The Endless Shuttle

When we met again after 1,500 years, Luo Pei was not as arrogant and rude as he had been crowned a demigod. He still bowed his head respectfully to the king in tattered yellow clothes, observing the etiquette.

The frozen air gradually resumed its flow.

Hastur took off his hood and took off the faceless white mask on his face, revealing the familiar appearance of a blonde girl.

She approached and looked up at the black-haired young man, stretched out delicate jade hands like works of art, gently stroked the sides of Luo Pei's cheeks, and uttered soft words.

"My chosen one, my Rope... even the most beautiful opera in Lake Harry can't match the radiance of your soul. It makes me fascinated and greedy. I have never felt that a thousand years is so long. When we meet again It makes my dead heart jump for joy."

"I will never forget your love, Your Majesty Hastur."

Rope smiled in response to Hastur's affection, took her hands off her face, and kissed the back of Hastur's hand lightly.

The tentacles under the robe of the king in yellow continued to shorten, mimicking the girl's smooth feet.

Hastur still cared so much about Rope's feelings, even though the opponent had already been crowned a demigod, he still worried about Rope's aesthetics.

"Have you run into any trouble?"

Hastur asked cheerfully.

"No problem, Hastur has answered the call. No matter what kind of trouble, I will help you solve it..."

"Uh...it's not really a problem."

Rope scratched his cheek with a smirk.

"I just want to have a chat with His Majesty Hastur...I'm really sorry for making you appear as an incarnation for such a trivial matter."

"Ha, Your Majesty Hastur!"

A discordant sound reached the ears of the king in yellow.

Hastur trembled unnaturally, and moved slowly with her worm-shaped pupils, looking at Abel who was kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly behind her.

"Finally, I finally see you!"

There is nothing more exciting than the presence of God before Her followers.

After studying the knowledge of "The King in Yellow", Abel has long been an out-and-out Hastur believer.

But his joy only lasted less than two seconds.

Under Hastur's displeased gaze, Abel's body gradually collapsed and deteriorated, and finally turned into a black mud that could not even maintain a human shape.

This terrifying and unknown power made Jiada, who was just about to congratulate her, swallow her words back, and sat obediently in her seat as a transparent person.

Even though she had become a mystic, it was only at this moment that she truly experienced the horror of those indescribable evil gods in the starry sky.

It's like a human child crushing an ant for no reason. For this group of great beings, there is not much difference between true ancestors and ants.

"Rope doesn't need to say such a thing." Hastur smiled again: "Your call is the top priority, whether it is a chat or asking me to dedicate my strength to you, it is all brought about by this matter. Additional products."

"You are so kind..."

"Only you, Luo Pei, can obtain my love and peace."

Hastur turned his head, looked at the surrounding environment, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Compared to this well-decorated opera house, I am happiest that you, Rope, can spend so much thought on my coming. I am happy about the things about Nyarlathotep, Cthugya and Cthulhu. I heard that, Luo Pei, you'd better be more cautious, those guys' purpose is not pure."

Hearing this, Luo Pei raised his eyebrows.

Of course he knows that the evil god's purpose is not simple, and sometimes being too simple may not be a good thing.

Just like now, the greed and love in Hastan's eyes.

But it’s enough to be clear in your heart, it’s impossible for Luo Pei to say it so bluntly. To solve Hastur's problem, we have to be more tactful.

"I understand very well."

Luo Pei made a gesture of invitation and smiled.

"It would be disrespectful to talk to you at such an altar, please come with me. I will accompany you all the way to the end of your journey in this world."

"Rope, you've grown up..."

Hastur took the black-haired youth's hand affectionately.

"Excessive etiquette means alienation. I don't like the way you talk now, Luo Pei. Be more comfortable. The you who met me in that world and used me as a prop are more in line with my wishes."

"...Aren't you digging up my dark history?"

"Ah."

The blond girl smiled lightly.

"You don't need to be accompanied all the time, you have your own affairs and interests, and I will find my own fun that does not affect you."

Although it was not the first time facing Hastur, Rope stayed beside this evil god, and he felt a sense of ease that other evil gods could not match.

The King in Yellow will consider him wholeheartedly.

If you don't mention the somewhat terrifying ultimate goal, Hastur is the old ruler that Rope is most willing to get close to.

"Let me introduce you." Rope pointed to Garda in the audience.

"This is Garda, who can be regarded as my "apprentice" on the path of mystic. Also please don't be stingy with kindness, give her a little bit. "

Only then did Jiada dare to stand up and hold up her long skirt to salute.

"I have seen the great master of the deep space star sea, His Majesty Hastur the Unspeakable."

"Um."

The blond girl nodded faintly, as if she recognized Garda's existence.

"Your vision is much higher this time. Compared with your apprentice in that world, I am more satisfied with this apprentice's first meeting."

"Gada is not an ordinary human being, she is the true ancestor of vampires... Although it may not be different to you, the experiences of the two are not in the same dimension after all."

"Just be happy."

Hastur stretched out his hand, and a subtle light of divine power shone.

In a daze, Luo Pei and Garda stood in an open space.

"I like this altar very much, and it is also a gift from you, Luo Pei, so I will accept it." Hasta said: "You don't plan to live here with me, so hurry up and take it with you." Let me go to your residence, no matter what the topic is, I will happily pick it up."