to descend.

"roll!"

Hastur scolded lightly, and quickly retracted the mountain-sized black fur claws, and the spirit world returned to tranquility.

(End of this chapter)