They all call me an Outer God.

What no one knows is that this king is quite bloodthirsty and will show a pleasing expression of joy when killing.

The stone statue was also carried by the king from the beginning. Although no one knew what it was, the king seemed to care about it.

"I only remember that it is an indispensable thing for me to restore my memory, and you are the factor that traces the origin of my memory."

The monarch waited patiently for the judgment of Yomos's paintings to be completed, then turned to look at Riya, then shifted his gaze to the stone sculpture on the ground, stretched out his hand, and the stone sculpture automatically flew back to his hand.

Following the movements of the monarch's fingers, the canvases automatically fell off the drawing board and lined up in a long row in mid-air.

When everyone looked at the painting, they all fell into a daze.

Because they couldn't understand what Riya drew.

From those canvases, one can vaguely glimpse wriggling tentacles, tattered folds of clothes and raging waves. There is even a depressing look that resembles a torn sky, with billowing clouds and thunder and lightning flashing in them.

Each portrait is so abstract and weird, and the content expressed is unclear. This is different from Haddock's previous style, or rather, worse than then.

The monarch was used as the model but the painting was created like this. For a moment, the people watching nearby felt a chill in their hearts. They had already thought about which cemetery they would be buried in after death.

But Yomos was very happy about his misfortune.

The king remained calm and faced Riya, and Riya could feel that he was waiting for her to speak.

Riya took a step forward and put one hand on her chest: "Your Majesty, you might as well put these paintings together and take a look."

"Put it all together, what kind of jigsaw puzzle do you think you are playing?" Yomos sneered, feeling that Hadek's brain was really flooded with seawater. No matter what, he would definitely win.

However, the king did not think so. He waved his arms as if conducting a performance, and the canvases were automatically sorted under the extraordinary effect. Soon, the fourteen canvases formed an extraordinary picture.

On the turbulent sea, the sky was torn by thunder and lightning, and two huge creatures were fighting among the waves with their tentacles intertwined.

Their size is extraordinary, and even the islands and sailboats beside them seem small. One of the giants is dressed in yellow, and it looks particularly majestic due to its large size near and far.

As for the other end, it was the stone sculpture that appeared at Ria's feet when he was painting!
The fifteenth canvas was separated to one side. The upper part was filled with floating corpses soaked in seawater. These corpses had cold weapons inserted into them. There were tentacles squirming in the wounds. The eyes were completely turned into two black holes. The eyeballs had disappeared. The fish Eye sockets filled.

It seemed like he was engaged in a fierce fight, or died suddenly after witnessing something terrible.

"Your Majesty, this is the work I want to show you. You need to accept the reality. None of the previous works can show your true appearance." Ria suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the yellow-robed creature on the painting, "This is the real you."

Yomos wanted to shut up Riya, but he suddenly felt something bad. He turned to look at the king, only to find that he lowered his head and tried to hold his head with trembling hands.

Finally, the king let out a deep laugh.

"Wonderful, Haddock, you never let me down!"

Yomos was puzzled: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about..."

The king gradually let go of his arms: "Many of you know that I have very little memory of the past. Ordinary artists will only follow the rules and even beautify me when painting, just because they are afraid of me."

"But Haddock's high level of inspiration means he can easily discover something unusual and, perhaps, see the past and the future."

"I used stone carvings to influence him step by step, further deepening his inspiration, hoping to restore his memory. It seems that I made the right bet."

The king looked at Riya with relief: "Your inspiration is higher than him, and you truly see the posture we should have."

This sentence was not said to Hardek, but to Riya.

He knew that the person standing in front of him now was not Hardek, maybe he knew it from the beginning. "Thanks to you, I have recovered part of my memory and remembered my original name. Now I am just a clone, but I still need to resolve the grudges that I accumulated from a long time ago."

"I also know why there is a passage connecting Aldebaran to the sea of ​​the earth. Everything is fate."

His words suddenly became complicated again, and then, the king took off his mask, revealing his face.

"My name is Hastur, and I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that we would meet again in this form."

Riya was stunned: "We know each other?"

Then he thought about Godhead again. Maybe the King in Yellow and Godhead were old acquaintances, but now that the current trouble was solved, Riya must find Qisha and Shamir immediately.

So next, the young man made his request to the king, and Hastur agreed generously and sent Yomos to find the two of them. The expression on Yomos's face before he left was still unforgettable to Liya.

Anyway, that's not a happy expression.

After seeing Yomos leave, Riya staggered two steps and felt extremely tired. It was probably a side effect of the stone sculpture. He felt dizzy when looking at anything now.

Hastur invited Riya into the palace to rest and arranged a dinner.

At the dinner, Hastur and Riya were the first to take their seats, and they both focused their attention on the stone carvings on the table.

"The stars have returned, the disaster star has awakened, and the Day of Judgment has come." This was the first thing Hastur said to Riya after sitting down.

"You should know what the awakening of the glorious rising sun means."

Ria pondered for a moment: "For the creatures on earth, it means that the sea water will pour in, and the ancient gods and the old rulers will also wake up from their sleep."

"Then why does the sea pour back——"

At this moment, Hastur stared into the eyes of the stone sculpture.

"Because He is waking up."

"Him?"

"The old days that sleep in the deep sea city of R'lyeh will sooner or later roll everything into the deep sea and return everything to their own hotbed."

Riya remembered the scene she had dreamed about on the ship before: "You mean, the passage that used to sleep here leads to the other end of the passage, the Bathus Sea?"

"Yes."

Hastur did not deny it, his eyes were complicated: "And my memory is reminding me that it is my blood relatives who are sleeping in the sea. Maybe this is not a coincidence. Somehow, I am destined to find him."

"What happens after you find it?" Ria asked. He wanted to know what the King in Yellow would do after he found the one who was sleeping in R'lyeh. At the same time, he also thought about himself under the influence of the stone sculpture. The horrific scene that was drawn.

Hastur closed his eyes.

"He will wake up, and I am destined to stop him. This bloodline is destined not to coexist peacefully."

"War is inevitable and will inevitably come."

(End of this chapter)