Chapter 271 The Thief of Destiny Dies at the Hand of Destiny

Chapter 271 The Thief of Destiny Dies at the Hand of Destiny

The spirit world is quiet, and the real world is quiet too.

On this night when the crimson moon is dim and the stars are shining brightly, the young man standing on the lake is as invincible as a god.

He only needs to speak gently to make the powerful spirit creatures leave.

This kind of majesty seems to be not much different from the legendary gods.

The yellow monks who were originally following Dickaf are not as firm as they were at the beginning, and their beliefs are wavering.

Even Dickaf himself was stunned for a moment, but he knew that he couldn't continue like this, otherwise fewer and fewer people would choose to follow him.

"Under the protection of fate, Dickaf tonight is the embodiment of luck. His mythical creature form is very stable, and he will be invincible tonight."

Dickaf gave himself a blessing of fate and began to show his mythical creature form.

The first thing that changed was his eyes. The arc-shaped lines symbolizing fate covered his pupils, and then spread along his eyes to his eye sockets, forehead, and cheeks.

His arms began to swell, and a pair of arms grew out from his waist and armpits. Each arm was engraved with dense black lines, like a legendary story from outside the starry sky, turning into a piggy bank of characters.

A red tail about two meters long grew out from behind his buttocks, bright red like fire, and then burned fiercely.

His body also began to grow larger and larger in waves of flesh and blood expansion, and the clothes on his body were directly burst, turning into ragged rags hanging on his shoulders and waist.

This is not a complete mythical creature form.

Hasta saw through the truth of Dickaf at a glance. The cunning man just wanted to trick him at the critical moment.

His eyes were deep, and he spoke calmly: "Tonight Dickaf is the abandoned child of fate. His mythical creature form is always full of shortcomings. Two different consciousnesses are born in his mind. They are arguing, they are fighting, and they completely make Dickaf fall into eternal madness."

In terms of fate, Hasta really wanted to see who is the darling of fate between himself and Dickaf in front of him.

When Hastur said the first sentence, Dickaf realized that something was wrong.

His mythical creature form was in chaos and imbalance for no reason and could not maintain stability.

Not only that, a new consciousness seemed to be born in his mind, and the new consciousness grew rapidly, from being insignificant at the beginning to gradually being able to compete with him.

This further aggravated the collapse of his mythical creature form.

Finally, his arms on both sides swung their fists at each other.

With his belly button as the center point, a bloody crack opened, and it continued to split to both sides, as if to tear his body completely in half!

Dickaf now had no intention of dealing with Hastur. He was suffering from the backlash of fate, and his misfortune index was constantly increasing.

He had become an outcast of fate.

At this moment, Dickaf heard a series of low and hoarse whispers, which were full of blasphemous obscenities!

The unpredictable force spread over his unbalanced body, starting from his feet, and the flesh and blood kept breaking and falling off piece by piece. The blood that flowed out was black because it was all polluted.

From the feet to the knees, to the waist and abdomen, and then to the neck, the flesh and blood fell off, and only the head remained.

"Destiny retraces!"

Dicaf was not dead yet. He opened his mouth and shouted, and his body that was originally eroded and polluted by the dirty words gradually recovered, and the instability of the mythical creature form was suppressed and cleared.

Hastur did not interrupt his recovery. He was observing the extraordinary path left by the King in Yellow through Decaf.

The so-called destiny retracing is more like a lower-level substitute for Will's destiny restart.

Although it can avoid fatal injuries, it is more used for self-protection, not as magical as Will.

"Chaos!"

"Imbalance!"

"Death!"

Hasta seemed to be a god who made another judgment. Decaf's body, which had just recovered, split again, and his mythical creature form was completely unbalanced and shattered.

Decaf retraced his fate again, returning himself to the fate that had not been hurt.

"Retrace your fate!"

Just then, Dickaf heard a whisper that made him shudder from the bottom of his heart.

Fate continued to turn without his control, from a fate that had not suffered any harm to a fate that was on the verge of death.

How could this be possible!

Dickaf was left with only a lonely head, a pair of eyes full of fear, looking at the young man opposite in shock.

From the beginning, this mysterious young man had successively displayed several extraordinary abilities that had no connection.

