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Hastur, King of Yellow Clothes (two more)

North District [5779] Outer Gate, metropolitan area.
Accompanied by the breeze and snowflakes, Yuu appeared on the streets of the city.
At this time, the streets were empty, the towering buildings all around were pitch black, and the streetlights on the side of the road were even darker. Indistinctly, there seemed to be a strange figure walking between the buildings.
Under the slightly dim moonlight, Yu’s figure gradually stared and became clear.
His complexion was slightly pale, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his back was hunched a little, which seemed to be a bit overindulgent.
However, this is the sequelae that split the soul of the pace.
Even if he has a deep foundation, after performing this crazy behavior, he still feels a headache.
However, for the sake of safety, he has no complaints about such a decision.
“It’s here…”
After walking for a while, Yu, who stopped in her footsteps, raised her head and looked at the huge part-time job not far away.
It was snow-white, and it looked like a building with a large number of half-opened shells side by side.
That is the famous song of this outer doortheater.
But now, it has been occupied by the old ruler from another universe, and it has become his temporary residence.
You narrowed her eyes and looked at the still brightly lit opera house, half of her face was also illuminated by the incandescent light.
He took a deep breath, and the blood color on his face increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Immediately afterwards, the shadow under his feet gradually wriggled, as if it had turned into a muddy wetland, and Yu’s figure gradually sank.
Then, another ‘Yu’ suddenly appeared above the shadow.
In this way, through the shadows, Yu hid in the shadows of the hidden evil things around, and then hid in their spiritual world, and then drove the avatar toward the opera house.
………………….
Under the incandescent light, the door of the opera house, which had accumulated a lot of snow, was illuminated wide open.
With a human shape, a huge, bony figure squatted on the steps, stretched out the feet of the old man’s webbed feet, and stared at the surroundings with red eyes like blood.
Suddenly, his eyes suddenly focused on the road ahead.
In the dark place where the light could not shine, a figure slowly stepped out of the shadow.
He has silver hair that shines brightly under the light, his facial features are clear and handsome, and his gray eyes are plain and bright, but upon closer inspection, he seems to be able to feel a strong malice that cannot be described in words.
He took a simple and clear pace, approaching the opera house, but with it came all kinds of indescribable strong emotions.
Distortion, greed, lust, and ugliness, as if the figure with the evil side of human nature is gradually approaching.
Ithacua whimpered, and the dark green body secreted a black liquid like sweat.
He quickly got up from the steps, knelt down on the ground humbly and respectfully, and greeted:
“Crawling Chaos beloved son! I sincerely welcome you.”
Yu stopped and stood ten meters in front of Itacua, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and said:
“What about people?”
Ithacua shuddered, and with her hands covered with moss, she pushed aside the snowflakes that had accumulated on the side, revealing the huge ice cubes that were frozen into crystals.
And inside that ice cube, Izayoi stared at the sky with wide eyes, looking like he couldn’t rest.
“Not dead?”
He let out a long laugh, then took another step forward and walked straight towards Ithacua.
“Let it go.”
While passing by Ithacua, the latter heard an order from Yuu.
Inside the ice cube, Izayoi turned his eyes backwards, staring at the back of Yuu’s departure, his eyes staring like a copper bell, as if saying, ‘Come and save me. ’
However, in the next second, Ithakua pushed the snowflakes onto the ice again, burying Reverse Izayoi.
After all, the way this guy stares at people is quite intimidating.
………………..
Inside the Opera House.
Row after row of audience seats were empty.
The fiery red chair was as pitted as it was poured with sulfuric acid, and the atmosphere was filled with a strange smell of dried blood.
Yu rubbed her nose when she came to the auditorium through the passage. After getting used to the smell, she turned her eyes to the only audience.
It was a tall figure sitting in the center of the auditorium, occupying two chairs.
He was wearing an old, golden cloak and a hood of the same color. Even his face was tightly surrounded by bandages of the same color, so that there was no gap.
He sat tightly in his seat without saying a word, but the surrounding atmosphere was distorted by His presence, and a low whimper sounded like a cry.
The King in Yellow Clothes Hastur… You narrowed his eyes, and then a formulaic smile gradually appeared on his face.
Among the old rulers, the wind of the four elements is called the wind of the four elements, who is called the one with a relatively mild personality and a high-ranking person who loves opera performances.
And the reason why Yu came is precisely because of the invitation that this existence sent to him through the kidnapping of ‘Reverse Izayoi’.
With a smile, Yoo stepped forward quickly, crossed the cramped aisle, sat down next to Hastur, and then looked at the stage.
On the stage, a group of lizards walking upright are performing.
They were divided into two teams, a team of seventeen, each wearing rudimentary armor and holding a black-brown long spear, chasing and killing a lizardman who was extremely flexible without armor.
Amid the besieged and hunted domestic, the lizards let out rhythmic hissing screams, as if singing some incomprehensible lines.
Looking at this play, You can’t help but ask:
“What opera is this?”
“The death of Nyarlathotep.”
A soft but indistinguishable neutral voice rang out.
Hearing the title of the play, Yu’s eyelids immediately picked it up, looking at the seventeen lizardmen’s eyes for a moment, then he smiled and said:
“You really like to joke.”
“I don’t like jokes.”
Hastur’s tone was low and hoarse, which was obviously different from the voice He just said.
“I like tragedies, unforgettable tragedies, that will make it easy for me to forget.”
“What is easy to remember is tragedy, which I very much agree with.”
Yu clapped his hands, echoed Hastur’s words, and then looked at the stage with a beaming smile. The lizardmen who played Nyarlathotep were pierced by a seventeen-barreled spear, crushed by a group of lizardmen, and divided into blood. Limbs scattered all over the place.
“You hate Nyarlathotep?” Yu Ming asked knowingly.
They’ve all performed this kind of opera, Hastur.It would be strange not to hate Nyarlathotep.
“No.” Hastur shook his head and said, “I don’t have the wonderful feeling of hatred.”
He turned his head, revealing his face wrapped in golden bandages:
“It’s just that once He is angry, I will be happy. His plan has failed, and I will be happy, as if I have enjoyed an unforgettable tragedy. If His incarnation dies, I will personally come to the stage to sing His hymn and mourn Him. the death of…”
“….We probably have such a friendly relationship.”
“It’s not friendly at all.”
Yu couldn’t help complaining, then turned her head and looked at Hastur, her eyes gradually condensed and said:
“Gossip is short, Your Majesty Hastur, what’s the point of you coming here to find me this time?”