Restraint Card Creator

This is... that yellow seal?

Long Yan, who was bound by the pain barrier, endured the severe pain, and looked up at the yellow seal he had collected before.

At this time, the yellow seal was floating in front of him. This evil and treacherous symbol seemed to be twisting, spinning and wriggling. The three strokes seemed to be constantly changing, but they always maintained the same appearance.

Long Yan felt as if time had stopped, and Huang Yin in front of him... seemed not to be staring at Huang Yin, but Huang Yin was staring at him.

But soon, the pain of the punishment of ten thousand needles immediately brought Long Yan back to reality. This severe pain was like tens of thousands of needles precisely piercing every sensitive nerve of him, which would not let him Any injury can make him cry out in pain.

Damn it...damn it... Long Yan gritted his teeth and used his mental power to control his cards.

In the next second, a group of blazing flames suddenly spewed out, colorful sparks splashed, and began to impact the surrounding pain barrier, but he still failed to break through the shackles of this barrier.

At this time, the deep female voice sounded in his ears again, still describing his current situation like a narration——

The flame warrior tried his best to break through the punishment of the great Hastur, but all his efforts will be in vain. The great Hastur will not spare anyone who dares to break into Carcosa!

At this time, the yellow seal in front of Long Yan suddenly released a strange aura, and under this aura, the flames all over Long Yan's body seemed to intensify.

Oh~ wait, what is that? That is the yellow seal, a blessing given by the great Hastur, is he also the chosen one? No, not necessarily, he can pass the test given to him by the great Hastur Do you practice?

The timbre of the voice seemed to have changed, and it became the voice of a girl about 17 or 18 years old. If you listen carefully, it seems that more than one person is shouting these narrations—their voices are ethereal and hazy, as if from Another world.

Long Yan gritted his teeth. To be honest, it was the first time he felt that his fate was easily manipulated by others like a puppet on a string.

But he could feel that the invisible barrier that appeared in front of him was obviously a kind of space law, and it was much more powerful than his own space law.

If it wasn't for the help of that yellow seal... With his strength, even if his mental power was completely exhausted, he might not be able to break free from this invisible barrier.

In other words... At this time, Long Yan has been completely suppressed - he is obviously a high-level investigator association with an orange card, but he is still vulnerable to the god who gave him the trial.

Wait, the voice just said... Trial?

At this moment, Long Yan had already guessed his own ending. If he passed the trial, he might be able to get the blessing from the person who sounds like Hasta.

And if the trial fails... I am afraid that my final outcome will be the same as those cultists who were hung upside down from the ceiling. Death under torture is my only destiny.

Long Yan had made a lot of efforts to obtain his current status, so he would naturally not be willing to die in such a trial.

As for passing the trials, becoming a follower of that Hastur and gaining his power...

He actually accepted it.

For him, power is everything, even far above his own life - if he can gain power, he doesn't mind becoming a cult member at all, and accepting the infusion from the evil god as an evil sacrifice.

It's just a pity that until now, he has never seen any cult that can give him the power he wants. In his opinion, those cults are just overdrawing his potential and drinking poison to quench his thirst. He might as well join the Card Creator Association as a regular organization In exchange for strength.

But now, he was shaken, he deeply felt that the personality and power of that Hastur far surpassed all the evil gods in this world...

If you can obtain part of His power, then why not become a cultist?

Great Hastur, I am willing to accept your trial. Long Yan's eyes became extremely clear, he raised his head, and the gushing tongue seemed to be shining with an indescribable determination.

Whether it is a human being or the fire dragon at this time, Long Yan can't retell the complete name of the god Hastur, so he can only barely spell it out as Hastur, which can be regarded as a false hit.

And after he said these words, the yellow seal began to fade gradually.

In his ear, the ethereal voice came again——

Oh~ the Flame Brave has accepted the trial from the great Hastur, let us bless him, the light of Aldebaran will always shine for him!

Long Yan raised his head and looked at the invisible barrier in front of him - this invisible barrier should be his first test.

His mind was instantly ignited, countless tiny sparks jumped like stars, and his paranoia and persistence to power gave him a huge motivation.

