Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 271 The Thief of Fate Died by Fate

The spiritual world is quiet, and the real world is also quiet.

Tonight when the crimson moon is dim and the stars are shining brightly, the young man standing on the lake is as invincible as a god.

He only needs to open his mouth gently, and he can let the powerful spirit world creature leave.

This kind of majesty does not seem to be much different from the legendary gods.

The monks in yellow who were still following Dikaf were not as firm as they were at the beginning, and their faith was shaking.

Even Dikalf himself was stunned for a moment, but he knew that he couldn't continue like this, otherwise fewer and fewer people would choose to follow him.

"Under the protection of fate, Dikaf tonight is the embodiment of luck. His mythical creature form is very stable, and he will be invincible tonight."

Dikaf added a blessing of fate to himself, and began to reveal his mythical creature form.

The first thing to change is his eyes. The arc-shaped lines that symbolize fate covered his pupils, and then spread along the eyes to the eye sockets, forehead, and cheeks.

The flesh and blood of his arms began to swell, and a pair of arms grew out from his waist and under his armpits. Each arm was engraved with dense black lines, like a legendary story from beyond the starry sky, turned into a piggy bank of characters. .

Behind his buttocks grew a red tail about two meters long, bright red like fire, and then blazing.

His body also began to grow in bursts of flesh and blood, and the clothes on his body were directly exploded, turning into ragged rags and hanging on his shoulders and waist.

It's not exactly a mythical creature form.

Hastur could see through Dikalf's falsehood at a glance. You are a cunning person, and you just want to blackmail yourself at a critical moment.

His eyes were deep, and he said calmly: "Tonight's Dikalf is an outcast of fate. His mythical creature form is always full of various deficiencies. Two different consciousnesses were born in his mind. They are arguing. Fighting fiercely, they completely drove Dekalf into eternal madness."

In terms of fate, Hastur really wanted to see who was the darling of fate, himself or Dikaf in front of him.

When Hastur uttered the first sentence, Dikalf realized something was wrong.

His mythical creature form unexpectedly became chaotic and out of balance, unable to maintain stability.

Not only that, a new consciousness seemed to be born in his mind, and the new consciousness grew rapidly, from being inconspicuous at the beginning, to gradually being able to rival him.

This further exacerbated the disintegration of his mythical creature form.

Eventually, his left and right arms threw fists at each other.

With his belly button as the center point, a bloody gap opened, and it continued to split to both sides, as if to completely tear his body in half!
Dikaf no longer has the mind to deal with Hastur, he is suffering from the backlash of fate, and his misfortune index is constantly increasing.

He has become an outcast of fate.

At this moment, Dikaf heard low and hoarse whispers again, full of profanity!

Unpreparable power spread across his unbalanced body. Starting from his feet, the flesh and blood fell down piece by piece without breaking. The blood that flowed out was black because it had been polluted.

From the feet to the knees, to the waist and abdomen, and then to the neck, all the flesh and blood fell away, and finally only one head remained.

"Fate rewinds!"

Dikaf was not dead yet, he opened his mouth and let out a deep drink, his body that had been eroded and polluted by obscenities gradually completed, and even the instability of the mythical creature form was suppressed and eliminated.

Hastur did not interrupt his recovery, and he was passing through Dikalf to observe the extraordinary path left by the King in Yellow.

The so-called backtracking of fate is more like a next-level substitute for the restart of Will's fate.

Although it can avoid fatal injuries, it is more used for self-protection, not as magical as Will.

"confusion!"

"Out of balance!"

"die!"

Hastur seemed to be judged by the gods again, and Dikaf's newly recovered body split open again, and his mythical creature form was completely out of balance and shattered.

Dikaf went back to his fate again, allowing himself to return to the part of fate that had not suffered any harm.

"Return to fate!"

At that moment Deckaff heard a whisper that made his hair stand on end.

Destiny continued to rotate beyond his control, from the fate of not being harmed back to the fate of dying.

how can that be!

Only a solitary head was left in Dikaff, and a pair of eyes full of fear were looking at the young man opposite him in shock.

From the beginning just now, this mysterious young man has displayed several unrelated extraordinary abilities one after another.

He has the extraordinary ability from the path of judgment, the devouring of darkness from the path of night, and the foul language from the path of the mystic, and now he is showing his ability to control the path of destiny.

