Chapter 167 The high-dimensional observer is a large salted fish?

Chapter 167 The high-dimensional observer is a large salted fish?

Late at night, everything is silent.

Forsi, who pretended to be resting and sleeping, carefully got up. After confirming that Xio had rested, he returned to the room, closed the door and window, and began to pray.

"The Lord of Chaos and Order."

"The origin of all rules in the starry sky."

"He who returns the stars."

…

After about ten minutes, a starry opening was once again drawn on the ceiling, with stars dotted inside, dazzlingly bright.

Every time he saw this starry sky, Forsi couldn't help but marvel at it. That was where the stars were. It was so beautiful.

This is the kingdom of gods described in mythology.

"What's the matter?"

After speaking lightly, Forsi put away his distracting thoughts and began to report about the Fool and the followers of the stars.

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur was originally in a drowsy state, but was disturbed by the appearance of the Star Apostle, and suddenly became energetic.

He only has two followers in total. Bernadette is still far away in the Southern Continent and not in Backlund at all. Only Forsi is the only star believer in the entire Backlund.

The disciple of the stars that the Nighthawks team was chasing was 100% fake. He was probably an Extraordinary who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

"That's a trap, don't ignore it."

Hasta thought for a while and decided to give Forsi a little reminder to prevent her from accidentally getting involved in this matter.

"Concerning the Fool, do the stars have any new instructions?"

Hastur thought about his own experience and said calmly: "You can try praying late at night."

"Follow the guidance of the stars!"

Hastur cut off the connection with Forsi and took back the starry sky.

He felt that it was necessary to remind Forsi in the future not to come to pray until late at night every time. It could be done earlier, such as around eleven o'clock.

But when he thought that late at night was when the stars shone brightest, he gave up the idea of ​​correcting Forsi.

I only hope that after Forsi goes to Sefirah Castle and becomes a member of the Tarot Society, he will be able to disturb him less late at night.

It was so annoying to be woken up suddenly by someone who was sleeping soundly.

Let Mr. Fool experience this feeling more.

With Forsi's interruption, Hasta couldn't sleep for a while, so he looked at the star where the high-dimensional overlooker was.

In the past few days, the high-dimensional overlookers have been walking along the seaside. Except for occasionally using their extraordinary ability to travel through time and space, they are no different from ordinary people in other aspects.

At the moment, He seemed to have arrived at a port and was squatting on the shore, admiring the boats that went out to sea for fishing in the moonlight and the stars that gathered together in the night.

Could it be that the high-dimensional overlooker wants to go to sea?

Hastur really hopes that the high-dimensional overlooker will go to the sea. There is enough space there and it is far enough away from Backlund, and he can also enjoy the style of the sea.

After looking at the incarnation of the High-dimensional Overlooker, Hastur turned his gaze to another small point of light. The pair of white crystal eyeballs still hung high in the depths of the chaotic clouds, like a gem embedded in the deep sky.

Hastur thought to himself, if the Lord of Storms could notice it and then strike down a few thunderbolts to crush the white crystal eyeball, it would be better than leaving it hanging in the sky.

Just as he was thinking that, a black cloud that looked like it was dyed with ink suddenly gathered near the white crystal eyeballs.

Inside the black cloud, lightning and thunder were commotion, and the purple thunder that shot out from time to time was like a giant python quietly peeking its head to watch.

This is definitely not a normal natural phenomenon!

Did the Storm Lord really notice these white crystal eyeballs?

Hastur was in high spirits and no longer sleepy. He zoomed in closer so that he could more intuitively feel the violence of the storm.

If there is popcorn, the movie-watching experience will definitely be upgraded to another level.

The white crystal eyeballs realized the danger and wanted to turn into a stream of light and go away, but a black curtain shrouded it, seeming to cut off the surrounding space.

The thunder and lightning that had been brewing for a long time finally gathered enough power to send out a pure white lightning that illuminated the entire night sky!

That is lightning concentrated to the extreme!

Boom!

A heavy muffled thunder flashed across the sky, and some sleeping people were awakened by the sudden explosion of thunder.

The white crystal eyeball was severely damaged, and its flawless surface was covered with dense cracks, but it was not completely cracked after all.

And with the power of this lightning strike, it turned into a meteor from high altitude and fell to the earth.

Only a pure white crack was left in the sky drawn by the lightning.

"Tsk, the Storm Lord has already planned this."

