Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 1195

"I beg you, please forgive me... Please, take my knowledge away... Great King in Yellow, Lord of the Star Sea in Deep Space... Please..."

Jiada frowned and watched this scene, and couldn't help asking Luo Pei in a low voice.

"Master Luo Pei, if I violate your order and study "The King in Yellow" privately, will the thing kneeling there become me?"

"That's not certain."

Rope said ambiguously.

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

But mental state is not guaranteed.

The sound of the two talking woke up the worshiping man. He turned his head abruptly, staring at the black-haired youth with his bloodshot eyes.

The sobbing stopped and there was only a smile 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! Immortal great mystic, who must hang on the darkest and highest star, you are here... Please allow me, who is humble and honored to be enlightened, Abel to pay you the deepest respect..."

Abel kissed the carpet at Rope's feet, offering respect and etiquette to the demon god with a humble, ant-like gesture.

"How complete is the Altar?" "

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

Holding "The King in Yellow Clothes", he began to cry again.

"Please, let me stay here, let me listen to the hymn from Lake Harry... Lord Hastur never answers my prayers, I'm going crazy..."

There is a flaw in this sentence.

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

His sanity is being eaten away by indescribable knowledge, the candle of his life is swaying in the wind, and only his soul is left to belong to the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea.

"permit."

"Thank you, thank you great great mystic..."

Abel handed over "The King in Yellow" reluctantly, crying and laughing.

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

Luo Pei took over "The King in Yellow" with a blank face.

The light green-haired girl had already sat in the auditorium not far from the aisle because she couldn't bear such a nervous conversation.

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

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

The Old One who gave him great help and could lay a solid foundation for growth. No matter how dangerous her thoughts were, Rope thanked Hastur from the bottom of her heart.

Today, let the restlessness go to nothing and build a really good relationship.

The music of Tuva's elegy came from all around the hall, and the coming of the king in yellow officially began.

There is no great momentum.

There are no gorgeous scenes.

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

Cut the wrist and let the precious blood of the demigod fall, dripping on the stage. The black-haired youth unpretentiously recited the script of Act I, Scene II of "The King in Yellow".

"Along the shores the clouds shattered, the twin suns sank on the edge of the lake, and long shadows descended on Carcosa.

The black star rises on the strange night, the strange moon hovers at the zenith, and even more strange than the strange is the lost Carcosa.

Hyades sang loudly, the king's rags fluttered, and the singing that no one could hear withered in the dim Carcosa.

My soul can still sing, my voice has long since died, and the tears of the dead and unsung have dried up in that lost Carcosa..."

The actor who played the original actor was killed behind the curtain, and his soul floated to Hastur's kingdom of God, Lake Harry of Alcyon XVI.

Somehow, Luo Pei's divine power had a connection with the Lord of the Star Sea in the deep space, the altar worked, and inexplicable emotions flowed into the heart of the black-haired youth.

That emotion is joy, surprise, and even more irrepressible admiration——

If among the evil gods that shake the starry sky, one is really singled out for the old ruler who is only purely interested in the existence of Rope, I am afraid that the only one who holds a sick concept is Hastur.

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

When Jiada suddenly came back to her senses, the seat beside her was already filled with phantoms of strange creatures. Those races in the starry sky who believed in the king in yellow were intoxicated by the singing of the opera.

The chaotic and powerful power made it difficult for Jiada, the true ancestor.

In the end, it was like ripples on a mirror surface, and like a shattered dream in a trance.

The light green-haired girl saw the greatness on the 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 holy seal hanging on his chest, and his faceless face 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 in Yellow" and saluted gracefully.

"Your Majesty Hastur, long time no see, I am very grateful for your promise."

This is the return of Hastur, the great evil god who symbolizes "wind" among the old rulers and "lord of the deep space star sea".

PS:

After such a long time, I watched "The King in Yellow" again, but I still didn't understand the connotation...

Chapter 61 Old Friend, Master of the Star Sea in the Deep Space

Ever since the Old Ones were sealed away by the ancient gods, their frightening legends have been gradually lost. If it weren't for the world of "Cthulhu Mythos", they would be unknown and few people would know about them.

But these ancient evil gods have lived too long.

Even if the legends are lost, it does not affect their leaving traces in various civilizations in the multiverse.

Among them, Hastur can be regarded as the evil god who left a lot of weird and interesting things.

According to unchecked or completely wrong rumors, in the human civilization of some worlds, the ancient Chinese emperors' habit of wearing bright yellow robes has some clues of the "King of Yellow Clothes" Hastur. In the ancient mythology of the Corvia people, there is an octopus evil god wearing a yellow robe, and yellow clothes are regarded as a taboo color.