There were extraordinary abilities from the Judgment Path, the Dark Devouring from the Night Path, and the foul language from the Secret Prayer Path. Now he showed his ability to control the Fate Path.

Dickaf had seen the shepherds of the Secret Prayer. Although they could also display extraordinary abilities from many different paths, they were far less terrifying.

Could he really be the incarnation of the gods descending to the world?

Is he the real blasphemer?

Dickaf laughed at himself. He had been waiting for the gods to give him revelation, but the gods had never given him even a glance.

How could he descend to the world specifically for himself?

With only one head left, Dickaf put away all other thoughts, stared calmly at the young man in front of him, and said slowly: "The entanglement of fate will not end because of this."

His last words died in flames.

died?

Is it so easy?

Hasta felt a little strange. He had always controlled the intensity of his attack and tried not to kill Decaf directly. After all, he wanted to understand the King in Yellow through Decaf.

But now, a Sequence 3 person died so easily in his hands, and he was also an Extraordinary person involved in the path of destiny.

Unless Dirkaf himself doesn't want to live, he will never die easily.

Is he a suicidal person?

Apparently not... Well, someone is trying to change my fate.

Hastur closed his eyes slightly and found the abnormal fate among the chaotic fate.

Decaf is not dead, he is hiding in his own destiny silently!

If I didn't have a strong sense of destiny, it would have been impossible to discover that Dirkaf could integrate into his destiny.

He seems to be assimilating his fate?

No, it should be said that he is stealing his own destiny!

Haha, the thief of fate.

"You are seeking your own death."

Hastur silently replaced the fate line that Decaf was stealing with the night when the original owner held a resurrection ceremony before he crossed over.

Hastur had no impression of that night, so he wanted to use Decaf's ability to steal fate to help him.

Well, he didn't want to take the risk himself, and his spiritual intuition reminded him that it was very dangerous.

Let's take advantage of this opportunity and let Dickaf be the demining soldier.

With Hastur's indulgence, Decaf quickly stole that section of the fate line.

But soon, Dekafu made a sound of panic and tried his best to escape from that fate as quickly as possible.

But in the entanglement of fate, where can you come when you want and leave when you want?

Soon, Dickafe completely fell in fear and despair.

He died on Hastur's fateful line.

From the final appearance of Decaf's death, Hastur could sense the aura of the true Creator.

That night, the original owner really sought blessing from the True Creator, and he did succeed.

In the entangled fate, there is still a breath that does not belong to the true Creator.

A space-distance showdown between the real creator and the King in Yellow?

It's a pity that he, who was protected by the Palace of Stars, missed out in the end.

Hastur roughly reconstructed what happened that night in his mind.

After the fate there returned to calm again and continued to flow forward, Hastur opened his eyes.

At present, Dirkaf, who has been advocating that he should be made into a vessel for the coming of the King in Yellow, is dead.

In the Yellow Monk organization, only Lady Lisa, a devout believer who calls herself a follower, is left.

After getting rid of her, the Yellow Monk Organization will no longer be able to pose any threat to itself.

The mountain that used to weigh on his head was finally removed.

When Hastur's gaze swept across, Lady Lisa, who had been watching the battle neutrally, lowered her head, bent down and saluted, choosing to offer her loyalty.

"Your loyalty is worthless."

Hastur sneered at this kind of loyalty and chose to lower his head only after the situation became clear. Such loyalty was not sincere at all.

People like Caius who choose to bet early are more likely to gain his trust, which is a reward for discerning investors.

Mrs. Lisa lowered her head even lower and said with a slight trembling: "I shouldn't doubt your identity or be hesitant, but I swear on the rest of my life that I will always follow your footsteps until The end of life."

"Oaths are really a good thing. In order to gain trust, they are often too cheap and make the words that should be sacred full of filth."

Mrs. Lisa knelt down on the ground, knelt down and saluted, and said with a sad and choked voice: "The believer is guilty and is willing to accept any trial and verdict. I only hope that you will allow me to continue to follow you."

"Piety is the best way to please God."

Hastur left with his last words.

"Pious..."

Mrs. Lisa slowly raised her tear-stained face and looked at the black star in the starry sky.

Only now did she truly understand that sentence: "The twin suns sank toward the lake, and long shadows fell..."