Dikaf has seen the shepherds of the Mystic Praying Man. Although they can also display extraordinary abilities in many different ways, they are far less terrifying.

Is he really the incarnation of the gods descending into the world?
Are you the real blasphemer?
Dikaf laughed at himself. He had been waiting for the gods to give him enlightenment, but the gods had never given him even a single look.

How could it be possible to come into the world just for oneself?
With only one head left, Dikaf put away his other thoughts, just calmly stared at the young man in front of him, and said slowly: "The entanglement of fate will not end with this."

His last words died with the flames.

died?

Is it so easy?

Hastur felt a little strange. He had been controlling the strength of his strikes, trying not to kill Dikaf directly. After all, he still wanted to learn about the King in Yellow through Dikaf.

But right now, a Sequence 3 died so easily in his hands, and it was still a Beyonder involved in the path of fate.

Unless it is Dikalf himself who does not want to live, otherwise he will never die easily.

Is he a suicidal man?
Obviously not... Well, someone is trying to change my fate.

Hastur closed his eyes slightly, and found that abnormal fate from the chaotic and disordered fate.

Dikaf is not dead, he is silently hiding in his destiny!
If he didn't have a strong perception of fate, it would be impossible to find that Dikaf could integrate into a part of his fate.

He seems to be assimilating his destiny?

No, it should be said to be stealing one's own destiny!
Oh, thief of fate.

"That's what you're going to kill yourself."

Hastur silently replaced the fate line that Dikaf was stealing with the night when the original owner held the resurrection ceremony before he crossed over.

Hastur didn't have much impression of that night, so he wanted to use Dikaf's ability to steal fate to help him see.

Well, he himself didn't want to take the risk. His spiritual intuition reminded him that it was very dangerous.

Let's take this opportunity to let Dikafu become the deminer.

Under Hastur's laissez-faire, Dikaf quickly stole that part of the fate line.

But soon, Dikalf made a terrified sound, desperately trying to get out of that fate as quickly as possible.

But the entanglement of fate, how can you come and go when you want?
Soon, Dikaf completely fell in extreme panic and despair.

He died on the fate line of Hastur.

From Dikaf's last death appearance, Hastur could sense the aura of the real Creator.

That night, the original owner really sought protection from the real creator, and he did succeed.

In the entangled fate, there is still a breath that does not belong to the real creator.

Is it a confrontation between the real creator and the king in yellow?

It's a pity that in the end, he who was sheltered by the Hall of Stars picked up a leak.

Hastur roughly restored what happened that night in his mind.

After the fate there returned to calm again and continued to flow forward, Hastur opened his eyes.

Dikaf, who has been advocating to make himself into a container for the arrival of the king in yellow, has died.

In the organization of the monks in yellow, only Mrs. Lisa, a devout believer who claims to be a follower, remains.

After solving her, the monks in yellow would no longer be able to pose any threat to themselves.

The mountain that was pressing on his head in the past was finally moved away.

When Hastur glanced over, Mrs. Lisa, who had been watching the battle in a neutral manner, lowered her head, bowed to salute, and chose to offer her loyalty.

"Your loyalty is worth nothing."

Hastur scoffed at this kind of loyalty, and chose to bow his head only after the situation became clear. This kind of loyalty is not sincere at all.

People like Caius who choose to bet early are more likely to gain his trust, which is a reward for discerning investors.

Mrs. Lisa lowered her head even lower, trembling slightly, and said, "I shouldn't doubt your identity, I shouldn't hesitate, but I swear with the rest of my life that I will always follow your footsteps until The end of life."

"The oath is really a good thing. In order to win trust, it is often too cheap to open your mouth, making the supposedly sacred words full of filth."

Mrs. Lisa plopped on the ground, knelt down and saluted, and said in a sad and choked voice: "The believer is guilty, and he is willing to accept any judgment. I only hope that you will allow me to continue to follow."

"Piety is the best way to please God."

Hastur left with one last word.

"Pious..."

Madam Lisa slowly raised her tear-stained face and looked at the black star in the starry sky.

Only now did she really understand that sentence: "The sun of Gemini sinks into the lake, and a long shadow falls..."

(End of this chapter)