Alien Executioner

"Manager Dart, someone wants to meet you." The person who came was a waiter in red, and he looked a little nervous.

"Now? I don't know what time it is now? The show is about to start. Let's talk about it later if there is anything!"

Dart glared at the waiter with some annoyance. He hated being disturbed and didn't think anything was more important than the theater performance right now.

This is the place where the upper-class nobles and aliens from nearby gather once a year, and there has never been any problem!

"This..." The waiter hesitated, "The guest asked to see you by name."

"Then let him wait."

"I think you should consider it." The waiter in red surprisingly suggested again and again, holding the door handle with his left hand and feeling uneasy about where to put his right hand.

"What did you say? I should consider it? Oh my God, are you confused? There are less than ten minutes left before the show starts, and you want me to meet an insignificant guest?"

Dart finally lost control of his emotions and raised his voice to let the waiter know what was really important.

The red-dressed waiter looked embarrassed:

"grown ups……"

"You haven't left yet?" Dart stood up.

"It is indeed a very important matter. That guest is not ordinary. The bodyguards around him..."

"Who among us is not extraordinary? Identity is irrelevant here. Who doesn't have bodyguards around them? Did they scare you?"

"Sir, wait a minute, please stop talking." The waiter in red finally couldn't bear it anymore and quickly stopped him.

He finished speaking:

"That guest was surrounded by many bodyguards. I think... they were bodyguards. You are right. I was indeed frightened by them because those bodyguards were all SS-level super aliens!"

Dart was stunned. He didn't understand what the waiter said so quickly. It took him a while to understand.

"You mean... SS-level? A group of SS-level? More than one?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." The waiter suddenly realized something and turned to look outside the door.

"Damn it, I don't remember inviting such a group of super monsters." Dart scratched his waxed hair.

"Are you seeing things?"

"That would be great. I think you should see it for yourself."

Hearing this, he was a little flustered for a moment, and straightened his suit at a loss. As the general manager of the theater, Dart was mysterious in front of the group of aliens, giving the illusion of being unfathomable, but in fact his level was only around S-level.

The entire Matthew family has never produced a monster beyond S-level.

In order to keep the situation under his control, starting from his father, most of the aliens invited were no more than S-level, and only a very small number of super aliens with whom he had established deep cooperation would be given appropriate invitations.

In fact, super aliens are invited to the performance every year just to establish cooperation and build closer relationships, but there will never be more than three people each time, and they are all family leaders from local or surrounding cities.

This year, he had invited only three super aliens, namely, Lin San and Lin Qisi, and he had already fully mastered their backgrounds.

Just when he wanted to confirm again and again, the waiter consciously made way and an old man walked in.

The old man, dressed very respectably in a neat suit, was leaning on a cane, with a sinister smile on his face:

"It's our first meeting, Mr. Dart. I apologize for our uninvited behavior, but I think we should meet properly. To be honest, did I scare you? Dart... Matthew?"

Looking at the somewhat familiar old man, Dart was stunned for a long time. He only reacted after his name was called twice.

He seemed calm and composed, but his heart was in turmoil. The old man in the black suit looked like an undertaker. He seemed to be around eighty years old, but he possessed visible vitality. His gloomy eyes seemed to hide a monster ready to strike at any time.

Who is this guy... and what faction is he the leader of? I have never seen him before, and he doesn't seem to be a local.

Through the crack in the door, you can see another group of people standing behind the old man, all wearing the same suits and silver masks on their faces.

Are they the masked alien forces... the murderous and arsonist cult, the Secret Society? Or are they the Bloody Dancers?

There are only a few organizations wearing silver masks. It would be great if we could learn more about their characteristics, so that we can shorten the scope of our judgment...

Dart thought quickly. He had to confirm the other party's purpose. If he was here to cause trouble, it would be difficult to deal with.

There are many upper-class aliens watching the "performance", but most of them are S-level aliens. They are either rising upstarts or those being cultivated by other forces. They are not easy to deal with and there may be no way to deal with them.

Even if you have the ability, it doesn't mean you are willing to do it.

The three invited super aliens only have interests with him, and I am afraid they are not willing to become enemies with these guys for his sake.

