Chapter 264 The Planner of Destiny
From the reactions of Caius and others just now, they respected him very much, although this respect did not necessarily come directly from himself, but might be a symbolic meaning of his existence.
He had thought about his relationship with the Yellow King a long time ago, and there were only two possibilities.
The first possibility was that he was a special existence arranged by the Yellow King, and He wanted to be resurrected from him, similar to Tianzun and Klein.
The second possibility was that he was just a small chess piece in the script written by the Yellow King, and He was observing him from the starry sky.
But these possibilities, in front of the Hall of Stars, had some unknown changes.
The power of the stars suppressed the arrangement left by the Yellow King on him, so he still maintained a clear mind, instead of becoming a substitute for others and falling directly into a box.
Hasta had thought about these speculations many times, but he had never been able to confirm them.
For the current situation, it was a bit too far away.
Hasta just thought about it and began to think about a more realistic solution.
A direct fight would definitely not work. Together with Sharon, he could barely deal with a Sequence 4 demigod, but the housekeeper and Lady Lisa just now were hard to tell.
But their status was definitely above Caius. According to the principle of respecting basic strength in the extraordinary world, those two people were at least Sequence 4.
Plus Caius and the other five, the combat power was a bit different.
The second way was to attract external aid to break the situation, such as Will, such as the descendant of the evil god.
He had not entered the Hall of Stars during this period, and he didn't know how Mr. A was doing.
The third way was to let nature take its course. Since he couldn't escape in a short time, he would join them. Maybe he could become a pope with his own uniqueness.
From the current situation, the third way was the most suitable.
"Isn't this their purpose?"
"Letting me open the golden box is to confirm my uniqueness?"
"Usurping the faith left by the Yellow King is also a good counterattack."
Hastur slowly thought about the feasibility in his mind, and Azshara lay quietly under Hastur's armpit.
When the sun completely set, the door was knocked. Hastur sat up straight on the bed, exhaled lightly, and put on an elegant smile on his face.
He stood up and walked to the mirror on the table, as if muttering to himself: "Relax, this is not a big deal, maybe they don't have any ill will towards me."
"Meow."
Azshara jumped over and wanted Hastur to take it with him, but it was still left in the room.
The door opened, and Hastur followed Caius outside the door downstairs to prepare for dinner.
The dining table on the first floor was a long and flat oval with a total of eleven chairs.
Hastur naturally sat at the top position, and knives, forks, spoons and other items were already placed in front of him.
Then, the maids began to take turns to serve food.
These people were ordinary people, and the maid I met today was not here.
Except Caius, no one else showed up.
"It seems that they are not in a hurry."
Hastur enjoyed dinner silently. Although the food here was far less exquisite and delicious than Backlund, it tasted good and above the passing line.
"It tastes good."
Hasta gave an evaluation, and Caius, who was standing by, smiled and said, "Your recognition is our greatest honor."
After dinner, Caius asked the maids to pack up and leave.
He knew that the young noble in front of him had something to ask him.
Hasta placed his right hand casually on the table, tapped the table with his index finger and said, "Can I still trust you?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Caius felt that Hasta, who was sitting in the first seat at the moment, was like a god, and there was an invisible pressure emanating from him.
It made people feel afraid from the bottom of their hearts.
Caius collected his thoughts and said respectfully: "We never intended to hurt you with our lies."
Hasta did not comment on this, and said lightly: "Do you have a pope?"
"The position of the pope has been vacant, and it is waiting for a suitable person to step up and greet the worship of all believers."
"If I join you, can I become your pope?"
"We have been following the shadow of the gods, and only those who can listen to the oracle can become the pope."
"Has the god you believe in ever issued an oracle?"
"No."
"Then how can you be sure of His existence?"
Caius was silent for a while, still calmly said: "After we embarked on this extraordinary path, He has been leading us forward."
"What do you call Him?"
This is a very disrespectful question, but Hastur really wants to know the answer to this question.