Hastur was very happy to see it. After all, he also hated the pair of eyeballs that were always hanging high in the sky.

Now that it has been struck down by thunder, even if it is not completely shattered, its power must have been greatly reduced and it will no longer be able to peek at everything from high in the sky.

"The direction in which those white crystal eyeballs fell seems to be the direction of the Republic of Intis."

Hastur was surprised that the incarnation of the High-dimensional Overlooker was not in that direction, but in the Entema Port area in the Kingdom of Loen.

Is it simply unable to control the direction of the fall, or is there some other plan?

After the meteor completely fell, Hastur turned his gaze to the small point of light where the incarnation of the High-dimensional Overlooker was.

He didn't have any special reaction. He just looked up and then continued to stare at the fishing boats fishing in the distant sea.

He didn't even care at all. Could it be that those white crystal eyeballs didn't have much effect on him?

Hasta looked for a while and found that the High Dimension Overlooker was quite calm and didn't care about what happened in the sky at all.

Perhaps for Him, all this was just a novel experience, and there was no other special meaning.

Hasta would rather the High Dimension Overlooker had some reaction to it, rather than this indifferent attitude.

Generally, people who can maintain an indifferent attitude towards everything either have a strong inner world or are just lying down and messing up.

The High Dimension Overlooker shouldn't be the latter, right?

Hasta was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression.

From the time the High Dimension Overlooker descended his incarnation to the present time when the White Crystal Eyeball was knocked down from the sky by the Lord of Storms, He seemed to have never really cared.

He wouldn't be as angry as the Lamp God, nor would he be as domineering as the Super Star Overlord, nor would he be as unpredictable as the Mother Tree of Desire.

"Could it be that the High Dimension Overlooker is really just an extra-large salted fish?"

Hasta tried to think about it. When Fors became a powerful existence comparable to the Outer Gods, what would she do?

...It seems that it can really overlap with the shadow of the high-dimensional overwatcher.

"How great it would be if that were true."

Hasta thought for a while, then gave up guessing the thoughts of the high-dimensional overwatcher, and turned to think about the Storm Lord's move tonight.

From the Storm Lord's move to the end, it only took a few breaths.

This shows that tonight's action had been planned long ago.

But why did I see it?

Just a simple coincidence?

Or is there another reason?

I didn't expect the Storm Lord to send down thunder to destroy the pair of white crystal eyeballs until tonight, but I just happened to witness this scene.

"Maybe I thought too much. With the Storm Lord's temper, he didn't take action before, just because he was not prepared."

Hasta thought for a while, and then left the Hall of Stars.

...

In the hospital, on the bed, Will was leaning on the pillow, deftly folding white paper into thousands of paper cranes with his hands.

His left leg was wrapped in white bandages, and the nurse was very considerate to tie a bow for him.

His operation went smoothly, and he did not die due to the failure of the operation. His left leg was also healed and preserved. He only needed to rest in the hospital for about half a month before he could be discharged.

"My fate has really changed. The feeling is getting stronger and stronger. My fate has finally come to Backlund."

"Should I find a way to connect with him beyond fate, or let everything go with the flow?"

"Fate is unpredictable. If I keep forcing it, will it lead to a completely different fate?"

Will folded a thousand paper cranes while thinking about various possible situations in his mind.

After a while, a young doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses came out of the door.

Will looked up and smiled sweetly.

Dr. Allen was also the attending physician for his operation this time.

According to his original idea, he would become the son of Dr. Allen after his operation failed.

But now, his operation was successful, and it was naturally impossible for him to reincarnate as the son of Dr. Allen again. The fate that might have existed was changed by him.

After checking Will's physical condition, Dr. Allen said happily: "Will, you look very good and your body has recovered very well. I believe that you will be able to leave the hospital in good health in a short time."

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Allen."

Will thought for a while and said: "Dr. Allen is very lucky. He will definitely give birth to a smart and filial son."

"Will, how do you know that I'm going to be a father soon?" Dr. Allen looked at Will in surprise. He didn't remember mentioning this.

Will smiled brightly, "I heard the nurse mention it."

Dr. Allen leaned down slightly, touched Will's head and smiled: "It would be great if my future children could be as well-behaved and cute as you."

"Here, Dr. Allen, this is my blessing."

Will handed a folded paper crane to Dr. Allen.

"Will, thank you for your blessing."

Dr. Allen put away the paper crane and left the ward under Will's gaze.