Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

After [-] years of meeting again, Rope was not arrogant and rude because he had already been crowned a demigod. He still bowed his head respectfully to the king in the tattered yellow clothes, and obeyed the etiquette.

The solidified air gradually resumes its flow.

Hastur took off his hood and took off the faceless white mask on his face, showing the familiar appearance of a blond girl.

She approached and looked up at the black-haired youth, stretched out her delicate jade hand like a work of art, lightly stroked the sides of Rope's cheeks, and uttered soft words in her mouth.

"My caller, my Rope... The most beautiful opera in Lake Harry can't match the light of your soul, make me fascinated, make me greedy, I have never felt that a thousand years is so long, when we meet again It cheered my dead heart."

"I will never forget your love, Your Majesty Hastur."

Rope smiled in response to Hastur's affection, took her hands from her face, and kissed the back of Hastur's hands.

The tentacles under the robe of the King of Yellow Clothes kept shortening, and the mimicry became the clean feet of the girl.

Hastur still cares about Rope's feelings so much, even if the other party has been crowned a demigod, he is also concerned about Rope's aesthetics.

"Did you have any trouble?"

Hastur asked cheerfully.

"No problem, Hastur has answered the call. No matter what kind of trouble, I will help you solve it, Rope..."

"Uh... it's not really any trouble."

Rope scratched his cheeks with a smirk.

"I just want to have a chat with your Majesty Hastur... I'm really sorry for letting you incarnate here for such a trivial matter."

"Ha, Your Majesty Hastur!"

A discordant voice entered the ears of the king in yellow.

Hastur shook unnaturally, and moved slowly with her worm-shaped pupils, looking at Abel who was kneeling on the ground behind her and weeping bitterly.

"Finally, finally see you!"

There is nothing more exciting than the presence of God in the presence of her followers.

Studying the knowledge of "King in Yellow", Abel has long been a complete Hastur believer.

But his joy only lasted for less than two seconds.

Under Hastur's displeased gaze, Abel's body gradually collapsed and deteriorated, eventually turning into a black silt that couldn't even maintain his human form.

This kind of terrifying and unknown power made Jiada, who was just about to congratulate, swallow her words and sit in her seat as a transparent person.

Even though she has become an occultist, she has truly experienced the horror of those indescribable evil gods in the starry sky at this moment.

It's like the pointless crushing of ants by human children.For this group of greats, the difference between the true ancestor and the ant is not much.

"Rope doesn't need to say such a thing." Hastur smiled again: "Your call is the top priority, whether it's a chat or let me dedicate my strength to you, it's all brought about by this matter. Additional products."

"You are too lenient..."

"Only you, Rope, can get my love and mercy."

Hastur turned his head, looked at his surroundings, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Compared to this well-decorated opera house, what I am most happy about is that you, Rope, have been able to spend so much thought on my coming. I am about Nyarlathotep, Cthugya, and Cthulhu. I heard, Rope, you'd better be more cautious, those guys' goals are not pure."

Hearing this, Rope raised his eyebrows.

The purpose of the evil god is not simple, of course he knows, sometimes it is not a good thing to be too simple.

Just like now, the greed and admiration in Hastur's eyes.

But it's enough to be clear in my heart, Rope couldn't be foolish and say it so bluntly.To solve Hastur's problem, be gentle.

"I understand very well."

Rope made a gesture of invitation and smiled.

"It would be too disrespectful to talk to you at such an altar. Please come with me. I will accompany you to the end of your journey in this world."

"Rope, you have grown up..."

Hastur held the black-haired youth's hand affectionately.

"Excessive etiquette means alienation. I don't like the way you talk now, Rope. Be more at ease. You who met me in that world and you who used me as a prop are more in line with my heart."

"...Aren't you digging my black history?"

"Ah."

The blonde girl chuckled.

"You don't need to accompany you all the way, you have your own things and interests, and I will find my own fun that doesn't affect you."

Although it was not the first time to face Hastur, Rope stayed by the side of this evil god, with a sense of ease that other evil gods could not match.

The King in Yellow will consider him wholeheartedly.

If not to mention the somewhat terrifying final purpose, Hastur was the one that Rope would like to get close to the most.

"Let me introduce you." Rope pointed to Garda in the audience.

"This is Jia Da, who is my "apprentice" on the path of mystic.Also please don't be stingy with kindness and give her a little bit. "