The Endless Shuttle

PS: To be honest, I don’t understand "The King of Yellow Clothes"...

Chapter One Hundred and Seventieth Meeting

"Hasta."

Answered Loki's question, but the blond girl didn't explain the deep meaning of this "name" too much.

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

In fact, Hasta had notified Xema, and the occultist was on his way.

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

After calming down his gaffe, Loki's mouth was trembling, he smiled awkwardly, and forcibly removed his attention from the stage performance.

The prologue of "The King of Yellow Clothes" is about to come to an end, the "Queen" has already left the scene, and the "Stranger" is preparing to chant the feature film.

At the same time, Loki's heart became more and more irritable, almost making him unable to suppress the urge to run wild, wanting to release his authority to counteract this feeling.

But after all, he has lived for a long time. As a special **** of disobedience, Loki is different from his compatriots. It can be seen from the fact that he can hide under the eyelids of Marquis Vorban for so long without revealing anything. He has enough Sufficient reason and wisdom to judge the current situation.

——Making enemies based on mood is a stupid behavior.

If there is no such thing as Hasta's words: "I have traveled to other kingdoms, and I have heard that some foreign gods have strong verbal effects only with their language. It is an "instinct" that even the gods themselves cannot control. ...You seem to belong to this category. Let me guess, are you the **** of Italy from ancient Roman mythology? "

The origin of opera was Italy in the sixteenth century, and Italian mythology was influenced by Roman mythology. Loki's speculation is quite satisfactory and extremely reasonable.

"No." Hasta replied simply.

She lightly touched the handrail with her right hand wearing the white ball master's gloves, and said with a slight irritation.

"Be quiet, the drama is about to begin. Noise in the opera is not allowed. If you keep chattering like this, I will solve you."

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

The fact is also true, how can the false gods inside the world gain access to the eyes of the "Lord of the Deep Sky Stars". She can be regarded as the existence of opponents, except for her own stubborn compatriots, there are only those ancient gods who imprisoned her.

Especially the "Stars" among them——

She would only reveal the "human girl" mode in front of the Rope she longed for. It was a mimicry carefully selected by Hasta, and theoretically it should please Rope.

At other times, the chaotic and indifferent thinking mode of the "old ruler" is Hasta's best choice.

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

"Sitting with you, it's really less fun to talk. I thought that the words of my compatriots should have a common language. It seems that I am passionate."

He stood up and moved in the direction of the main entrance.

"Let's take a look at your current "territory"... You shouldn't mind it? "

"up to you."

Hasta snapped his fingers, and the surrounding lights went out, leaving the stage white.

When the drama officially began, even if it had been seen thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, or even countless, Hasta still devoted himself to his most admired artistic masterpiece.

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

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

The God of Wisdom thought, using the information revealed from Hasta's simple words to piece together the truth of the incident.

Dense fog is the unknown, and humans will have a sense of fear for the unknown. Monsters in the fog cannot be summoned, looking for weak-willed people to transform, let the monsters use fear as food, keep hunting the remaining strong-willed people, destroying their psychological defenses, and finally infect like a virus. This is turned into "hell"...

However, human power cannot achieve such a huge project. I think it is also with the help of the "goddess of opera" or some other extraordinary power... Loki thought so, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

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

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

When Loki passed by another small, dimly lit room, his god's vision keenly noticed the existence of some kind of living thing inside.

-Is it a human? Rocky wasn't sure.

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

From left to right, the first person on the pillar was peeled off, dripping with blood. The second is to goug his eyes, crying in pain with blood and tears. The third was cut off with his left hand and fell into a coma. The fourth one is even more exaggerated, her belly is completely cut open, empty.

The four suffering people all have the same characteristic, that is, in the face of this amount of bleeding that is enough to die, they live stubbornly and painfully, seeming to be suspended by some strange force.

"Miss Goddess, I really have a terrible interest..."

Just a simple glance, Loki continued to walk away.

He has no reason to save mankind, because this does not bring him "happiness."

At the end of the corridor, another doorless door appeared in Loki's line of sight. Outside is an open-air promenade, and the green trees and flowers planted around it are not very clear due to the dense fog. I am afraid it was originally a small courtyard for the audience to relax after watching the opera. It is indeed excellent and intimate. service.

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

Loki sighed, turned his head and said.

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

Behind Loki, the dim and empty corridor gradually rippled.

Xima appeared out of thin air, leaning against the wall, staring at the self-propelled, bragging, shameless **** of disobedience like a knife.

"The long-lost water magic cannot be concealed from the eyes of the **** of obscurity. The middle-level power of the Moon World is still not enough to see."

"No matter where, very superb technology, don't underestimate yourself, sir."

Rocky said modestly. "Thor's grandfather is the sea **** Egil, thanks to my staid enemy, I didn't have a girl to make waves in the sea before. The magical steam fantasy can't stop my sight."

In myths and legends, Loki's son, the earthly python, was produced in the ocean.

"Is it……"

Xima didn't care, anyway, water magic was just a handy emergency thing, and the Cthulhu Secret Art that was majoring in now was not that easy to fool.

He stood up straight and bowed to the **** of fire in Norse mythology.

"Meeting for the first time, "God of Prank and Fire" Loki. "

Xima raised her head, and a stiff smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Want to come and play a game with me?"