Mystery: The Stars Returner

The envoy of the Yellow Clothes Church, no, is it the Holy Master who plans to find trouble for Amon?

Are you trying to use Amon to establish your authority?

Klein and Leonard were silent, shouting in their hearts: "What a great job!"

They had long been angry with this elusive King of Angels, but the difference in strength was too big, so they could only avoid him and bury their thoughts of revenge deep in their hearts.

"Hehe, count me in." Original Hungry was the first to sign up. He glanced at the others present and smacked his mouth. "After all, he tastes pretty good."

The high-dimensional overlooker did not make a sound, but chose to watch. He was not the foodie who was originally hungry. If he wanted him to deal with Amon, Qunxing needed to speak in person, so as to retain the favor.

Others looked at each other in confusion. Although some people still didn't know what the Worm of Time represented, they still had the ability to observe words and emotions and capture the atmosphere of the scene.

They knew that it would be a difficult enemy, and it was not certain whether they and the Yellow Clothes Church would be friends or foes in the end.

"Then let's go." Hastur nodded towards the original hunger, and then said to Mrs. Lisa: "The next thing is left to you."

Mrs. Lisa nodded in agreement. The reason why so many people were invited to the Yellow Clothes Church’s establishment ceremony tonight was not only for them to watch the ceremony, but also for another purpose.

The Yellow Clothes Church needs to communicate with the six righteous churches and other secret organizations to promote its doctrines, express its position, and divide its territory to recruit believers.

To put it simply, it is to let them recognize the legitimacy of the Yellow Clothes Church and give up some related interests.

This is the issue that the gods who are watching here tonight are most concerned about.

Hastur and Primeval Hunger had just left the Yellow Church. Amon, who was on the outskirts of Backlund, narrowed his eyes, smiled on his face, gathered the clones around him, and stood there waiting at leisure.

He also wanted to see what extraordinary abilities the Beloved of the Stars had, and perhaps take the opportunity to get a glimpse of the power of the Stars.

"Amon the blasphemer, blasphemous sinner, are you ready to receive divine punishment?"

Hastur's incarnation of light, regardless of distance, descended directly in front of Amon.

"God? Blasphemy?" Amon just laughed, "Is it like this?"

Amon took off his monocle and threw it towards the yellow church from a distance.

The monocle instantly expanded hundreds of times and turned into a portal. The blazing light of the sun flashed and surged inside, as if it was about to spurt out and melt everything in the next moment.

Well, it was the daylight he had stolen a few days ago.

"A very nice gift."

A new incarnation of Hastur appeared in the blazing light of the sun, and it continued to absorb the light of the sun.

"A very interesting ability." Amon just looked at Hastur curiously, "Doesn't it belong to the currently known extraordinary path, the star path exclusive to the stars?"

He had contact with the monks in yellow and knew that the extraordinary path of the King in Yellow did not have such ability.

To be born into an incarnation in any light and to control the light should be the authority of the stars.

Hastur did not answer. The sun in the distance transformed into Amon's monocle, and he instantly came to Amon regardless of the distance.

"That's not how glasses are worn." Amon just pushed his glasses gently, and the sun on the opposite side transformed into Amon's appearance.

Stealing, this is his most specialized ability, as long as there are loopholes.

And wearing the monocle that He threw out is a very obvious loophole.

"Now, I have two." The two Amons looked at Hastur at the same time.

"Then I should have three." Hastur chuckled, and two figures walked out of the mirrors of the two Amon monocles.

This is an incarnation formed by mirror light.

"Do you want to outnumber people?" Amon seemed to be interested in this and started to copy himself directly on the spot.

Soon dozens of Amon's figures appeared around, and there was even a steady stream of them.

"As long as I have you, I have."

Hasturs came out of Amon's monocle one by one. Although they were weak, they were more spectacular.

"Heh, your clone looks too fragile."

Amon exhaled and turned into streaks of thunder and lightning. In the blink of an eye, the incarnations of light formed by Hastur were swept away, leaving only the most powerful incarnation of starlight.

"Your clone is also very fragile."

A voice that did not belong to Hastur sounded. Feeling the original hunger, he opened his big mouth and sucked in suddenly, swallowing dozens of clones transformed by Amon into his mouth.

He chewed it several times, frowned dissatisfied and said, "There are only two, how stingy."

