Mystery: The Stars Returner

Tonight, welcome the coming of God!

This sentence has some kind of magical power, which made many monks in yellow voluntarily follow behind Cardiff and form a long queue.

"Follow me, and I will lead you to welcome the coming of God!"

Cardiff raised his head and shouted again, and the monks in yellow clothes from a distance also gathered and consciously followed the team.

The Yellow Monks organization has a total of over a hundred members, and currently more than 60% of the members are following Cardiff.

Cardiff looked down at Lady Lisa in an almost condescending manner. He did not need to say anything to show off, as the followers behind him had already spoken out his thoughts for him.

"You are old. It's time to leave the front position. Now is your own time."

Cardiff vaguely remembers that he was also a follower standing behind Mrs. Lisa back then. Now, he has become a flag to be followed by others.

He had been waiting for this day for a long, long time.

He always wanted to be the first believer to stand before God!

Regarding the scene in front of her, Mrs. Lisa did not stop her but remained silent.

People will change. If she lived to her age, she would have seen through it all. But when this day really came, she found that she was not as calm and calm as she expected.

After all, this is an organization she built from scratch.

She was the first to hold the torch high, attracting followers one after another.

Can such farce attract the attention of God?

Mrs. Lisa looked up at the black star in the sky. It was like an eye, calmly overlooking what was happening here.

If possible, let this farce get worse.

Lady Lisa stepped aside and allowed Decaf to lead the procession past her.

This is a kind of tacit consent and a kind of connivance.

After all, the fateful man from Backlund still couldn't escape the web woven by countless fates.

When Dickraf straightened his back and passed Mrs. Lisa, walked out of the manor, and was about to tear apart the passage to the spiritual world, arrive at the castle at lightning speed, and capture the perfect container, the lake in front of him was as bright as stars. Song.

Under the starry sky, in the eyes of all the monks in yellow, deep in the lake, the water was divided into two parts by an invisible force, and a figure appeared in the praise of the stars.

He was wearing a ragged yellow robe, with bare feet, just standing in the air.

The separated lake water on both sides reunited and flowed calmly under his feet.

The devout believers who were holding a ceremony by the lake were the first to kneel down to offer their loyalty.

The domino effect began to form. When the figure's gaze swept across, the monks in yellow who were still standing fell to their knees one after another.

Soon, only Mrs. Lisa and Dickafe were left standing.

A devout believer is really not devout at all.

There was a trace of sarcasm on Hastur's lips.

He came to this manor very early and happened to hear the argument between Mrs. Lisa and Dickafe, so he was not in a hurry to show up. He wanted to see how much piety still existed in the organization of the Yellow Monks. believers.

Unfortunately, these believers don't seem to be religious at all.

So he deliberately chose this way of appearance, just to see how his so-called followers would face his presence.

Decaf was stunned in place for a long time. The mysterious figure who appeared out of thin air on the lake in front of him was very close to the image of God that Mrs. Lisa had originally described.

The difference is: the gods mentioned by Mrs. Lisa do not have a specific physical body. Wrapped in the ragged yellow robe, is a chaotic and formless indescribable being, which is closer to the concept of nothingness than the handsome black man in front of him. Send young people.

"You blasphemer, how dare you blaspheme the gods!"

DeCaf directly characterized the young man in front of him with an unusual appearance as a fake.

He brought extraordinary power to his words, which resounded deafeningly in the minds of every monk in yellow.

Soon, the monk in yellow who was kneeling in worship raised his head, then stood up straight with fear, his eyes regained his determination and followed Dirkaf.

Hastur did not speak, and just watched calmly.

Hastur didn't hate this title. He really didn't like the King in Yellow, the ancient outer god who had too many entanglements with him.

It's blasphemous. He really wants to dethrone the King in Yellow. Well, starting with the organization of the Monks in Yellow.

Mrs. Lisa on the side, her eyes full of traces of time, stared closely at the figure above the lake.

That figure was quite different from the image of a god in her impression. He was more like a human being than a god.

But tonight, not long ago, the predicted black star appeared in the sky.

Black Star appears, and such a young man dressed as the King in Yellow appears. Isn't it too much of a coincidence?

Is tonight the fateful day?

She wasn't sure, so she didn't choose to stand up.

"Sacrilegious, is that right?"

Hastur pulled out the yellow robe with his right hand, held it in his hand, looked around at the yellow monks present, and then a ball of flame began to burn from the bottom of the yellow robe, and the raging flames engulfed the symbol of the king in yellow.

