The Endless Shuttle

PS: To be honest, I can't understand "The King in Yellow"...

Chapter 170 Meeting

"Hasta."

After answering Loki's question, the blond girl didn't explain the deep meaning of this "name" any further.

In Hasta's view, the false god in front of him has become a stepping stone and a consumable on the way forward for Rope, letting him know that his name is already a kindness for the sake of understanding opera.

In fact Hastur had informed Cosma, and the mystic was on his way.

"I don't know the meaning, but it's a creepy enough name, ma'am."

After calming down his gaffe, the corners of Rocky's mouth trembled, he smiled awkwardly, and forcibly took his attention away from the stage performance.

The prologue of "The King in Yellow" is coming to an end, the "Queen" has left the stage, and "The Stranger" is preparing for the narration of the main film.

At the same time, Loki's heart became more and more irritable, almost making him unable to suppress the urge to go berserk, wanting to release his authority wantonly to offset this feeling.

But after all, he has lived for a long time. As a special god of disobedience, Loki is different from his compatriots. From the fact that he was able to hide under the eyes of the Marquis of Vauban for so long, it can be seen that he has enough Sufficient reason and wisdom to judge the current situation.

——It is the most stupid behavior to make enemies based on mood.

He vaguely quoted Hastur's words: "I have traveled to other kingdoms, and I heard that some foreign gods have a strong spiritual effect of speech just by speaking, which is an "instinct" that even the gods cannot control. ...you seem to be of that type. Let me guess, are you an Italian god derived from ancient Roman mythology? "

The origin of opera is Italy in the sixteenth century, and Italian mythology is influenced by Roman mythology. Rocky's guess is quite satisfactory and reasonable.

"No." Hastur replied simply.

She tapped the armrest with her right hand wearing a white ball glove, and said with a little irritability.

"Be a little quieter, the main play is about to begin, and noise in the opera is not allowed. If you continue to chatter like this, I will finish you."

The meaning in the words is like crushing an ant to death, and he doesn't care about Loki as a member of the "God of Disobedience", one of the world's highest combat powers.

The fact is also the same, how can the false gods inside the world get into the eyes of the "Lord of the Star Sea in Deep Space". She can be regarded as the existence of opponents. Apart from her own stubborn compatriots, there are only those ancient gods who imprisoned her.

Especially the "star shining" among them——

She will only show the model of a "human girl" in front of Rope, whom she longs for. This is the mimetic thinking carefully selected by Hasta, and theoretically it should please Rope.

At other times, the chaotic and indifferent thinking mode of the "Old Ones" is the only choice for Hastur.

"Oh, oh, what a ferocious lady..." Loki said helplessly.

"Sitting at the table with you, it is really less fun to talk freely. I thought that my compatriots should have a common language. It seems that I am being too sentimental."

He stood up and moved towards the main entrance.

"Take a little tour of your current "territory"...you don't mind, do you? "

"up to you."

Hastur snapped his fingers, and all the surrounding lights went out, leaving only the stage white.

When the play officially started, even though it has been watched thousands, tens of thousands of times, or even counted, Hastur still devotes himself wholeheartedly to his most admired masterpiece of art.

Loki shrugged, a little speechless for this indifferent goddess who only had "opera" in her mind.

... But, is there someone else who caused the mutation in this small town?

The God of Wisdom pondered, piecing together the truth of the incident with the information revealed in Hastur's simple words.

The dense fog is the unknown, and human beings will have a sense of fear of the unknown. The monsters in the fog cannot be summoned, looking for people with weak spirits and will to transform them, let the monsters use fear as food, keep hunting the remaining strong-willed people, destroy their psychological defenses, and eventually infect them like a virus. This place has become "hell"...

However, it is impossible for human beings to accomplish such a huge project. Presumably, it is with the help of that "Goddess of Opera" or some other extraordinary power... Thinking of this, Loki couldn't help but smile.

"It's an interesting game. Is the enemy this time a "Great Conjurer"? Although it is not rare in the past hundred years, the idea is very novel, which is very in line with my appetite. "

Walking on the marble floor of the corridor, the silent environment is like a haunted house.

When Loki passed by another small and dark room, his god's sharp vision noticed that there was some kind of living thing inside.

—Is it human? Loki wasn't sure.

A total of four people were restrained, and it can be seen from the scattered clothes fragments on the ground that they were former staff members of the opera house.

From left to right, the first person on the pillar was skinned and dripping with blood. The second one had his eyes gouged out, crying with blood and tears. The third had his left hand chopped off and fell into a coma. The fourth one was even more exaggerated. Her stomach had been cut open and there was nothing left.

The four sufferers all have the same characteristic, that is, they lived tenaciously and painfully in the face of this amount of bleeding enough to die, as if their vitality was suspended by some strange force.

"Miss Goddess, what a bad interest..."

After simply looking at it twice, Loki continued to walk.

He has no reason to save humans, because it doesn't bring him "happiness".

At the end of the corridor, another Door to No Door appeared in Loki's sight. The outside is an open-air promenade, and the green trees and flowers planted around are not very clear due to the thick fog. I am afraid that it was originally a small courtyard for the audience to relax after watching the opera. It is indeed a first-class caring Serve.

"Although it is a beautiful view, the foggy weather really affects the mood."

Loki sighed, turned around and said.

"Are you right, Mr. Unknown who has been following me since just now. In this enchantment, there is still a beautiful boy who leisurely followed a young man. I am afraid there is no one else except the one who caused the incident?"

Behind Loki, ripples gradually appeared in the empty dark corridor.

Kesma seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaning against the wall, staring at the self-proclaimed, shameless God of Disobedience like a knife.

"The long-lost water magic really can't be hidden from the eyes of the God of Disobedience. The middle-level power of the Xingyue world is still not enough to see."

"Where is it, very superb technology, don't underestimate yourself, sir."

Loki said modestly. "The grandfather of Thor, God of Thunder, is Egil, the god of the sea. Thanks to my old-fashioned enemy, I didn't have a girl to stir up troubles in the sea before. Magical water vapor fantasy can't stop my sight."

According to myths and legends, Loki's son, the worldly python was born in the ocean.

"Is it……"

Kesma didn't care, anyway, water magic is just a handy emergency thing, and the Cthulhu secret art, which is majoring in now, is not so easy to fool.

He stood up straight and bowed to the Vulcan in Norse mythology.

"First meeting, "God of Mischief and Fire" Loki. "

Kesma raised her head, a stiff smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Want to play a game with me?"