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Then around it, according to different directions, were placed six pieces of paper, each with the extraordinary starting sequence of a path written on it.
Sleepless man, spectator, thief, monster, assassin, hunter.
This is a special way that Hasta has carefully selected and is more suitable for cats.
The Sleepless One belongs to the Night Path, which is very compatible with the little black cat. Both performance and future prospects are very good.
Audience, this method does not require frontal combat, and is very suitable for cats' nature of observing their surroundings. In the future, they can be sent out to gather intelligence.
Thieves, cats steal food, or bring something home from outside, they are completely habitual offenders.
Hastur had thought about whether
I wanted to have an apprentice, after all, the extraordinary ability in the later period is very comfortable. But then I thought about it and gave up, for a cat, it would be difficult to play the role of an apprentice.
Monsters belong to the path of destiny. If the little black cat really chooses this path of destiny, as long as it is lucky enough, its future will be smooth.
This is also the extraordinary path that Hastur is most optimistic about. After all, it is a kind of luck for him to choose this little black cat.
In addition, Backlund also has a mercury snake covering it, so he doesn't need to worry about the potion formula in the future.
Assassin and hunter at the end, these two extraordinary paths are very suitable for the little black cat, and the most important thing is that they can change their personality in the future.
It’s interesting to think about having a catwoman by your side.
After getting everything ready, Hastur gently nodded the little black cat's head and said with a smile: "Choose, this choice will determine your own future."
"Meow?"
The little black cat lay on the floor, looked around, then raised his head to look at Hastur, meowing softly, as if asking Hastur to help it make a choice.
"That's not okay. It's your choice."
Hastur came to a farther place, squatted down, and waited for the little black cat to make his choice.
In order not to let his presence affect the little black cat, there was no note placed on the road leading to him.
Even if the little black cat chooses to walk towards him, it will not have any impact.
Hastur will bring it back to the center and let it choose again.
If it runs towards him three times in a row, Hastur will choose its destiny.
This is his most optimistic extraordinary path. If it happens three times in a row, it will also be fate that makes the choice for it.
The little black cat stayed in the center, motionless, just lying on the ground, looking at Hastur from a distance, and occasionally letting out a confused meow.
Fortunately, the little black cat was very considerate to Hasta and did not lie down on the ground to sleep.
After a while, it got up, staggered towards where Hastur was, came to his feet, rubbed it, raised its little head, and let out a meow.
"You've already wasted an opportunity."
Hasta reached out and picked up the little black cat, stood up and walked over, placed it in the center again, and pointed to the six pieces of paper.
"Meow?"
The little black cat rolled on the ground, its blue eyes staring straight at Hastur.
After a while, it came to Hastur's feet again.
"You have one last chance."
Hastur brought it back to the center.
This time, the little black cat lay on the ground, swept its tail, and did not move for a long time.
Hasta waited patiently. At this time, the wind blew outside the window, and a piece of paper flew up and swirled in the air. The little black cat glanced at it, jumped up, and directly took the note. The note flew down.
"It's really interesting."
Hastur stood up and came to the little black cat, turning over the note.
Assassin's Path.
"This is your choice. Don't blame me in the future."
"Meow?"
The little black cat lay on the palm of Hastur's hand, turned over nimbly, and stared at Hastur in confusion.
Hastur also looked into its pair of blue eyes and said with a smile: "From now on, your name will be Azshara."
Chapter 153 Divine Inspiration, Believers Looking for the Stars
night.
Hastur lay on his bed and entered the palace of stars.
Take a peek at the future prospects of some projects and industries that you have been optimistic about during this period.
With the emergence of relevant destiny fragments, Hastur already had a rough idea in his mind about which direction to invest.
After ending his spying, his gaze continued to scan toward the star where the high-dimensional overlooker was located.
He was currently staying in a stone house by the sea, flipping through a book whose name could not be seen clearly. It should be the book Adam used to preach.
High-dimensional overlookers read books very seriously, and even occasionally stop to think before continuing to flip through the books.
This scene really looks like a student eager for knowledge.
"What kind of existence is the High-dimensional Overlooker?" Hasta's eyes were a little confused.
