Mystery: The Stars Returner

Instead of taking the opportunity to leave Backlund, he hid near the Holy Wind Church. Was he thinking of seeking shelter from the Lord of Storms?

Drink Augustus thought this and had no idea of ​​taking action for a moment.

The Loen royal family is now at the cusp of a storm. Although killing a young earl is nothing, killing someone under the watchful eye of the Lord of Storms will not calm down the storm so easily.

He had to admit that Earl Campbell was very smart and knew how to find a chance for himself.

But the shelter from the storm was only temporary. Could he always hide in the Holy Wind Church?

Drink Augustus also came to the vicinity of the Holy Wind Church, but did not take action. He just stared at Earl Campbell who was wandering on the street from a distance.

Then, He waited from early morning to afternoon and then to evening.

Earl Campbell had no intention of leaving the Holy Wind Church, and his range of activities was limited to the vicinity of the Holy Wind Church, leaving him no opportunity to take action.

When he saw Hastur chatting with Bishop Ron of the Holy Wind Church, donating a donation of 500 gold pounds, and making up his mind to stay here overnight, Drink Augustus finally lost the patience to wait any longer. Go down.

In the current situation, unless he gave up action, he could only kill people by force under the watch of the Storm Lord.

If it kills with one blow, the Storm Lord will not have time to react. Moreover, will the Storm Lord descend for a less devout believer?

When Hastur finished communicating with Bishop Ron and stepped out of the door of the Holy Wind Church, Drink Augustus stepped forward and came to Hastur. The rules and chains around him moved together, sealing off the nearby space. .

He raised his right hand slightly, and the chain of rules turned into countless black and cold spears, which were all thrust into Hastur, who was still standing there, as if he was frightened.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Drink Augustus saw Hastur giving him a sarcastic smile, with his mouth slightly open, as if to say: "You idiot."

Drink Augustus had a premonition of something bad, but the regular spear had already penetrated Hastur's body in front of him, pinning him in mid-air.

Just die like this?

Just when Drink Augustus was doubtful, the face of Hastur in front of him suddenly turned into Bishop Ron!

Drink Augustus' pupils shrank instantly. He actually assassinated a bishop who devoutly believed in the Lord of Storms in front of the gate of Holy Wind Church!

How could this be?

How could I not even be able to tell people apart?

Was he blinded by some force?

Drink Augustus had too many questions in his mind, but he was not in the mood to think about the answers to the questions at the moment.

Run away, run away from here quickly!

Without hesitation, Drink Augustus chose to escape. The sky, which was still peaceful at the moment, suddenly gathered black clouds, and thunder and lightning were brewing in the clouds.

Drink Augustus had fled from the gate of Holy Wind Church to the suburbs, but the black cloud in the sky still shrouded his head.

The Lord of Storms is angry!

He has really come!

A bolt of white lightning suddenly fell from the black cloud, followed by hundreds of thunders coming together!

Drink Augustus' mouth was dry, his scalp was numb, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart stopped for two beats.

But now, he can only block the divine power from the Lord of Storms with all his strength, hoping to survive until rescue arrives.

He took out a sealed object that he carried with him, and a miniature pale golden kingdom held up a golden light shield to protect Him inside.

But in just two seconds, the surface of the golden mask was covered with thunder patterns, and it shattered with a click. The entire pale golden country was instantly baptized by thunder into a ruin of steaming black smoke.

With a brief barrier, Drink Augustus opened the door to the spiritual world and stayed away from here. He wanted to escape from the gaze of the Lord of Storms as soon as possible.

The thunder in the sky never stopped, rumbling, and thunder and lightning stretched out like silver-white tentacles towards the door of the spiritual world where Drink Augustus escaped.

Even if he is hiding in the spirit world, the anger of the storm cannot be calmed down so easily.

At this time, suddenly there was a force in the dark that helped Drink Augustus block the blow, allowing him to stay away with the help of the spiritual world gate.

The angry thunder with nowhere to vent destroyed everything in the surrounding area.

In the spirit world, Drink Augustus vomited a mouthful of blood. There was faint current flowing in the blood. Even from a distance, he could still feel the roar of the storm outside.

If there hadn't been a helping hand secretly helping him, he would never have been able to escape into the spirit world smoothly.

damn it!

What a good idea!