Dart thought a lot for a while, and when the old man spoke again, he said quickly:

"Oh no, I'm just glad to meet you. I also regret not meeting you earlier. What's your name?"

"Interesting." The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "My name is Wu Shijiu, of course, this is my old name."

A familiar name...seems to be related to the storm.

The largest alien force in the third district seemed to have had this name.

Dart didn't remember that he had caused a storm, and carefully took over the old man's words:

"Then I'd also be happy to meet you now."

"Deagus, this is my name now." The old man narrowed his eyes.

It's another familiar name, it seems to have appeared somewhere before.

Dat nodded, turned his head and signaled the waiter to step back, then looked down at his watch and said in a somewhat surprised tone:

"You've arrived at the perfect time. There are only three minutes left before the performance. We can definitely make it there in time. Do you want me to prepare the best box for you? It's the best place to see the show."

"Okay... cough cough." The old man's voice suddenly became hoarse, not like the tone of a human, like a wild beast revealing its true colors.

He coughed for more than ten seconds, adjusting to this body, and looked Dart in the eye again.

"I am very happy to make friends with you, just because you are from the Matthew family, for my sister's sake."

"Your sister?"

Dart asked doubtfully, and at the same time made a gesture of invitation, leading the old man into the theater through his own exclusive path.

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had dealt with these super aliens with mysterious identities perfectly.

But soon, when I turned around, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a group of people behind the old man.

He saw an exquisite silver mask.

The carved letters indicated the identity of the visitor.

……

In the general manager's office, the nervous waiter in red finally sighed.

When he left, he saw the black book on the table. He took a glance at it and suddenly became nervous and looked around anxiously.

I took a step closer and could see the small words at the bottom of the right page.

[Another great being is Deiagus, the original Sorrow who possesses the power of the ocean. This name has appeared four times on the remains of the deep ocean. Interestingly, in a hidden corner of the world, it seems to be confirmed that Xiu Yamei has an unusual connection with him, and they are suspected to be twins.]

[More than three hundred years ago, Tang Qiu, the first director of FACA, once claimed in his diary that he had entered the "corner of the world" and met a Shang who was sleeping there and whose name he knew, and woke him up.]

[In Tang Qiu's diary, she said that she had gained an incredible power and knew Shang's name, but the name recorded on the paper was so blurry and difficult to distinguish due to the long time.]

[After speculation, that Sorrow is most likely the ninth-ranked Original Sorrow, an existence with the same name as an Old One in the Cthulhu Mythos, the dark worm group, and the Lord of the Dead, Bagshas.]

[Unlike in mythology, as a dead being, he rarely interferes with human society, and is keen to help those who are in despair, resurrecting them with strange powers and giving them incredible powers.]

[In Tang Qiu's diary about this elusive great being, the last page contained some content that was enough to shock the world: when she met Bagsas for the second time, this original sorrow made a prophecy that a pair of twins with the power of the ocean would devour each other, and a more terrifying monster would descend.]

[Director Tang Qiu did not write down the time of the prophecy, presumably because she did not believe this absurd thing, but she did ask what kind of monster it was, and Bagshas's answer was quite interesting.]

[Original sentence from Tang Qiu’s diary:

The great and well-behaved monster said: Ksira, I think this is the last monster to be born. If no one solves this disaster and allows it to develop, it will become an even more terrifying monster.

I was really curious about this monster, so I asked: What is the more terrifying monster?

This time, the monster named Bagshas, ​​who should have been well-behaved, changed his tone and answered me mysteriously: Lord of R'lyeh.

Lord of R'lyeh? What is this? I have no idea what this is. I hope it is better looking and more attractive than the apple pie my grandma made. But when I heard this title, I felt a little dizzy...】

[This is a very interesting diary entry. Four hundred years ago, the Cthulhu mythology had not yet developed and its system was not perfect, so many people did not know the relevant mythology. That is why Director Tang Qiu was deeply curious about the Lord of R'lyeh. At that time, the great Cthulhu was not as well-known as it is now.]

[However, according to Director Tang Qiu's diary, Bagshas is a very easy person to deal with. She actually called him that guy...]

The content ends here. The black book without a signature or publication date records an unknown history.