He has been observing the high-dimensional overlooker for some time, and the high-dimensional overlooker in the picture really looks like an ordinary person.
He doesn't seem to like killing. He rarely causes chaos wherever he goes, and he doesn't use his power to interfere in the lives of normal people. He is more like a witness and observer walking in the world.
Hastur looked at Him for a while and saw that there was nothing unusual about Him, so he turned to look at the star where the true Creator and Adam were.
Adam was in the church, praying in front of the idol like an ordinary priest.
Hastur glanced at it for a few times, then withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and glanced at the place where the true Creator was.
Under the shadow curtain, the face of the person hanging upside down on the cross was still unable to be seen clearly, and everything was shrouded in shadow.
Only this time, next to the cross, sitting on the stone was a tall and thin figure. He was wearing a simple and plain linen robe, with soft features and a gentle expression with a hint of indifference. He had long silver hair that fell to his waist, and behind him were layers of radiant wings.
He looks very much like the angel in mythology, and he is indeed an angel.
A true king of angels, the Angel of Destiny, Ourolius.
"Tsk, when it comes to appearance, even if Will were reincarnated a hundred times, he probably wouldn't be able to look like this, right?"
It was a rare occasion for Hastur to see Ourolius, and he couldn't help but take a closer look.
At this time, the eyes hidden behind the shadow curtain slowly looked in the direction of Hastur.
Hasta looked away with a smile and did not continue to pry.
As usual, he glanced at the star where the Super Star Lord, the Mother Tree of Desire, and the Djinn were, but there was nothing unusual.
Only then did he log off and leave the Hall of Stars to rest.
……
late at night.
Backlund East District.
In a temple-like basement, Mr. A, wearing a hooded black robe, knelt quietly in front of the hanging giant elephant and did not move for a long time.
Suddenly, he tilted his ears and seemed to be listening carefully to something.
After a pause of a few seconds, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands, stretched out his left palm and tore off the index finger of his right hand, then dropped the bloody finger into his mouth, making a crunching sound.
Gulu.
Mr. A's throat squirmed and he swallowed the bitten finger into his stomach.
Immediately afterwards, his body was controlled by invisible forces and began to shake, like a patient having an epileptic seizure.
In this state, he dipped his fingers in the blood and wrote words on the ground.
Soon, the scattered words were spliced into a sentence.
“Believers who seek the stars.”
As the divine revelation ended, Mr. A stopped shaking, and the wound on his right hand squirmed a few times to grow a brand new index finger.
He lowered his head and looked carefully at the words he had just written. The corners of his mouth turned up a little in the shadows, and then he prostrated on the ground piously, murmuring with extreme piety.
"Only obey your oracle!"
He exists only to serve God. God needs him, so he exists.
……
The next day, at around seven o'clock in the evening, Backlund's secret party was held again.
The mysterious Mr. A sat at the head of the table, his undisguised eyes sweeping over all the extraordinary people attending the extraordinary gathering tonight.
He did not let anyone announce the task on the blackboard, but directly said: "I have an extremely generous task. As long as you know it or provide relevant information, you can exchange it for any extraordinary material below Sequence 7."
As soon as this mission came out, it immediately attracted the attention of all extraordinary people.
Most of them are in Sequence 9 and Sequence 8. Such a task is equivalent to giving them hope of promotion.
Even if you don't need it for the time being, you can still exchange it for a Sequence 7 extraordinary material and sell it for money.
Xio is also one of them. She has been stuck in Sequence 9 because there is a certain extraordinary material that she has not been able to find.
Otherwise, she would have been promoted to Sequence 8 long ago.
As soon as she heard about the mission, she was immediately interested.
After all, Mr. A attaches great importance to credibility in their extraordinary circle and will never cheat.
"The Apostle in Search of the Stars."
Mr. A slowly stated his mission, while his eyes continued to scan everyone's eyes.
Unfortunately, apart from seeing confusion and greed, he didn't find anything else.
There are no devotees of the stars among those attending this extraordinary gathering tonight.
He looked around the crowd and said in a deep voice: "If you can find a true believer in the stars, you can also get a formula for any magic potion below sequence 6."