Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

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

Chapter one hundred and seventieth meeting

"Hasta."

Answered Loki's question, but the blond girl didn't explain the deep meaning of the "name" any further.

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

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

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

After calming down his gaffe, the corners of Loki's mouth trembled, he smiled awkwardly, and forced his attention away from the performance on stage.

The prologue of "The King in Yellow Clothes" is almost over, "The Queen" has already left the stage, and "The Stranger" is preparing for the recitation of the feature film.

At the same time, Loki's heart became more and more irritable, almost making him unable to suppress the urge to go berserk, and wanted to unleash his authority to counteract this feeling.

But after all, he still lived 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 Marquis Vauban for so long, it can be seen that he has enough Use sufficient reason and wisdom to judge the current situation.

——To make enemies out of one's mood is the most foolish act.

He vaguely put Hastur's words on it: "I have traveled to other kingdoms, and I have heard that some foreign gods have a strong verbal effect just by speaking, which is an "instinct" that even the gods themselves can't control. ...you look like that.Let me guess, you are the god of ancient Roman mythology derived from Italy? "

The origin of opera is Italy in the [-]th century, and Italian mythology is influenced by Roman mythology. Rocky's guess is very reasonable and extremely reasonable.

"No." Hastur replied simply.

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

"Be quiet a little bit, the main drama is about to start, and murmurs in the opera are not allowed. If you keep chattering like this, I'll take care of you."

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

The fact is also the case, how can the false gods in the world gain the insight of the "Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea".She can be regarded as an opponent, except for her stubborn compatriots, there are only those ancient gods who imprison her.

Especially the "stars" among them——

She would only show her "human girl" model in front of Rope, who she longed for. It was Hastur's carefully selected mimetic thinking, and theoretically it should please Rope.

At other times, the chaotic and apathetic mindset of the Old Ones is Hastur's choice.

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

"Sitting at the table with you is really a little less fun. I thought that the words of my compatriots should have a common language. It seems that I am self-indulgent."

He stood up and moved towards the front door.

"Take a look at your current "territory"...you shouldn't mind, right? "

"up to you."

Hastur snapped his fingers, and all the lights around him went out, leaving the stage pure white.

When the play officially began, even though it had been watched thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, even countless times, Hastur was still devoted to his most admired masterpiece of art.

Loki shrugged and was a little speechless at this indifferent goddess who only had "opera" in her mind.

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

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

Thick 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, let the monsters use fear as food, keep hunting the remaining strong-willed people, destroy their psychological defense lines, and eventually infect like a virus. This place becomes "hell"...

However, it is impossible for human power to accomplish such a huge project. I think it is also with the help of the "Opera Goddess", or some other extraordinary power... Loki thought this, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but hang a smile.

"How about an interesting game. Is the enemy this time a "Great Spellcaster"?Although it is not rare for a hundred years, the idea is very novel, which is very suitable for my appetite. "

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

As Loki passed another small, dimly lit room, his divine vision was keenly aware of the existence of some kind of living creature.

- Are you human?Loki wasn't sure.

A total of four were bound. From the pieces of clothes scattered on the ground, it could be seen that they were once staff members of the Opera House.

From left to right, the first person on the pillar was peeled and covered in blood.The second was gouging out his eyes and crying in pain with blood and tears.The third had his left hand chopped off and fell into a coma.The fourth is even more exaggerated, her stomach was completely cut open, and there was nothing left.

The four sufferers all have the same characteristic, that is, in the face of this bloody amount of death, they lived tenaciously and painfully, as if they were suspended by some strange force.

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

Just a simple glance, Loki continued to walk.

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

At the end of the corridor, another door without a door appeared in Loki's line of sight.The outside is an open-air promenade. The green trees and flowers planted around are not very clear because of the thick fog. I am afraid 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 scenery, the foggy weather really affects the mood."

Loki sighed and turned around.

"Are you right, the unknown gentleman who has been following me since just now. In this enchantment, there is still a beautiful young man who is leisurely following a beautiful young man. I am afraid that there is no one other than the perpetrator of the incident?"

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

Kesma appeared out of thin air, leaning against the wall, staring at the self-proclaimed, shameless god of disobedience like a knife.