Drink Augustus was angry but helpless, and assassinated the bishop of the Church of Storms at the gate of Holy Wind Church. Even he could not bear this crime.

Even if he could escape the sanctions of the storm, he would still need to remain anonymous and hide in the dark in the future.

When the roar of the storm outside gradually faded away, Drink Augustus planned to leave the spiritual world and head to South Wales, where he would wait for Hastur to surrender.

At this time, he saw a small red firebird flying slowly in his direction.

Drink Augustus was wary, and suddenly his face changed drastically. He hurriedly opened the door to the spiritual world and wanted to escape.

But he found that he could not tear open the portal to the spiritual world at all. The surrounding spiritual space was like the hardest diamond, and he could not shake it no matter how hard he tried.

He could only watch the harmless little firebird come to him, and then he saw the head-sized firebird in front of him, whose body suddenly doubled several times, dozens of times!

Like a giant creature, staring at him with a playful expression.

Drink Augustus was extremely panicked, but his body flew towards the huge firebird uncontrollably, and then was caught in its beak like a small insect.

At this time, Drink Augustus discovered that it was not that the little firebird had grown bigger, but that his own body had shrunk!

What kind of spiritual creature is this?

No, this is a god!

The new god of death from the southern continent!

Drink Augustus's eyes widened. He finally recognized the origin of this little firebird, but he could no longer leave.

This new god of death is in the real world, unlike the Lord of Storms who needs to descend through a medium.

Moreover, the God of Death holds a certain amount of authority over the spiritual world. It can be said that the spiritual world is part of his divine kingdom!

"This little bug isn't enough for you to fill the gap between your teeth."

A chuckle and a familiar voice came. Drink Augustus tried his best to look up and found that the person coming was none other than the Earl of Campbell whom he wanted to hunt down!

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie held the body of Drink Augustus in her mouth, flapped her wings, and landed on Hastur's shoulder, as if she was taking credit proudly.

"Let me see."

Hastur lowered his head slightly and looked at Drink Augustus, who had shrunk to the size of a caterpillar, and asked curiously: "Why does this little bug look like the former Grand Duke of Southwell?"

"Who are you!" Drink Augustus endured the fear in his heart and pretended to be calm.

"Guess." Hastur smiled, "I don't want you to die in peace."

When the words fell, before Drink Augustus could speak angrily, his whole body and soul were bitten into two pieces.

Then the two fragments of his soul were swallowed into Gray Carrie's mouth.

After a while, Gray Carrie spit out the extraordinary characteristics of Drink Augustus and looked at him with disgust.

Burned by the fierce flames, Drink Augustus' body that was broken into two parts was completely turned into nothingness, with not even a single residue left.

"Thank you for your hard work again this time." Hasta stroked Gray Carrie's head and whispered.

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie rubbed Hastur's face happily.

"Burn all traces here as well."

"Chirp."

……

In Holy Wind Church, Bishop Ron was assassinated and was seriously injured and dying.

If it hadn't been for the Lord of Storms' gaze and a miracle, he would never have survived.

A bishop was assassinated at the door of the church, which even aroused the wrath of the Storm Lord, which greatly stimulated the anger of the followers of the Storm Church.

Soon, they targeted Drink Augustus through the clues left at the scene.

In this regard, the Loen Royal Family stated that this was a private act of Drink Augustus and had nothing to do with the Loen Royal Family.

George III became furious over this, smashed a lot of antiques, and expelled Drink Augustus from his membership in the royal family of Loen. He was handed over to the Church of Storms whether he lived or died.

But this still couldn't extinguish the anger of the Church of Storms, because Drink Augustus completely disappeared.

The Church of Storms believed that the Loen royal family must be hiding people, and decided to conduct a thorough search of the residences of all Loen royal family members.

The Church of the Goddess of Night and the Church of Steam and Machinery just stood quietly behind the Church of Storms. Although they did not express their stance, their meaning was already clear.

In the end, the Loen royal family compromised and allowed people from the Church of Storms to search at will.

Such changes made Backlund's already chaotic situation even more chaotic.

At this time, Hastur was selecting gifts and preparing to visit Bishop Ron, who was seriously injured and survived.

After all, the reason why Bishop Ron suffered such disaster was because Lady Lisa secretly exchanged his fate with her own.

That's why Drink Augustus mistook Bishop Ron for himself without realizing it.

In other words, Bishop Ron was blocking the knife for himself.