The Endless Shuttle

He walked up, but halfway back, his eyes squinted at the old man who had resumed reading the newspaper.

"Old man, I will give you a piece of advice. You'd better go home and reunite with your family now, otherwise you may not have the chance in the future."

"……Neuropathy."

The old man didn't have Rixma, so he turned a page of the newspaper and continued to read it.

Give the other party a warning based on the principle of equal exchange of information, but if you don't listen, Kesma will have nothing to do.

Then die.

The old man is going to die, the woman is going to die, the child is going to die, all the human beings are going to die——

Stepping on the iron stairs, Kesma walked steadily towards the top floor, as pious as a pilgrimage.

He wants to open Pandora's box with his own hands, release the inescapable "plague" to this town, and make this world suffer unprecedented pain and wounds that can never be healed.

Finally came to the top floor.

Because it is too high, there is no one around, and the environment is quiet.

Kesma nodded in satisfaction, and made a very dangerous move——at the very edge of the iron tower, she sat down with her legs dangling in the air.

"Fly..."

He raised his hand, and the supreme artifact was pulled by the sky, rising up like a weightless hot air balloon.

Immediately afterwards, Kesma put his hands together and recited the magic spell.

Contained in the water, the ancient mystery is drawn out, instantly forming a perfect water magic workshop, trapping the people in the entire iron tower in place.

"Shit! What the hell is this?" Someone kept slapping the water that wrapped around his body.

"Mom! Mom!" A child was crying.

"Lina! Look! The water is floating in the sky!" Some lunatics were cheering wildly.

This is the appearance of sentient beings.

It is the leisurely film freeze frame before death takes away the soul.

"It's time, Hastur..." Cosma whispered.

"Come on, the plates and scarves are ready. Wake up from Lake Harry, it's time to repay, it's time to play, Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea..."

There is no grandeur, and there is no magical power to distort reality like a routine.

Just after an ominous breeze blew, Hastur, the lord of the star sea in the deep space, the king in yellow, and the greatest opera singer, came to this world and stood behind Kesma.

Her golden hair is as bright as gold, her face is more charming than any woman in the world, and her magical charm is wantonly exuded.

Kesma turned her head, a warm smile appeared on her indifferent face.

"Welcome back, old friend."

Chapter 163 Let's have fun together

"Normal gravity, normal law, and that disgusting "order"..."

The girl with short blond hair grabbed the air, and let out an exclamation like an old man with a clear and pleasant voice.

"It's not relying on divine power, but the direct coming of consciousness... Hmph, I escaped the monitoring of those miscellaneous things by means of "sacrifice". I thought it would take at least three thousand years to come back, but I didn't expect to be able to breathe this dirty air again now... Thank you very much, Luo Pei. "

As the deity of the "Four Elements of Chaos" that symbolizes "wind", no matter how low-key Hastur is, the ancient gods will not let go of their surveillance.

And the person responsible for monitoring Hastur is the ancient god who represented "planetary movement" and "vitality" in ancient times - "Starlight" Tibbs.

"Um?"

After the emotion was over, the god's probing nerves gained the upper hand.

Hastur's amber pupils turned to Kesma, his brows were frowned, and his voice was as cold as winter.

"No, although everything from soul to body smells like Rope, you are not him. This pure chaos is almost equal to us... Who are you? A compatriot who doesn't understand the rules? How dare you dare Invading our "treasure"..."

For a moment, or not even a moment.

Just when Kesma was about to explain, Hastur's smooth right hand turned into an octopus-like arm, tightly locked his neck, and lifted him up in the air.

"Summon me out, are you provoking me?"

Divine power accumulated in Hastur's consciousness. The surrounding air began to tremble. The anger of the gods was a pain that even the world could not bear.

As long as she has a thought, Kesma will be crushed into meat paste by the high-dimensional energy immediately.

"It's such a hot welcome ceremony, Lord Hastur..."

Although the neck is locked, Kesma is not a human being and does not need to breathe.

He patted the wrist of the king in yellow and explained with a smile.

"It's me, Crazy Hell, Rope's "substitute". Now with the help of the power of "Nie Gemini God", it is divided into two existences, in order to complete the task entrusted to me by the main body. Don't look at me like this, the thinking mode and memory are common, it's okay to think of me as Luo Pei..."

If he was killed like this, it would be a laughing stock...

"……ah?"

Hastur was stunned for a moment, subconsciously let go of his arms and feet, and probed more carefully.

"The magical arts of Roiger and Zar. The traces of transformation, and my handwriting... Indeed, indeed, the "Raliyah Text" and the "Necronomicon" are all lodged on your body..."

Hastur's voice was trembling, and his performance was extremely contrasting. It doesn't look like an evil god who shocks the universe at all, just like a little girl who has done something wrong.

She fiddled with her index finger, her fair cheeks flushed slightly, and she smiled awkwardly.

"Hold, I'm sorry. I just came here, and my reaction is a little slow... Before you called me, my disciples on the side of Lake Harry were holding a grand opera..."

"You don't need to explain. After all, it's my fault that I didn't inform you immediately." After falling from the air, Kesma let the absorbed blood recirculate, and his face gradually became lively.

"Please forgive me for my rude invitation this time. It's not just to offer sacrifices to you. There are also some trivial matters here that need your help."

He pointed to the supreme artifact shining in the sky.

"With Lord Nyarlathotep's artifact as the core, I used the special abilities of the Children of the Stars to temporarily separate this town from the jurisdiction of the will of the world. Therefore, even if we continue to mess around here, we will not It will affect the outside, and will not be observed by your mortal enemy."

"Is this so?" Hastur clutched his chest, his eyes full of hope.

"Then Rope, you...uh."