The waiter in red broke out in a cold sweat. After he finished reading the whole thing, he shuddered and felt as if an invisible being was staring at him.

"Damn it..."

He quickly picked up the black book and walked out quickly.

Chapter 244 A Feast for Crows (Part )

The corridor was dead silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing and heartbeats.

Dart led everyone through the VIP channel, but his heart was filled with fear. For some reason, he could clearly feel countless pairs of eyes from wild beasts staring at him.

"There's no need to be so anxious. Oftentimes, the initial performance isn't that important. It's enough to just appreciate the most exciting part."

The voice of the old man next to me was extremely light. He looked very old, but when he spoke, it felt like he was already buried in a grave.

"For any performance, being able to fully appreciate it is not only a recognition of the performance, but also a respect for one's own accomplishments," Dart said sincerely, in a leisurely tone.

"Aren't you here just to perform?"

"Performance? Ha, you aliens will never be able to get rid of this terrible hobby." The old man's tone was emotionless.

"Deya... Lord Deyagus, what is the purpose of your coming here? If possible, I am willing to help you."

"No hurry." The old man deliberately slowed down his pace and never looked around the passage.

As the exclusive passage for the general manager, besides Dart, only the highest VIPs such as super aliens are qualified to enter and exit, so the design of the passage must not be too shabby. Dart, who was born in the fourth district, is naturally very obsessed with the rural art style, so he hung paintings on the walls on both sides.

These paintings are all authentic works of famous painters from a hundred years ago, and each one is priceless. Normally, these paintings are carefully cared for and cleaned by waiters all the time, just to be displayed on the day of the "performance".

In front of these paintings that have become antiques, the old man did not even frown.

The name of Deyagus made Dart's heart tremble inexplicably, and he had the illusion of traveling through time. The old man seemed to be quite well-educated, not like an ignorant person, and he should not have no reaction to the precious paintings.

Unless in his eyes, these paintings that could buy half of Green Algae City were not worth mentioning.

Gradually approaching the VIP exit, it was pitch black outside the door.

"Lord Dart, the show is about to begin." The waiter at the door bowed, his voice trembling slightly.

Dart was startled, his heart was in turmoil. He had never seen the waiter in red nervous. The waiter in red had probably been accompanying this theater for hundreds of years. He was no different from an immortal humanoid puppet!

As far as I can remember, they never had any emotions. Their expressions never changed, their smiles were stiff, and they were like machines with wheels all over their bodies.

But something strange happened when he saw the old man.

"I understand." Dart suppressed the shock in his heart and waved his hand to signal the waiter to leave.

The waiter in red did not immediately step back as requested, but took a step forward and bowed deeply to the old man.

An imperceptible blush flashed across "Master Jiu's" eyes. He nodded slightly and exchanged hands holding the crutch.

The waiter quickly left, and Dart then took the old man and the masked "letters" to the second floor.

Dart, who was walking in front, looked down at the red "theater" below. The curtains were as red as blood.

"This is the best place to enjoy the view, and no one will disturb us," Dart introduced with a smile.

"Did you design this?" the old man asked in a dull voice, and began to look around with turbid eyes.

"No, no, no, since my Matthew family inherited this building, we have not changed its layout."

Dart sat down on the sofa with the old man. There was a glass table in the middle. He clapped his hands and a waiter in red came over with drinks.

He immediately answered quickly and sincerely:

"From my grandfather, to my father and finally to me, the theatre has been run according to 'that' rule, except for some other places such as toilets, lounges, reception rooms and my office, the rest of the place has remained the same for 60 years."

"The style of the last century that is familiar to me is really like my sister's personality." The old man narrowed his eyes.

The old man's sister? This question made Dart hesitate for a while, but the show had already begun.

As soon as the words fell, a beam of light broke through the darkness, illuminating the center of the stage and shining on the faces of the VIPs in the front row of the audience.

They waited in a teasing manner, with an air of superiority, and each of them was shaking a glass of "wine" made from blood in his hand.

Under the light, a man in a white suit and half a black mask first appeared in sight.

The auctioneer had a strangely distorted smile on half of his face, but he looked as stiff as bacon that had been smoked for years. He moved his body, holding a metal object similar to a "clapper" in his left hand, and a sharp dagger in his right hand.