Mystery: The Stars Returner

The spiritual world is quiet, and so is the real world.

Tonight, when the crimson moon dims and the stars shine brightly, the young man standing on the lake is as invincible as a god.

He only needs to speak softly to make powerful spiritual creatures leave.

This kind of majesty does not seem to be much different from the legendary gods.

The yellow-clothed monks who were originally following Dirkaf were not as firm as they were at the beginning, and their beliefs were wavering.

Even Dickraf himself was stunned for a moment, but he knew that he could not continue like this, otherwise fewer and fewer people would choose to follow him.

"Under the protection of fate, tonight's Dekafu is the embodiment of luck. His mythical creature form is very stable. He will be invincible tonight."

Decaf gave himself a blessing of destiny and began to reveal his mythical creature form.

The first thing to change was his eyes. Arc-shaped lines symbolizing fate filled his pupils, and then spread along his eyes to his eye sockets, forehead, and cheeks.

The flesh and blood of his arms began to swell, and a pair of arms grew from his waist and armpits. Each arm was engraved with dense black lines, like a legendary story from beyond the stars, transformed into characters. .

A red tail about two meters long grew out from behind his buttocks, as bright as fire, and then burned.

His body also began to grow in size as his flesh and blood swelled. The clothes on his body were directly burst and turned into ragged rags hanging around his shoulders and waist.

This isn't exactly a mythical creature form.

Hastur could see through Decaf's lies at a glance. He was a cunning man who just wanted to trick him at the critical moment.

His eyes were deep and he spoke calmly: "Tonight's Dickav is the abandoned child of fate. His mythical creature form is always full of shortcomings. Two different consciousnesses were born in his mind. They are quarreling. Fighting fiercely, they completely plunged Decaf into eternal madness."

In terms of fate, Hastur really wants to see who is the darling of fate, between himself and the Decaf in front of him.

When Hastur said the first words, Dirkaf realized something was wrong.

His mythical creature form became chaotic and unbalanced for no reason, unable to maintain stability.

Not only that, a new consciousness seemed to be born in his mind. The new consciousness grew rapidly. From being inconspicuous at the beginning, it gradually became able to compete with him.

This further exacerbates the disintegration of his mythical creature form.

Finally, his left and right arms raised their fists and hit each other.

With his belly button as the center point, a bloody gap opened, and it continued to split to both sides, as if it was going to completely tear his body in half!

Dirkaf has no intention of dealing with Hastur now. He is suffering the backlash from fate, and his misfortune index is constantly increasing.

He has become an outcast of fate.

At this time, Dirkaf heard waves of low and hoarse whispers, full of profanity!

An unpreventable force spread across his unbalanced body. Starting from his feet, the flesh and blood broke apart and pieces fell off. The blood flowing out was black because it had been contaminated.

From the feet to the knees, to the waist and abdomen, and then to the neck, all the flesh and blood fell away, and in the end only a head remained.

"Destiny back!"

Decaf was not dead yet. He opened his mouth and let out a deep roar. The body that had been eroded and polluted by obscene words gradually recovered, and the instability of the mythical creature's form was also suppressed and eliminated.

Hastur did not interrupt his recovery, observing through Decaf the extraordinary path left by the King in Yellow.

The so-called destiny retrospective is more like a lower substitute for the restart of Will's destiny.

Although it can avoid fatal injuries, it is more used for self-protection and is not as magical as Will.

"confusion!"

"Out of balance!"

"die!"

Hastur seemed to be making another judgment from the gods. Decaf's newly recovered body cracked open again, and his mythical creature form was completely unbalanced and shattered.

Decaf once again looked back on his destiny, returning himself to a period of destiny that had not yet been harmed.

"Look back on fate!"

At this moment, Dickraf heard a whisper that made his hair stand on end.

Destiny continued to rotate beyond his control, from the fate of not being harmed to the fate of being on the verge of death.

how can that be!

All that was left of Dickaf was a solitary head, and a pair of eyes filled with fear, looking at the young man opposite him in great shock.

From the very beginning, this mysterious young man has successively displayed several extraordinary abilities that are unrelated to each other.