He completely concentrated his mental power on his right claw, and the roaring flame mixed with his space law power waved away at the invisible barrier in front of him.

The next moment, boundless flame energy quietly gathered on the edge of the invisible barrier, like a canary trapped in a cage trying to break free from the shackles, gorgeous sparks and violent cracking sounds exploded, dazzling The light burst out.

Above the invisible barrier, there was a sudden sound of glass shattering, and a crack was torn open in the space barrier that was originally used to block it.

Long Yan didn't hesitate, and continued to crazily burn his sea of ​​spirit, completely concentrating his power on his right hand, wanting to slowly expand the torn space crack.

At this time, he was still suffering from the punishment of thousands of needles. The severe pain in his body and the roaring and burning soul pain in the sea of ​​spirit made it difficult for him to open his eyes, but in order to gain the approval of Hastur, he was willing to put himself The sea of ​​spirit burned until it dried up.

Finally, his hard work paid off.

The flame burned a space crack on the invisible barrier. Long Yan immediately grasped the edge of the crack with his claws and fingertips, and expanded it around forcefully. Finally, a space enough to accommodate him to leave the pain barrier appeared.

He was overjoyed, and hurriedly drilled out along the space crack, came to the center of the theater, and looked down at the surroundings.

At this time, the ethereal voice in his ear sounded again——

What~ the Flame Brave broke through the Pain Barrier! He passed the test sent down by the great Hastur!

At this time, Long Yan still didn't know where the sound came from, and he already had many guesses in his mind, maybe it was the bad taste of the god named Hastur, or the observer from a higher dimension was describing the sound. Considering his current situation.

But there is one thing he is very clear—that is, he has no way to resist this kind of power.

At this time, in front of Long Yan, a ragged figure in yellow broken cedar slowly appeared in front of him.

Long Yan didn't dare to be careless, and took a few steps forward carefully, the hot dragon claws fell on the ground, and there was a crackling sound of flames.

He could barely see the face of the figure in front of him—it was a pale mask, and at the same time, this person exuded an indescribable divine power, which was the unique power of a high-ranking person over a low-ranking person, and even he couldn't stop it. Shivering.

He didn't even dare to try to guess the real identity of the person in front of him, he only dared to stare at him cautiously.

At this time, the king in yellow slowly raised his right robe, and Long Yan saw several pitch-black tentacles appearing under his right robe, and those tentacles quickly reshaped into a dry right hand.

He lightly tapped Long Yan's head, and the next moment, Long Yan felt a chaotic and complex knowledge rushing into his mind, and at the same time, mixed with it... he didn't know how to describe it. .

Although he had never received the infusion of spiritual power and knowledge from the evil god, after all, he had read countless related books, so he could naturally guess that this was the god in front of him giving him strength.

He directly accepted this power without any hesitation, and this was what he longed for the most.

Afterwards, many concepts he had never heard of appeared in his mind, they symbolized corruption, decay, disease and decadence, and at a certain moment, he seemed to see a city that had long been lost.

He knew the name of that city—Carcosa, as if it was his homeland.

After completing the infusion of spiritual power, the King in Yellow turned and left, and the theater specially built for Long Yan also began to disintegrate with the wind.

Long Yan froze for a moment, when the space collapsed around him, he immediately felt a sharp pain.

Before turning into fly ash, he screamed hoarsely, and finally returned to nothingness...

...

When Long Yan opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to that secret realm, surrounded by eight corpses of cultists wrapped in bandages.

Everything he experienced just now was very real, and he could even feel the fear of returning to nothingness.

as well as……

The knowledge that appeared in his mind.

He glanced at the yellow seal he had collected before, thoughtfully.

subsequently.

He felt his way forward became extremely clear.

...

After sensing that Long Yan had left the secret realm, Li Ming sighed and closed the King in Yellow Clothes in his hand.

On the last page of this script, there is a line of words——

The Flame Brave finally became a devout follower of the great Hastur. He will spend the rest of his life to pass on the name of the great Hastur to the world.

Bloating, feeling better today

Everyone, don't swallow it directly after eating