Blasphemy, naked blasphemy!

The monks in yellow who were still hesitant at first became more determined in their choice. Those who appear here tonight are blasphemers, not gods!

Only Mrs. Lisa was trembling, and she began to believe in her heart that the young man in front of her was the incarnation of God!

Because God likes to play with people's hearts and is the planner of destiny, often doing things that are beyond common sense.

Never try to understand God from a human perspective!

"The blasphemer must die!"

With a loud shout, a wave soon formed to devour the madmen who dared to blaspheme God.

Decaf's eyes were full of sarcasm. The god he believed in was still sleeping deep in the starry sky, waiting to be awakened by him.

This method of pretending to be descended from the gods should be the work of Caius and his group, in order to legitimately protect the fateful person.

For a person who was supposed to die, it was his greatest luck to be able to live for a few more days.

Now destiny is claiming the rewards it once paid.

"Those who blaspheme will surely die under the fire of heaven!"

Dickaf stood up and shouted loudly, followed by three followers.

They looked up at the stars at the same time, seeming to be chanting and summoning something.

Suddenly, in the calm night sky, balls of flowing fire fell from the sky, as if there was a meteor shower.

Hastur had witnessed this scene before, and on the night when Ince Zangwill was targeted, this unusual stream of fire also appeared in the sky.

Now the mystery has been solved. The people who targeted Ince Zangwill that night were these monks in yellow.

Hastur just stood quietly on the lake, without even raising his hand.

When the fire fell like rain, their attack direction turned out to be Dirkav and others!

His eyes had already seen through the weaknesses of the rules, and by exchanging concepts between himself and theirs, he changed the target of the incoming sky fire.

The monks in yellow, who were expecting the sacred scene of heavenly fire burning the blasphemer, hurriedly fled the place.

As the main combat force, Dirkaf had a particularly solemn look on his face. He just stood there, letting the flowing fire continue to explode around him, but there was no ball of flowing fire hitting his direction.

This is a kind of luck and a magical and extraordinary ability.

There were many streams of fire hitting the manor, which had nowhere to escape. Mrs. Lisa stood up and swept the fire that hit the manor to other places.

Other than that, she didn't interfere too much.

Of course, there were also some unlucky ones who happened to be hit by the flowing fire, or were unfortunately affected, and the wailing began to sound continuously.

"God's blessing."

Decaf whispered, and milky white light rose up all over his body, turning into white chains that shuttled through the bodies of every injured monk in yellow.

The holy self-healing ability allowed their injuries to begin to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a mysterious world, it's great to have this extraordinary healing ability.

Somewhat similar to the Priests of Light of the Sun Path.

"O Lord of the Deep Sea in the distant starry sky, please send down the Holy Light to judge the blasphemers in front of you!"

The calls actually caused white beams of light to hit!

The area where Hastur is located has been locked by more than a dozen light beams.

He just glanced at it, opened his mouth and spit out a black mist, the color of which was like the night, turned into a surging black tide, and swallowed up the dazzling light pillar in an instant.

"Judgment? Who is judging whom?"

Hastur deliberately raised a giant holding a black whip behind him.

The giant has more than a dozen arms, each of which holds a black whip about tens of meters long.

He shouted: "You blasphemous sinners, come and receive the whip of judgment!"

After the words fell, more than a dozen black whips were swung down from the air like black tentacles!

Some monks in yellow clothes who had no time to dodge were whipped to pieces, some had their heads whipped off, and some had their waists cut off.

The bloody and bizarre trial brings unparalleled shock!

It wasn't until this moment that they realized what the real strength gap was!

“You blasphemous fanatics, you double-minded believers, you organizations that have lost your faith, prepare to face God’s judgment!”

Instead, with a superior attitude, Hastur regarded all the monks in yellow as blasphemers and kept waving the whip of judgment in his hand.

Decaf knew that he could not continue like this. While he triggered a stream of fire to hit Hastur, he shouted quickly: "Tonight's movement has attracted powerful spiritual creatures, and they will experience the mysterious young Extraordinary." Treat him as a mortal enemy and drag him into the spirit world!”

A strange sound came from the spiritual world, and a claw as big as a mountain and covered with black fur tore through the channel of reality, preparing to descend.

"roll!"

Hastur scolded lightly, and quickly retracted his black fur claws as big as mountains, and the spiritual world returned to peace.