There are extraordinary abilities from the Judgment Path, the darkness devouring from the Night Path, and the obscene words from the Secret Prayer Path. Now he has shown his ability to control the destiny path.

Decaf has seen the shepherds of the Secret Prayer. Although they can also display extraordinary abilities in many different ways, they are far less terrifying.

Could he really be the incarnation of a god coming to the world?

Are you the real blasphemer?

Dirkaf laughed at himself. He had been waiting for the gods to give him enlightenment, but the gods had never given him even a single glance.

How could he come to this world just for himself?

With only one head left, Dirkaf put away his other thoughts and just stared calmly at the young man in front of him and said slowly: "The entanglement of fate will not end with this."

His last words died in flames.

died?

Is it so easy?

Hasta felt a little strange. He had always controlled the intensity of his attack and tried not to kill Decaf directly. After all, he wanted to understand the King in Yellow through Decaf.

But now, a Sequence 3 person died so easily in his hands, and he was also an Extraordinary person involved in the path of destiny.

Unless Dirkaf himself doesn't want to live, he will never die easily.

Is he a suicidal person?

Apparently not... Well, someone is trying to change my destiny.

Hastur closed his eyes slightly and found the abnormal fate among the chaotic fate.

Decaf is not dead, he is hiding in his destiny silently!

If I didn't have a strong sense of destiny, it would have been impossible to discover that Dirkaf could integrate into his destiny.

He seems to be assimilating his fate?

No, it should be said that he is stealing his own destiny!

Haha, the thief of fate.

"You are seeking your own death."

Hastur silently replaced the fate line that Decaf was stealing with the night when the original owner held a resurrection ceremony before he crossed over.

Hastur had no impression of that night, so he wanted to use Decaf's ability to steal fate to help him.

Well, he didn't want to take the risk himself, and his spiritual intuition reminded him that it was very dangerous.

Let's take advantage of this opportunity and let Dickaf be the demining soldier.

With Hastur's indulgence, Decaf quickly stole that section of the destiny line.

But soon, Dickav made a sound of panic and tried his best to escape from that fate as quickly as possible.

But in the entanglement of fate, where can you come when you want and leave when you want?

Soon, Dickafe completely fell in fear and despair.

He died on Hastur's fateful line.

From the final appearance of Decaf's death, Hastur could sense the aura of the true Creator.

That night, the original owner really sought blessing from the True Creator, and he did succeed.

In the entangled fate, there is still a breath that does not belong to the true Creator.

A space-distance showdown between the real creator and the King in Yellow?

It's a pity that he, who was protected by the Palace of Stars, missed out in the end.

Hastur roughly reconstructed what happened that night in his mind.

After the fate there returned to calm again and continued to flow forward, Hastur opened his eyes.

At present, Dirkaf, who has been advocating that he should be made into a vessel for the coming of the King in Yellow, is dead.

In the Yellow Monk organization, only Lady Lisa, a devout believer who claims to be a follower, is left.

After getting rid of her, the Yellow Monk Organization will no longer be able to pose any threat to itself.

The mountain that used to weigh on his head was finally removed.

When Hastur's gaze swept across, Lady Lisa, who had been watching the battle neutrally, lowered her head, bent down and saluted, choosing to offer her loyalty.

"Your loyalty is worthless."

Hastur sneered at this kind of loyalty and chose to lower his head only after the situation became clear. Such loyalty was not sincere at all.

People like Caius who choose to bet early are more likely to gain his trust, which is a reward for discerning investors.

Mrs. Lisa lowered her head even lower and said with a slight trembling: "I shouldn't doubt your identity or hesitate, but I swear on the rest of my life that I will always follow your footsteps until The end of life.”

"Oaths are really a good thing. In order to gain trust, they are often too cheap and make the words that should be sacred full of filth."

Mrs. Lisa knelt down on the ground, knelt down and saluted, and said with a sad and choked voice: "The believer is guilty and is willing to accept any trial and verdict. I only hope that you will allow me to continue to follow you."

"Piety is the best way to please God."

Hastur left with his last words.

"Pious..."

Mrs. Lisa slowly raised her tear-stained face and looked at the black star in the starry sky.

Only now did she truly understand that sentence: "The twin suns sank toward the lake, and long shadows fell..."