The Endless Shuttle

"Please, forgive me... please, take my knowledge away... the great king of yellow clothes, the lord of the deep sky star sea... please..."

Gada frowned and watched this scene, and couldn't help but ask Luo Pei in a low voice.

"Master Rope, if I violated your order and delved into "The King of Yellow Clothes" privately, would the things kneeling there become me?"

"It might be possible."

Rope said ambiguously.

"Gada, you have me by your side, so naturally you don't have to worry about safety."

But the mental state is not guaranteed.

The voice of the two men awakened the worshipping man. He turned his head abruptly and stared at the position of the black-haired youth with bloodshot eyes.

The sobbing stopped, only a smile remained on his face.

Slowly, he crawled towards the black-haired youth step by step, as if his legs had lost the ability to walk.

"Oh! The immortal great occultist must hang on the highest star in the dark, you are here...Please allow me, who is humble and honored to be enlightened, Abel pays you the deepest respect..."

Abel kissed the carpet at Rope's feet, and showed respect and courtesy to the demon **** with a humble attitude like an ant.

"What is the degree of completion of "Altar" now? "

"One hundred percent, sir." Abel said: "Just waiting for you to preside over the most glorious ceremony in the world..."

He hugged "The King of Yellow Clothes" and cried distressedly again.

"Please, let me stay here, let me listen to the hymn from Lake Harry... Master Hasta never responds to my prayers, I am going crazy..."

There is a sick sentence in this sentence.

In Rope's view, Abel was not "going crazy", but was already crazy.

His reason is being eaten away by indescribable knowledge, the candle of life is swaying in the wind, and only the soul is left to the Lord of the deep sky star sea.

"permit."

"Thank you, thanks to the great occultist..."

Abel reluctantly handed over "The King of Yellow Clothes" and said with a cry and smile.

"Please, my lord. This is the beginning of everything and the end of everything..."

Luo Pei accepts "The King of Yellow Clothes" blankly.

The light green-haired girl had long been sitting in the auditorium not far from the aisle because she could not bear such a nervous conversation.

It's really been a long time since I saw Hasta last time... It's been more than 1,500 years, right...

Standing on the stage, the black-haired youth thought so.

The old dominator who has given him a tremendous help and can lay a firm foundation for growth. No matter how dangerous her thoughts are, Rope thanked Hasta from the heart.

Today, let the anxiety go to nothingness and build a truly good relationship.

The music of Tuva's elegy came from all around the hall, and the arrival of the King of Yellow Clothes officially began.

There is no great momentum.

There are no splendid scenes either.

Rope's identity is the best pass to simplify everything.

Cut the wrist and let the precious blood of the demigod fall down on the stage. The simple and unpretentious reading of the black-haired youth started the script of the first act and the second scene of "The King of Yellow Clothes".

"The clouds shattered along the shore of the lake, the twin sun fell on the lake, and the long and narrow shadow fell on Kalksa.

The black star rises in the strange night, the strange moon lingers on the zenith, and the stranger than the strange is the lost Kalksa.

Xu Ades sang loudly, the king's rags were erratic, and the singing that no one could hear was withered in the dim Kalksa.

My soul can still sing, my voice has long since died, and the tears of those who have not died have dried up on the lost Kalksa..."

The original actor's actor was killed behind the curtain, and his soul drifted towards Hasta's kingdom of God, the Pleiades in the Lake Harry.

In the dark, Luo Pei's divine power was connected with the lord of the deep sky star sea, the altar worked, and inexplicable emotions flowed into the hearts of the black-haired youth.

That emotion is joy, surprise, and even more irresistible love--

If among the evil gods that shook the starry sky, truly singled out an old dominator who was purely concerned with the existence of Rope, I am afraid that there would only be Hasta, who holds a pathological concept.

From the first act to the end of the second act, the repertoire of "The King of Yellow Clothes" is not too long.

When Gada suddenly recovered, the seat next to her was already full of strange creatures. Those races that believe in the king of yellow clothes in the starry sky are indulged in the cappella of the opera.

The messy and powerful power made Gada, who was the true ancestor, a little strenuous.

In the end, the ripples resemble a mirror surface, and the shattered dreams in a trance.

The girl with light green hair saw the great on stage.

Wrapped in a shabby yellow robe, countless brown octopus tentacles spread out from the bottom of the robe, entrenched on the stage, with a sacred seal hanging on his chest, and his faceless appearance quietly looked at Luo Pei.

The power of God, occupying the entire opera house, began to slowly weaken under manipulation.

The black-haired youth closed the script of "The King of Yellow Clothes" and saluted gracefully.

"His Majesty Hasta, it's been a long time since I've seen you, and I am deeply grateful for your promise."

This is the return of Hasta, the great evil **** symbolizing the "wind" among the rulers of the old days, the "Lord of the Deep Sky and Seas".

PS:

It’s been a long time since I watched "The King of Yellow Clothes" again, but I still didn’t understand the connotation...

Chapter 61: The Old Friends, the Master of the Deep Sky and Stars

Since the old rulers were sealed by the ancient gods, their fearsome legends have gradually lost. If they hadn't existed in the world of "Cthulhu Mythology", they would have been unknown and few people knew.

But these ancient evil gods have lived for too long.

Even if the eulogy is lost, it will not affect them to leave traces in the various civilizations in the multiverse.

Among them, Hasta is regarded as the evil **** who left a lot of weird and interesting things.

According to unsearchable or completely false rumors, in some human civilizations of the world, the ancient Chinese emperors' habit of wearing bright yellow robes is a clue to the "king of yellow clothes" Hasta. In the ancient mythology of the Corviians, there is an octopus **** who wears a yellow robe, and regards the yellow robe as a taboo color.