The old man was a little surprised. In the past, few people talked to him.

He pulled down his heavy beer bottle glasses and looked at Kesma carefully.

"College students? Graduation thesis on urban construction?"

"almost."

"Ha." The old man sighed proudly. "Avosta's drainage equipment has always been ranked among the top in Sweden. You really chose the right place for your field trip." He pointed to Kesma's feet. "Young man, at your feet, there is the largest cluster of water pipes in the town, densely packed, if you want to see it up close, I suggest you look for the municipal council over there, maybe they will open the door of the low ditch for you. "

"Thank you, that's enough." Kesma repeated again.

"Quite enough."

Yes, enough.

As the place where the water magic enchantment is cast, Kesma doesn't even need to deliberately describe the incantations of those mortals, and can create a high-quality magic workshop with simple guidance.

People in the tower, let's take it as Hastur's appetizer dessert first...

He walked up, but half-middle-waisted back, squinting at the old man who had started reading the newspaper again.

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

"……Neuropathy."

The old man ignored Ksma, turned the page of the newspaper and continued to read.

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

Then die.

The old man shall die, the woman shall die, the child shall die, and all mankind shall die—

Stepping on the iron stairs, Kesma walked to the top floor with firm steps, as pious as a pilgrimage.

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

Finally got to the top floor.

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

Kesma nodded with satisfaction, and made a very dangerous move - at the very edge of the tower, he sat down with his legs hanging in the air.

"Fly..."

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

Immediately afterwards, Kesma folded her hands together and recited a magic incantation.

Contained in the water, the ancient mystery was pulled out, and a perfect water magic workshop was instantly formed, trapping the people in the entire iron tower in place.

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

"Mom! Mom!" a child was crying.

"Lina! Look! These waters are floating in the sky!" Some madmen were screaming wildly.

This is the form of beings.

It's the leisurely film freeze before death takes away the soul.

"It's time, Hastur..." Kesma murmured in a low voice.

"Come on, dinner plates and scarves are ready. Wake up from Lake Harry, it's time to pay, it's time to play, lord of the deep space star sea..."

There is no great momentum, nor the usual reality-distorting power.

Just after an ominous breeze blew, Hastur, the master of the deep space star sea, the king of yellow clothes, 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 freely distributed.

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

"Welcome back, old friend."

Chapter [-] Let's have fun together

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

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

"It's not relying on divine power, but direct consciousness... Hmph, I escaped the surveillance of those scumbags with the method 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... Thank you very much, Rope. "

As a god of the "Four Elements of Chaos" symbolizing "Wind", no matter how low-key Hastur is, the ancient gods will not relax their surveillance.

The one who was in charge of monitoring Hastur was the ancient god who represented "planetary movement" and "vitality" in the Primordial Age - "The Starlighter" Tebos.

"Ok?"

After the emotion was over, the deity's probing nerves prevailed.

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

"No, although everything from the soul to the 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 Occupy our "treasure"..."

For a moment, or not even a moment.

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

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