Caius lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, his eyes showing fanatical worship, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "The Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky, the nameless one in the chaos and formlessness, He is the planner of destiny, the script He wrote will surely be performed, He is the Yellow King who plays with the world, and the figure He left behind is the direction we will always follow!"
The Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky, the nameless one in the chaos and formlessness, the planner of destiny.
Hasta silently recited these three honorific names several times in his heart, trying to find out the special place of the Yellow King.
But there was not much gain, the Lord of the Star Sea and the Nameless One, these two honorific titles, Hasta already knew them all.
What he cares about more is the honorific title of destiny planner.
Will once said that the yellow monks know how to deal with 008.
From this sentence, it can be seen that the authority of the King in Yellow involves two paths: destiny and audience.
Well, to be precise, it is a combination of two extraordinary paths.
Hastur glanced at the excited and excited Caius, and did not ask him any other questions.
A fanatical believer could not provide him with a correct answer.
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, Hastur was already lying on the big bed. No one would disturb him. His power here is indeed equivalent to that of a lord, and he can do whatever he wants.
If it weren't for the golden box still lying in the middle of the hall on the first floor, reminding him all the time that this place is closely related to the yellow monks.
He didn't feel anything wrong. Caius and others did not deliberately avoid him when doing things and talking, and always maintained respect for him.
When he set a few rules in the room to avoid being peeped, he fell asleep and went to the Hall of Stars.
Hall of Stars
Hastur looked across the stars, but still couldn't find the star where the Yellow King was.
He had no choice but to look back at the star of the real Creator and find the light spot of Mr. A.
In the light spot picture, Mr. A had moved to a new place and was kneeling in front of the statue, praying non-stop.
Hastur directly performed divine revelation and entered his dream to learn about all of Mr. A's experiences during this period.
After seeing that Mr. A had completed the task perfectly, he thought about it and decided to give Mr. A a good performance evaluation, just as an encouragement for his hard work.
When Mr. A came to the familiar sea again, opposite the holy mountain in the dream, he knew that the Lord's eyes were on him again.
He crawled on the sea to welcome the Lord's gaze.
"You are very good."
The oracle drilled into his ears like a magic sound, and set off a huge wave in his mind.
The dream was broken, and Mr. A was still crawling on the ground, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and his whole body trembled constantly.
Very good.
You are very good.
This is the recognition from the Lord!
Mr. A was so excited that he could not express it in words. He could feel that his violently beating heart was about to fly out of his heart.
He used all his strength to control the expression on his face that wanted to twitch and wriggle. In the end, he suppressed the smile that wanted to laugh, leaving only a smile hanging on the corner of his slightly raised mouth.
He had never heard of other believers who had been rewarded by the Lord.
I am afraid that even Lord Ouroboros would find it difficult to be praised by the Lord, right?
The dark world in the basement that had been completely sealed by the boulder suddenly brightened up. It was a starry sky suspended on the top of the coffin.
The starry sky was bright and dazzling, dispelling the dark and lightless world.
Four starlight chains like tentacles stretched out from the depths of the starry sky and tightly wrapped around the four corners of the coffin that carried the power of the evil god's offspring.
With the baptism of the power of the stars, the breath of the stars here gradually became stronger, constantly eliminating and purifying other powers.
The originally dark coffin gradually faded from black to translucent.
When the starlight above the head dissipated and left, everything returned to calm.
…
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur held his forehead with one hand, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he was in severe pain.
“It will take another two nights for me to completely transform the offspring of the evil god into a believer of the stars, but the consciousness that was originally to be born seemed to have been cleared out during the purification process just now.”
Hasta carefully recalled all the details that had just happened. He took advantage of Mr. A to reach the basement and baptize with the power of the Hall of Stars.
Purify the consciousness that may belong to the real creator in that body, leaving only pure energy in that body.
In the process, because the newly born consciousness was more inclined to the real creator, it was wiped out by the baptism of the stars.
“This is not bad, leaving only an empty shell without any consciousness, just like the container for the goddess of night to descend, that body is the container for the stars to descend.”
Hasta thought for a while and felt that it was indeed feasible, so he left the Hall of Stars and lay on the bed to sleep.