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The wind is swirling.

In the whirlwind that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, the body of Hastur, the king in yellow, shrouded in yellow robes, slowly twisted and was about to leave with the wind.

But at this moment, the originally peaceful space suddenly began to slowly fluctuate. The six paths were chaotic and unclear. Chains stained with the power of original sin and filth penetrated the void. In an instant, they cut off all Hastur's escape routes and removed his wandering The body is locked tightly. ?

"!!!"

The robe trembled slightly, and the ferocious squirming body beneath it was constantly exerting force, trying to break free of the chains that came from nowhere.But no matter how he struggled, how his bubble-like body changed shape, the chains that even he felt were ominous could change his form in an instant, binding him tightly.

Not only was it impossible to break free with physical strength, but the fluid that flew up and was exerted by Him with all his strength seemed to be corroded the moment it came into contact with these chains, and he lost control in the blink of an eye.

For this scene that was almost impossible to happen in another world, the first thing Hastur felt was not anger, let alone fear, but curiosity from the bottom of his heart.

One dream means a thousand things.

A dream of Yog-Sothoth, the most fundamental Creator, the Primordial Nucleus of Chaos, created the universe in which they exist, the powerful and ancient Old Ones, and indirectly created countless beings in the universe. Creatures.

This picture of creation was very empty at first. This was because the source of creation was a dream or deep chaos.But later, He began to feel that the world should expand, so the Creator began to smear on the scroll. Each smear would change the direction of the dream and create a completely different time.

The universe Hastur is in is not the original source, but it is enough for Guiling.In the world, the origin of the universe is divided into the four basic elements of "earth, water, earth, and wind", and even the old rulers belong to them.

Hastur, the King in Yellow, belongs to the camp of the howling wind, one of the four elements.

When it reaches its realm, the power of the wind is naturally not limited to the flow of objects on the planet, but a truly regular existence.In the heyday of that universe, He could even use the power of wind to cut open the black hole, the supreme celestial body that swallowed everything in the universe!

Even in this different world where everything is controlled, the flowing power is only a little weak in expression, but the rules and connotations have not changed.It was also because of this reason that Tang San's super alloy-fused body was easily cut open by the seemingly gentle wind blade.

If you give him the world, Hastur can even slowly condense a super fluid, which can even cut the entire Douluo Planet in half in an instant!

But at this time, the previously invincible wind blade had no effect on those mud chains that seemed to flow with chaotic colors, and even the wind blade itself was completely eroded.

Silently looking at the chains surrounding his body, before he could study it carefully, a calm voice suddenly came from the air.

"just……"

"I heard you smile so happily."

The dark night sky is like a falling curtain, and the bright stars on it are like lights dotting it.At this moment, under this deep and heavy curtain, the not-so-bright golden holy light slowly lit up.

[...I love you with eternal love, and I attract you with compassion...

...I betroth you to be my wife forever, and I will always treat you with true love and honesty...

...Oh, I would like to win the heart of the Lord, with my eyes that look at sin...]

The ethereal chant slowly sounded from the void, and the slowly falling golden light seemed dim, but it attracted the attention of the stars.

The crystal blood drops slowly fell, rolling on the barren wasteland and being absorbed by the dry earth.

The khaki ground trembled slightly, and in the black soil beneath it, the seeds that had been sleeping there silently opened a gap, and a new sprout stretched out from the gap.

This new life is extremely tenacious. Even if the soil above is baked by lasers, the power released at the moment when the plant is born still pushes away the rock-solid ground, revealing its existence to the world.

The appearance of this grass was like a fuse. Countless grass blades spread at an unimaginable speed. In just the blink of an eye, the originally barren land turned into a sea of ​​green.

"Contract...new life..."

Silently watching everything that happened in front of him, with Hastur's eyesight, he could easily see the rules held by the other party.But what he couldn't imagine was how such an existence could be born in this extremely scattered world ocean.

Thinking like this, he glanced at the chains that were winding like snakes around his body, feeling the emotions that appeared out of thin air in his mind, and the face under his robe seemed to be darker.

"...This smell is original sin...chaos...the abyss...who are you?!"

[...My heart is like a deep well of confinement, and the new and old fruits are kept for you...

…I gave you a heart of flesh instead of a heart of stone, and I wrote the law into your heart…

...I wash you clean with my tears and wash away all your sins...

...because you bruised me and I was healed, and you punished me and I found peace...

…You were cursed and I was blessed, because of your shedding of blood I was given life…]

The hymn still echoes in this empty world, and the soft voice is particularly deep in people's hearts, as if it is telling a story that happened countless epochs ago that is enough for the world to remember.

Twelve pairs of wings dripping with blood drooped, revealing the perfect holy face wearing a crown of thorns.Even though the light was warm and bright, Hastur, watching from a distance, could still detect the filth hidden behind the light, which shocked his heart.

"This kind of guilt..."

Feeling the super high status hidden behind the subtle power, Hastur almost lost his voice.Although he is not the oldest group of beings, he has once truly faced one of the three pillar gods, Shub Nicholas. Even his personality is no more than that of the slowly falling sky. The unknown exists flat.

If you include the filthy power that can only be vaguely felt, Hastur, whose tentacles under his robes are trembling slightly, even doubts whether Azathoth, the legendary primal nucleus of chaos that created everything, can compare with it?

【...you promise me eternal freedom

...let me roam freely in thousands of worlds

...your promises are so sincere that they are better than death

...I also promise you eternal steadfastness. This promise is like a sharp sword that cuts off guilt. Defilement cannot corrode, nor disaster can break...]

The hymn slowly came to an end, and at this moment, as if just hearing Hastur's words, the holy angel slowly opened his golden eyes and looked at the indescribable creation below.

At this moment, the stars twinkled, the grass and trees cheered, and everything jumped for joy.The voice was so loud that it could not be heard simply by physical organs, and finally turned into a sentence like the words of heaven:

[At this moment, the saint is here! 】