Mystery: The Stars Returner

Judging from the reaction of Caius and others just now, they respect themselves very much, although this respect does not necessarily come directly from themselves, it may be some symbolic meaning of their own existence.

He had thought about his relationship with the King in Yellow a long time ago, and there were two types of it.

The first one is that he is a special existence arranged by the King in Yellow. He wants to be resurrected from himself, similar to Tianzun and Klein.

The second possibility is that I am just a small pawn in the script written by the King in Yellow, who is observing me above the starry sky.

But these may undergo some unknown changes in front of the Palace of Stars.

The power of the stars suppressed the arrangement left by the King in Yellow on him, so he still maintained a clear mind, instead of becoming someone else's substitute and falling into a box directly.

Hastur has thought about these speculations many times, but has never been able to confirm them.

It's also a bit too far for the current situation.

Hastur just thought for a while and then began to think of a more realistic solution.

A direct fight would definitely not work. He and Sharon could barely deal with a Sequence 4 demigod, but the housekeeper and Mrs. Lisa just now made it difficult to tell the difference.

But their status is definitely higher than that of Caius. According to the principle of respecting basic strength in the extraordinary world, those two people are at least Sequence 4.

In addition to Caius and other five people, there is a bit of a disparity in combat power.

The second method is to attract foreign aid to break the situation, such as Will, such as the descendant of the evil god.

He has not entered the Hall of Stars during this period of time, and does not know how things are going with Mr. A.

The third method is to let nature take its course. Since you can't escape in a short time, then join them. Maybe you can become a pope with your own special characteristics.

Judging from the current situation, the third method is the most suitable.

"Isn't this their purpose?"

"Let yourself open the golden box just to confirm your own specialness?"

"Usurping the faith left by the King in Yellow is also a good counterattack."

Hastur slowly considered the feasibility in his mind, and Azshara lay quietly under Hastur's armpit.

When the sun completely set, there was a knock on the door. Hastur sat up straight on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, and put on an elegant smile on his face.

He stood up and came to the mirror on the table, seeming to say to himself: "Relax, this is not a big deal. Maybe they don't have any ill intentions towards me."

"Meow."

Azshara jumped over and wanted Hastur to take it with her, but it was still left in the room.

The door opened, and Hastur followed Caius outside the door downstairs, preparing to enjoy dinner.

In the restaurant on the first floor, the dining table is an elongated oval with a total of eleven seats.

Hastur naturally sat at the top position, with knives, forks, spoons and other items already placed in front of him.

Then the maids took turns serving the food.

These people are ordinary people, and the maid I saw today is not among them.

No one showed up except Caius.

"It seems they are not in a hurry."

Hasta enjoyed his dinner in silence. Although the food here was far from as exquisite and delicious as Backlund's, the taste was pretty good, above the passing line.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Hastur gave an evaluation, and Caius, who was standing by, smiled and said, "Your recognition is our greatest honor."

After dinner, Caius asked the maids to pack their things and leave.

He knew that the young noble in front of him had something to ask him.

Hasta put his right hand casually on the table, tapped his index finger on the table and said, "Can I still trust you?"

Whether it was an illusion or not, Caius felt that Hastur, who was sitting at the top of the table at this moment, was like a god, with an invisible pressure emanating from him.

It makes people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.

Caius calmed down and spoke respectfully: "Our lies never meant to hurt you."

Hastur did not comment on this sentence and said calmly: "Do you have a pope?"

“The seat of the Pope has always been vacant and it is waiting for the right person to step up to the steps and welcome the adoration of all the faithful.”

"If I join you, can I become your Pope?"

"We have always followed the shadow of the gods, and only those who can listen to the oracle can become the pope."

"Have the gods you believe in ever issued an oracle?"

"No."

"Then how are you sure of His existence?"

Caius was silent for a while, but still said calmly: "After we set foot on this extraordinary path, He has been leading us forward."

"What do you call Him?"

It was a disrespectful question, but Hastur wanted to know the answer.

Caius lowered his head, his body trembled slightly, his eyes revealed fanatical admiration, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "The Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky, the indescribable being of chaos and formlessness, He is the planner of destiny, He The script he writes will definitely be performed, He is the King in Yellow in the game world, and the figure He leaves behind is the direction we will always follow!"

