Mystery: The Stars Returner

He is a confident, even narcissistic man.

He regarded himself as the protagonist of this era, and he indeed became the person who led the changes in the entire era.

He is a proud and aloof soul who is incompatible with this world, making him unable to fully integrate with it.

He never thought that one day he would become like this.

If he hadn't been afraid that the Fallen Mother Goddess would spread pollution from the starry sky to the real world through his body after his death, he might have chosen self-death.

But the reality is that he can only stay alone in this dark and silent tomb of the Black Emperor, fighting against the pollution from the fallen Mother Goddess.

This pollution has no end and will never stop.

But tonight, a ray of holy light that did not belong here shone in, allowing him to bathe in the sun for a long time.

Russell, who was sitting quietly on the Black Emperor's chair, briefly regained consciousness due to the intervention of the purifying power on the fallen Mother Goddess.

He raised a face full of eyes, his eyes were like blood, but contained a little bit of clarity, and looked at the star container that was still emitting holy light.

So good, that was the warmth of the sun that he had always longed for.

He struggled to support his chin with his arms, leaning forward slightly, using his most accustomed posture, staring at the sun that brought him a moment of clarity.

He could see forever and ever...

It's a pity that his children are not here at the moment, otherwise his life would be considered a small perfection.

But he believed that his daughter Bernadette would grow up extremely well and she would be a big shot in the mysterious world.

He felt very sorry that he could not see the little cotton-padded jacket of old grow up or even see her get married.

But he thought that no one could marry his daughter, and that was Bernadette, who was even more proud than himself.

His second son, Bonova, should also be doing well. He was the angel promised by Steam himself.

Thinking about it now, for Bonova, this should be the best ending. He can grow up carefree under the shelter of steam.

It's just that in the eyes of parents, children who are too rational are always less lovable than children who can cry, and may even develop a strange sense of isolation.

This is like the soul of an adult entering his child's body and talking to his parents in an equal language, without acting like a spoiled child, without crying sadly, and with maturity and rationality.

Forget it, Bonova doesn't need to worry about himself.

The child he was really worried about was his eldest son, Charles. He was the child he gave birth to in his early years and only inherited a few of his extraordinary characteristics.

Compared to the geniuses of Bernadette and Bonova, he is more like an ordinary person, ordinary in all aspects.

Such a temperament and talent are definitely not a good thing in the mysterious world, and he seriously lacks the ability to protect himself.

In such a twisted and chaotic world, paranoid people can live better.

It is not known whether he is still alive.

He should still be alive, right?

Russell was just daydreaming about the past. As for the two figures in front of him, he had no intention of paying attention to them, even if one of them allowed himself to regain consciousness for a short time.

Because they all have an aura that does not belong to this real world, a smell of the starry sky.

They should be the old incarnations of two outer gods. Are they coming here to deal with the fallen mother goddess on their own?

He didn't hold out hope for this.

After being entangled with the Fallen Mother Goddess for so long, he became more and more aware of what level of terrifying existence the Fallen Mother Goddess was. Even if he was destroyed, it would not have any impact on her.

Although he really wanted to rush to the stars and give the fallen mother goddess a slap in the face.

"Roselle, are you awake again?"

The Star Container saw Russell stopped and seemed to be reminiscing about something, so he probably guessed his current state.

"I really want to thank you for your help, but unfortunately, you come from the stars."

Russell spoke slowly. He had not spoken to anyone for a long time, and the words he spoke were hoarse and harsh, like a broken gong with a broken voice.

"Gives you a chance to try and escape the contamination."

"Huh, it should be aggravating the pollution. Your power is not suitable for this world."

"If you are willing to continue to let the Fallen Mother Goddess control the rest of your life, you can choose to refuse."

Russell was silent for a while before nodding and agreeing to try.

When he promised, the power of the fallen mother goddess that had been suppressed before came back again, stronger than ever before.

Russell bent his body in pain, severe pain kept pouring out of his body, and the light belonging to the crimson moon became more and more red, gradually resisting the purification from the star container.

"Stars!"

Russell looked up again, his face full of eyes, like a thousand-eyed monster, staring at the star container with a scarlet light.

"Primal Hunger!"

Facing Russell, who was possessed by the consciousness of the fallen mother goddess, Primordial Hunger just curled his lips and said: "If you look again, I will pluck out your eyeballs one by one and eat them!"

With the Star Vessel's brief understanding of the original hunger, he knew that He said these words from the sincerity.

"You guys can't get out of this mausoleum..."

When the Fallen Mother Goddess spoke, a ray of light from the crimson moon behind her came from the sky, directly penetrated the cover of the Black Emperor's mausoleum, and poured directly into Russell's body.

The body, which was already full of cracks, had several new ones added to it. The crimson moon in the body was gradually condensing and taking shape, and began to change towards the full moon state.

Once it reaches the full moon, it means that Russell's consciousness has been completely wiped out, and his body will truly become a container for the fallen mother goddess to intervene in the real world.

The scarlet light flourished, briefly suppressing the light emitted by the star container, and filling the entire Black Emperor's mausoleum.

The entrance to the tomb, which had been smashed by the original hunger stick, was closed again, and the entire Black Emperor's tomb was like a big mouth that was closing.

"You, you are worried, you will also..."

Russell's consciousness briefly woke up again, but before he could finish speaking, he was reoccupied by the consciousness of the fallen mother goddess.

His body stood up from the throne, and the remaining rules and order of the Black Emperor Hui around him were filled with the atmosphere of corruption, decay, death, and withering under the influence of his power.

At the same time, the aura belonging to the fallen mother goddess is also growing stronger, it is really like a god returning from resurrection.

"I shouldn't be able to defeat him, I can only bite him a few more times."

Primordial Hungry shouted and rushed forward waving the white bone stick.

He is still very open-minded about his situation. After all, this is the territory of the Fallen Mother Goddess. The other party has Roselle as the descending vessel, which is far more powerful than his clone.

There was no trace of fear on the faces of the stars containers, they just looked calmly at the fallen mother goddess whose aura was gradually increasing.

Sometimes victory on the battlefield does not have to be achieved head-on.

……

On the shattered sea, Bernadette drove the Dawn away in time.