Chapter 524: Embodiment of the Stars or the King in Yellow?
Chapter 524: Embodiment of the Stars or the King in Yellow?
This was both a blessing and a crisis.
Bernadette saw far more clearly than Cattleya and Edwina.
The source of this stellar blessing was the figure that emerged from the travel portal. Despite being shrouded in an impenetrable starlight, she recognized the person's identity.
It was Count Hastur Campbell from Backlund, a fellow believer in the stars. Hastur had once claimed to be favored by the stars, a statement she had doubted at the time but now believed wholeheartedly.
The unusual starry sky tonight was likely triggered by Hastur's ascension ceremony, with the stars merely responding to him.
This was a path of extraordinariness different from what she knew, and only Hastur himself could fully understand it.
One thing was certain: Hastur's existence was now fully exposed to those high-ranking entities.
And when Hastur was noticed, danger naturally followed.
Otherwise, Hastur wouldn't have left Backlund and come to the Rosside Islands.
He didn't want to endanger his friends in Backlund but also wanted to extend this blessing of the stars to the entire Star Sea Kingdom, simultaneously creating momentum for the kingdom's future founding ceremony.
Bernadette roughly guessed Hastur's intentions. Her deep gaze turned southwest, sensing the presence of the Hidden Sage.
Other entities might not want to be the first to probe, but the Hidden Sage had long been at odds with the stars and wouldn't miss this opportunity.
Moreover, the secrets Hastur hid might be even more terrifying than she imagined.
"Stars, is this the truth?" The Lamp God manifested from the Wish Lamp, his expression stern and eyes filled with deep contemplation.
"Perhaps this is just a fishing expedition."
Even witnessing this scene up close, the Lamp God couldn't fully grasp the relationship between Hastur and the stars.
But he was certain that Hastur was not an ordinary favored of the stars. It was highly likely that Hastur was an embodiment of the stars in the real world.
Just like the High-Dimensional Overseer, the Ultra-Star Sovereign, and the Primordial Hunger.
Hastur was an incarnation enlightened by the stars from the Stellar Hall.
But there was another possibility: Hastur was another Outer God from the past.
The King in Yellow!
Recently, the King in Yellow's followers, the Yellow Robe Monks, had been causing trouble, even planning to establish a church on the last day of this month. The church was already built, and the statue of the King in Yellow was completed.
In past events, many secretive entities familiar with the Yellow Robe Monks naturally assumed the King in Yellow was an avatar of the stars.
But now it seemed, perhaps they were not the same.
It was more like the stars awakened the sleeping King in Yellow and helped him step by step back to his divine throne.
The Lamp God couldn't help but recall the discussions between the Mother Tree of Desire and the Primordial Hunger about the King in Yellow. The brief period when the King in Yellow occupied the starry sky coincided with Hastur's birth!
At that time, the stars had said, "The stars are awakening."
Perhaps the King in Yellow was one of the awakened stars!
The Lamp God felt he had grasped the key point: the stars and the King in Yellow had once made a deal, sending the King in Yellow into the primordial barrier in some way.
Hastur was the King in Yellow!
Tonight, he was using the power of the stars to further awaken and return.
"What did you see?" Bernadette asked with a frown.
"The question isn't what I saw, but what other secretive entities saw."
The Lamp God chuckled, his gaze already fixed on the time-space where the Hidden Sage resided.
An endless flow of illusory knowledge surged from all directions, trying to forcibly penetrate the starlight and engulf Hastur.
The Hidden Sage was the first to act.
His move seemed to activate some kind of switch, layers of time and space forming a massive vortex, absorbing the flow of knowledge.
It was the High-Dimensional Overseer, the first to arrive at the Rosside Islands.
In the sky, thunder rumbled, and dense, golden lightning bolts struck down with a mighty force!
The overwhelming power terrified the pirates on the Rosside Islands, leaving them trembling and fearful. Some even collapsed, their lower bodies leaking yellowish liquid.
Pirates who roamed the seas had heard of or witnessed the miracles of the Lord of Storms.
Now, with the lightning crashing down, it was undoubtedly the Lord of Storms venting his anger!
No one dared to question the divine power of the Lord of Storms on the sea!
A black holy mountain seemed to rise from the dark sea, with a massive cross blocking all the roaring lightning.
This was the True Creator intervening from afar!
A sigh seemed to echo, followed by bronze gears spreading across the starry sky, forming a yellowish wall covered with symbols of ancient civilizations.
Then, an irresistible tide of the era surged towards the cross held up by the True Creator.
It was the God of Steam and Machinery, choosing to act at this moment.
Though it seemed like he was simply opposing the True Creator, his actions undoubtedly stood on the opposite side of the stars.
"Hahaha..."
Someone seemed to be laughing, then opened an indescribably large mouth, swallowing the surging tide of the era.
Unfortunately, his power seemed insufficient to complete this feat, and his belly burst open.
Yet, despite this, he didn't die. After a brief rest, his wounds healed completely.
In the Land Abandoned by God, an ancient and weathered clock rose, its hands gently ticking, as the shadow of fate seemed to want to join the rare event at the Rosside Islands.
At this moment, a white bone church rose from the ground, precisely shattering the ticking clock before returning to the ground.
Soon, everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
Just as Bernadette thought the night was about to end, the crimson moon in the sky suddenly radiated a blood-red light far beyond its usual intensity.
Could it be the everNight Goddess and the Earth Mother intervening?
As this doubt arose in Bernadette's mind, the light of the crimson moon became unstable, as if several entities were vying for control.
The light of the crimson moon no longer shone down, but the power it had triggered opened several blood-red portals, from which came the sound of rushing water, as if connected to an abyss.
Soon, the blood-red portals opened wide, pouring out blackish-red filthy water onto the Rosside Islands.
The filthy water tainted the starlight.
At the same time, a nearly dreamlike murmur emanated from the filthy water, its voice light and intermittent, yet never fading.
The murmur quickly spread with the filthy water.
Bernadette tried to stop it but sensed two different forces within.
One came from the filthy water itself, the other from the intermittent murmur.
At this moment, a sharp scream sounded from the sky, like a singing banshee or a seductive voice tempting ignorant youths.
It was the Primordial Witch!
Bernadette was very curious why the Primordial Witch would choose to side with the stars.
Was it a deliberate disguise or a genuine desire to help the stars?
With the Primordial Witch's decision, the scene seemed to reach a stalemate.
But only for a brief moment, before everyone dispersed, revealing the ever-bright starry sky as if nothing had happened.
A strange, eerie feeling lingered deep in her heart.
Bernadette pondered for a long time, still struggling to understand the thoughts of those secretive entities.
What were their reasons for acting, their reasons for choosing sides, and their reasons for dispersing?
Was this a test by the stars or their own test?
Or was it a test each of them wanted to conduct?
Would this alignment be the final one?
Would their stances and relationships remain unchanged?
Apart from being certain of the Hidden Sage's intentions, Bernadette found it difficult to find the correct answers to other questions.
"The next time will be even more exciting!" The Lamp God seemed to understand something and began to laugh.
Bernadette merely glanced at him without asking.
Rather than asking the Lamp God, she might as well ask Hastur.
She believed he could provide more answers.
The starlight from the sky gradually receded, but the light enveloping Hastur remained brilliant. He seemed to represent a certain light, a certain direction, a figure to follow.