The Lord of the Sea of ​​Stars in the distant starry sky, the nameless being of the chaos and formlessness, the planner of destiny.

Hastur recited these three words of honor several times in his mind, trying to find out what was special about the King in Yellow.

But there is not much gain. The Lord of the Star Sea and the Nameless One, these two honorifics, Hastur, have long been known to each other.

What concerned him more was the honorific title of Destiny Planner.

Will once said that the yellow monks knew how to deal with 008.

Judging from this sentence, the authority of the King in Yellow involves two channels: fate and the audience.

Well, to be precise, it’s a combination of two extraordinary paths.

Hastur glanced at Caius, who was excited and excited, and did not ask him any other questions.

A fervent believer who couldn't provide him with the right answer.

……

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Hastur was already lying on the big bed. No one would disturb him. His power here was indeed equivalent to that of a lord, and he could do whatever he wanted.

If it weren't for the golden box still lying in the center of the hall on the first floor, it would always remind him that this place is closely connected with the monks in yellow.

He did not feel anything was wrong. Caius and others did not deliberately avoid him when doing things or talking to him, and they always maintained respect for him.

After he set a few rules in the room to avoid prying eyes, he fell asleep and headed to the Palace of Stars.

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur's eyes scanned the stars, but still did not find the star where the King in Yellow was.

He had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and look at the star of the true Creator, and find Mr. A’s light spot.

Mr. A in the light spot screen has moved to a new place and is currently kneeling in front of the statue, praying constantly.

Hastur directly used divine enlightenment, and then entered his dream to understand all Mr. A’s experiences during this period.

After seeing that Mr. A had successfully completed the task, he thought for a while and decided to give Mr. A a good performance evaluation as an encouragement for his hard work.

When Mr. A once again came to the familiar sea, with the Holy Mountain opposite him in his dream, he knew that the Lord’s eyes were watching him again.

His body lay prostrate on the sea, welcoming the Lord's gaze.

"You are very good."

The oracle penetrated his ears like a magic sound, setting off a huge wave in his mind.

The dream was broken, Mr. A was still lying on the ground, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and his whole body was shaking.

not bad.

You are very good.

This is approval from the Lord!

Mr. A's excitement was beyond words. He could feel that his heart was beating violently and was about to fly out of his heart.

He used all his strength to control the expression on his face that wanted to twitch and squirm. Finally, he suppressed the smile that wanted to laugh, leaving only a smile hanging on the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

He had never heard of any other believer ever being commended by the Lord.

I’m afraid it’s hard for even Lord Ouroleus to get praise from the Lord, right?

In the basement that had been completely sealed by huge rocks, the dark world suddenly became brighter, and it was a starry sky suspended on the top of the coffin.

The starry sky is bright and dazzling, dispelling the darkness and lightlessness of the world.

Four starlight chains that looked like tentacles protruded from the depths of the starry sky and were tightly wrapped around the four corners of the coffin that carried the power of the evil god's children.

With the baptism of the power of the stars, the aura of the stars here gradually becomes stronger, constantly excluding and purifying other powers.

The originally dark black coffin gradually faded from black and turned translucent.

When the starlight above them dissipated and left, everything returned to calm.

……

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur held his forehead with one hand, his spiritual power was nearly exhausted, and he was feeling severe pain.

"It will take two more nights before I can completely transform the descendant of the evil god into a believer in the stars. However, the consciousness it was originally intended to be born into seems to have been cleared away during the purification process just now."

Hastur carefully recalled all the details of what had just happened. He took advantage of Mr. A to reach the basement and performed the baptism with the help of the power of the Hall of Stars.

Purify the consciousness that may belong to the true Creator in that body, leaving only pure energy in that body.

In the process, because the consciousness that was born was more biased towards the true Creator, it was obliterated by the baptism of the stars.

"This is not bad, leaving only an empty shell without any consciousness. Just like the container for the arrival of the goddess of the night, that body is the container for the arrival of the stars."

Hastur thought for a while and felt that it was indeed feasible, so he left the Hall of Stars and lay on the bed and fell asleep.