Amon was not angry. He looked up at the stars and said with a smile: "The outer gods who colluded with the stars in the past and claimed to be the true gods of the real world cannot tolerate you."

When His voice fell, the sky was shrouded in black clouds, a dull and oppressive atmosphere continued to press down from the black clouds, and purple thunder and lightning kept moving back and forth in the black clouds.

"It seems that the Lord of Storms can't bear it anymore." The smile on Amon's face became more obvious.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, and a bolt of thunder struck Amon straight on the head!

Although at the last moment, Amon diverted the direction of the thunderbolt, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

"Tsk, it seems that the Lord of Storms is even more intolerant of you." This time, it was Hastur's turn to say some sarcastic words.

"I forgot, He has already betrayed me once, and now he naturally doesn't mind betraying me again."

Amon just sneered, this is not Backlund, there is no church of the Lord of Storms, and there are no followers of him.

Even if the Storm Lord wanted to target him, he would not be able to exert much divine power.

The Lord of Storms naturally understands this truth, so his behavior just now was deliberately made to disgust himself.

It has to be said that the Lord of Storms successfully angered Him, and the next time He destroyed the Church of the Lord of Storms, causing His believers to embark on the road of betraying their faith one by one!

"Aren't you planning to escape? Maybe the next one to punish you will be the God of Knowledge and Wisdom." Hastur didn't mind provoking Amon more.

"Childish provocation."

As soon as Amon finished speaking, a beam of knowledge as bright as a meteor pierced through Amon's body in the sky, leaving a huge deep pit in place.

Soon, another Amon came out of the original Amon's body.

Just such divine punishment dropped out of thin air cannot truly threaten Him.

"Amon, can you guess who will be next, the God of Steam and Machinery?"

Faced with Hastur's teasing, Amon said nothing more this time. He just narrowed his eyes and looked at Hastur thoughtfully, "Did they actually bow to the stars?"

"This is not bowing down, but standing in line." Hastur corrected the error in Amon's words.

The last time he was in the Rhoside Islands, the Storm Lord was standing on the opposite side of the stars.

This time, between the stars and Amon, He and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom clearly chose the stars.

"Haha, they can't believe it at all."

Amon, who had a cold expression on his face, wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the original hunger on the side, who swallowed him in one gulp.

"You're not even the real person anymore, but you're still here forcing me to do something. Isn't it boring?"

"..."

Hastur glanced at Primordial Hunger with complicated eyes, and then led him to continue the journey to find Amon's true form.

……

Backlund, on the streets of Queens, a two-wheeled carriage accelerated through the street under the skillful driving of the coachman. Suddenly, the surrounding lights dimmed and brightened, and a figure formed by the lights blocked the carriage.

"Amon, are you looking for me?"

"I'm curious about where your body is hiding."

The carriage stopped, the driver pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves, crushing the figure in front of him.

Under the illumination of the light, the coachman looked very young and was wearing a monocle.

A new light figure appeared in front of Amon again, "Next time you want to completely eliminate my incarnation, remember to steal all the lights around you."

"Thank you for informing me."

Amon, who was sitting on the carriage, simply waved his hand, and all the street lights around him and the lights from residential houses were stolen.

"Oh, there is still light in the sky, you should work harder."

A crimson moon light incarnation of Hastur fell on the roof of the carriage. He sat quietly, crossed his legs and said: "Now, where do you plan to go to find my body? And your body wants to escape to where?"

"Escape? Just rely on your insignificant incarnation?" A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Amon's mouth.

"If it wasn't for fear, why didn't your true form come?"

"Where do you think my body went?"

"Such a question is so simple that it makes me wonder if your wisdom has also been eaten by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom." Hastur mocked, and then said: "You want to find Pales, right? Do you need me to tell you where He is hiding?"

"I think I know."

Amon seemed to have stolen the thoughts and ideas from the head of Hastur's incarnation, but the next moment, he frowned slightly.

Because the hiding place of Pales in Hastur's mind is the Giant King's Court in the Land Abandoned by God, and this option has been eliminated by him.

"Tonight is still very long and we still have time to continue this game."

"I'm also looking forward to the outcome of this game."

Amon smiled and erased the incarnation of Hastur sitting on the carriage, and continued to drive the carriage through the streets of Queens.