The Endless Shuttle

"As a "commendation" for your behavior, listen carefully to what I am going to say. "Hasta said.

"The so-called "calm" is nothing but an illusion brought about by order. These things are vulnerable to chaos, and any change can be attributed to chaos itself. Chaos is change, it is unknowable, it is an unnamed phenomenon, it is the foundation of the multiverse, the greatest beginning. Do you think your bad luck is bad luck? Stop kidding mortals! "Rarely, Hasta's mood fluctuates.

"Do you know how lucky you are? Ignoring the spiritual erosion of my waiting, the ticket of the Great Arcanist has been held in your hand since you were born. What's more commendable is that you met the most incredible at the right time. The variables of the entire universe! Do you know how many humans there are in the entire universe? A Sengyou? Then it? Unbelievable? Infinite? Don't be kidding, you are the most unfair existence for others. The king of the evil gods in the future, The leader of chaos, when your master walks in the chaos of the abyss, you can almost imagine you enjoying the glory behind him. How dare you complain about the injustice of fate? The mercy of chaos?"

Cthulhus, even though their gods are changeable and evil and sexual, no matter who they are, they have absolute "love" deep in their hearts.

For their mother-"chaos" deep love.

In Hasta's view, Senna is undoubtedly the most fortunate mortal.

I met the elect and the favored, and came into contact with the mysterious world. This alone can get rid of how many streets other ordinary mortals don't know, let alone how huge benefits will be brought to her disciple if Rope is successfully crowned in the future.

"I didn't want to be like this..." Sena whispered. "Not reconciled, I have to be dominated and enslaved for whatever reason, I am really not reconciled..."

"The truth of the universe is power, and those without power are **** and slaves." Hasta loosened his arms and legs, and the waves in his heart were calmed down.

"It's useless for you to complain like this, just like you angered me, and I couldn't kill you because of your master's "power". If you want to control your own life trajectory, you should firmly grasp the key of power. You already have this thing, Rope's disciple, the luckiest human being. "

"..."

Senna didn't speak, as if thinking, or in a daze.

After a while, when Hasta became impatient, she said again.

"... Now, god, does this kind of thing really exist?"

"existing."

Hasta said.

"Raise your head and look at me."

Sena raised her head obediently, and looked at the human-skin mask of the "king of yellow" with blank eyes with teardrops. More precisely, it was Hasta's cold pupils behind the mask.

"The **** in front of you is definitely not a cowardly false god. There is nothing false. The lord of the deep sky star sea, the king of yellow clothes, the supreme wind god, the indescribable...the Cthulhu **** system symbolizes the "wind" The **** Hasta, remember this name, and use it as a guide to ignite the new faith. "

"..."

After saying these words, Hasta has disappeared.

Only the brown-haired girl sitting on the ground in a daze, as well as ordinary humans who passed out in a coma.

The key to power...

Sena touched her eyebrows and thought of her cruel and tolerant mentor.

In the depths of her heart, the shackles called "humanity" gradually collapsed in unwillingness and resentment.

At this moment, the human named "Sena Atem" died——

...

...

"Thank you, Lord Hasta."

"It's just a small matter." Xma's voice was in his mind.

Standing on a tall building a kilometer away, Hasta still stared at Senna.

"I beg you to do such boring things while you are enjoying..." Xema's voice was a little embarrassed.

"There. In this way, the little girl will probably study the secrets very seriously, and it can be considered as a contribution to spreading the chaos... It saves the guy from Cthulhu saying that I do nothing all day long. You can forget it. But did you wish? Fully launch the "corruption ritual" for Rope's growth. "

"Of course."

Everything is in plan.

PS: 3400 words...

PS: The apprenticeship adjustment is completed, so it is very reasonable~ (Happy reasonable party)

Chapter 166: Sound, the game begins

"That's it for getting started..."

On the tower, Xema let out a long sigh of relief.

Hasta used the Voice of Soul to ask him for details the first time he met Senna. Originally, Xema asked his disciples to give the King of Yellow Clothes a hand, to increase the calculation of the relationship with the evil god. I expected Senna to be so uncomfortable. In the end, he had no choice but to ask Hasta to enlighten her and give her a thought lesson.

Fortunately, the result is good. Senna is not a girl who can't listen to the kind words, and the king of the yellow clothes is also unexpectedly very easy to talk, just like the previous time when Lopey was lent strength.

"Save, save me, there are... monsters..."

Just as Xema was pleased with the changes in his future disciples, a weak and fearful voice pulled him back to reality.

Turning his head, it was a middle-aged man whose legs were broken at the knees. Judging from the long blood stains he dragged along the stairs, it seemed that he had climbed to the top of the TV tower by his tenacious will to survive.

...It's the "breadcrumbs" left over by Hasta. Xema sighed helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the old rulers also had the habit of eating dishonestly, and he had to clean up the mess for which "eldest lady" did like an old mother.

"Huiguangfanzhao broke free from the erosion of reason? It seems that a occultist has done this experiment...I'm so bored, this amount of bleeding, honestly waiting to die..."

Cosma murmured, still keeping her hands folded and walked to the man's side.

Then in the latter's more horrified eyes, he kicked him through the gap in the guardrail.

Accompanied by the long screaming tail sound and the creepy "baby chir" sound, the index fingers of Xema's hands clasped tightly, and the magic in his body rolled more turbulently, faintly with the "shining special prescription in the sky, which is the center of the enchantment." "Faces" are connected into a straight line.

That is the magic of sound amplification.

"Ahem, audition."

For a time, the entire sky of Avosta echoed with Xema's indifferent voice.

"Good noon, everyone at Avista. First of all, on behalf of the "Master of Craftsmanship", I would like to extend my highest respect to you all. In your hands, the indescribable fear will be verified by mankind for the first time. This is a historic moment as well as a glorious moment. "

"I sincerely hope that you can take some time out of your busy schedule to arm yourself. If you have a pistol at home, please use it. Please sharpen your knives as much as possible. These things will be your survival in this evolutionary wave. Basically. There must be a way to clear the game. Keep this in mind and you can stand out-survive."

"Of course, you can treat it as an afternoon joke, after all, the choice is "humans", not "us". At this point, I wish you all good luck. "

Whether it's white-collar workers working in the office, students going to school, rebellious teenagers wandering the streets, or old people holding tea cups in a leisurely afternoon, they all hear this polite voice with a hint of permeation.

They unanimously stopped what they were holding, and looked around with blank expressions, not knowing where the sound was coming from.

But just like what Xmar said, most people treat it as a joke on the radio or news, and they don’t even try to be true. Prepare to be the capital of drunk chat during work hours or nightlife.