Chapter 1455 Parting
In a black cavity filled with nothingness and chaos.
The azure spiritual pressure is like substance, paving a wide, neat and straight road along the front.
Lord was alone, walking along the road.
Hastur's words were like the whispers of a devil, lingering in the depths of his mind, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hammering hard on his heart.
Nyarlathotep disguises herself as Hastur and uses the power of the Skrulls to break the seal of the earth, causing great panic and fear, and taking this as an opportunity to release her last incarnation.
If this is really the case...then he will definitely fight with it.
But once it starts, according to Hastur's "prophecy", Michael... will die in this battle!
As Hastur said.
All of this is the inevitability of choice, or it can be said to be inertia. Everything seems to be his choice, but in fact it is the inertia caused by a series of events.
Suddenly, Lord remembered something.
When Nexia died, he briefly saw a memory, which was the scene she saw when she met the future Soul King Karl.
That memory gradually became clear in my mind.
Lord's boy shrank slightly, because he suddenly discovered that from Naxia's perspective, he did not see... Michael!
Everyone is here...
In fact, six of the seven Seraphs were there, standing beside Karl's throne like guards, but only the most noble man close to God was missing... Michael!
"Could it be...she really..."
Lord couldn't help but be moved, his face was extremely ugly, he clenched his fists subconsciously, and a cold light shone in his eyes.
In a corner of the future, Michael is... really dead.
Hastur's words rang in his mind again.
“From the beginning, there was no great script or design, nor was there any predetermined destiny.
Some are just a series of choices made by yourself, and the inertia of choices... leads to the final result. "
"Choice...inertia..."
Lord shook his head and threw those messy sounds out of his head. Then his eyes gradually became firm and he exhaled a breath: "Then... change the inertia!"
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Under the mottled ancient walls, the theater looked like a terrifying giant beast in the dim light and shadow, with its huge mouth open, devouring those poor people who were overly curious and wanted to find out.
A tattered yellow robe full of holes, empty like a ghost, floating in this abandoned theater.
The sound of singing lingered in the sky above the theater.
At this moment, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the theater, holding a cane and walking slowly.
"Long time no see, Hastur."
The visitor took off the wool jazz hat, revealing a bony face. In the sunken eye sockets, two dark eyes stared at the yellow robe, and slowly said:
"Well done, I used the power of the dream to forcibly take away those humans. I have to say that I was very careful, but you still took advantage of me. As expected of you."
"The great three-pillar god, why do you think of coming to see me?"
The broken yellow robe slowly floated down. Inside the empty space, a yellow seal glowed with a dull luster. Disembodied voices came from all directions: "Nyarlathotep... It seems that the speed of your recovery is far away." It’s faster than I thought.”
"Thank you, Hastur."
Nyarlathotep grinned, showing his neat white teeth: "If you hadn't betrayed us at the beginning, you wouldn't have to waste so much effort now."
"Ah... betrayal... haha, what a harsh word." Hasta said leisurely: "I just... don't want that thing to wake up. There is no betrayal."
"I'm not here to discuss this matter with you."
Nyarlathotep obviously did not want to talk more about this matter. He changed the subject and said, "You chose to betray us and stood on God's side. Now you are going to repeat your previous mistakes again?"
"How do you know it's a repeated mistake?"
Hastur was condescending, his yellow seal glowing with dim light, staring at her like eyes: "Nyarlathotep... you are too arrogant and too confident."
"Really? Is that your answer? Hastur."
Nyarlathotep sighed regretfully, then put his knight's hat back on, pressed down the brim, and said calmly: "You should know the reason why I came here. Hand over that thing."
"It's not too late to give up now..."
As if giving a warning, Hasta said in a deep voice: "Once she wakes up, everyone, things, things... and even the rules will disappear. Is this the result you want?"
Facing Hastur's warning, Nyarlathotep didn't listen at all, and his staff flashed like lightning.
puff!
There was a sound like a bubble being popped, and the cane directly pierced the yellow seal carved on the robe.
"I...don't want to hear nonsense, Hastur."
Nyarlathotep grinned and said, "Especially the nonsense coming out of your mouth, please spit out the key to Yog-Sothoth."
After the yellow seal was pierced, the light disappeared immediately.
At the same time, Hastur's voice also disappeared, and the fluttering yellow robe seemed to have lost its support, falling weakly and hanging on the front end of the cane.
She stretched out her hand with a pale and bony palm, groped in the yellow robe, and finally took out a bead.
"The last key is complete."
Nyarlathotep put away the beads and threw his robe aside. After arranging his clothes, he turned around and left with his cane. The corners of his lips raised a crazy arc: "It's your turn soon, Lord." , Carl!”
"You...don't want to know...what I saw under the Twin Sacred Trees? Nyarlathotep."
The yellow robe that fell to the ground shook and made an extremely weak sound.
"Not interested in."
Nyarlathotep snorted coldly: "No matter what you see, it will not affect the next result."
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"You're back?!"
Michael paced back and forth anxiously. When he saw Lord coming out of the dark cavity, his worry faded a bit. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him to look left and right: "Are you okay? Is the matter resolved?"
"Well, I'm back."
Lord nodded slightly, with some complicated eyes: "The matter... is barely resolved."
"Barely? What do you mean?"
Michael was a little confused and full of doubts.
If it is solved, it is solved. If it is not solved, it is not solved. What does it mean to barely solve it? So is it resolved or not?
"Anyway, don't worry."
Lord took a long breath, then pretended to be nothing, and said casually: "By the way, I've been out for so long, and I'm a little worried about it. Please go back and take a look for me."
"Now? Let me go back?"
Michael frowned, as if he noticed something, and looked at Lord suspiciously: "Did something happen? Why did you suddenly ask me to go back?"
"What can happen? You are overthinking."
Lord turned his head and said calmly: "Don't worry, there is nothing going on here for the time being. During this time, you can go back and take a look over there. The Demon King of Hell will keep an eye on it after all."
Although this reason was very good, Michael felt something was wrong and stared at him with beautiful eyes: "Really?"
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"real."
Lord said.
silence……
Michael looked directly at him, finally withdrew his eyes, and said calmly: "I understand, I will go back."
"Well, let's leave tomorrow."
Lord urged.
"good."
Michael paused, seemed a little entangled, bit his lip, and said in a very low voice: "Can you... stay with me tonight?"
Lord was shocked.
After a moment, he nodded and said one word slowly:
"good."
