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But she didn't expect that after the mushroom man was burned by the flames, a hallucinogenic light purple smoke would be produced, which combined with the illusion of the sea of ruins, would put the entire Future ship in danger.
Mr. A on the boat was just watching from a distance, but the light purple smoke drifted in the wind and he was also caught.
In addition, some mushroom people who were burned by the flames jumped into the sea, escaped the flames, and then climbed onto the boat and began to reproduce again.
Mr. A could not handle these mushroom men by himself. Seeing that they were about to disturb the Lord's peace, he could only pray crazily to the Lord in his heart, asking for the Lord's coming.
But before he could wait for the Lord to come, he was
Swallowed by illusions.
When Hastur arrived, Mr. A on the boat had disappeared, only a group of fish-shaped mushroom people were multiplying everywhere.
This mushroom king really deserves his reputation.
The corner of Hastur's mouth twitched slightly, and his fingertips raised a wisp of purifying holy light belonging to the authority of the eternal blazing sun, and the swarms of mushroom people turned into countless light spots and dissipated.
After dealing with the mushroom people on the boat, Hastur came to the Future again. There was no trace of anyone on the ship, leaving only a kingdom of mushroom people.
After purifying these strange and unsightly mushrooms, Hastur pulled out a fragment of destiny from the air.
On the screen, the moment when everyone was swallowed up by the illusion was clearly shown.
It is difficult to distinguish reality from reality in the sea of ruins. Sometimes, illusion is reality.
The fallen ancient sun god, the chaotic authority he left here is enough to substitute falsehood for truth.
Understanding this, Hastur also stepped into the world of illusion.
On the blue sea, seagulls fly in the direction of the sea breeze. Three suns hang high in the sky. One of the suns has a one-eye inside, and the other sun is dragged by two Pegasus horses that look like they are made of gold. Running in the sky with only one sun is normal.
This is not a black monastery, but more like a blended fantasy.
Hasta searched around and quickly found Mr. A.
At this moment, he was facing the direction of the one-eyed sun, worshiping devoutly. Directly below the one-eyed sun, there stood a black mountain.
A sparkling channel connects Mr. A to the mountain.
When Hastur arrived, Mr. A stretched out a finger on his right hand and shushed, indicating that Hastur could not speak.
After a while, he chuckled and said in a stupidly low voice: "Listen to me, the Lord is watching everything in His Kingdom of God. As long as we offer our devout faith, He will lead us to His Kingdom of God."
Hastur listened silently, then grabbed Mr. A's right shoulder and threw him out of the illusion world.
After dealing with Mr. A, Hastur walked along the sea. On the way, he met the crew of the Future and gently fanned a strong wind, sweeping them out of the illusory world.
After wandering around for a while, Hasta found Frank, who was still obsessed with studying new mushrooms.
The topic he studied this time was "How to hybridize mushrooms and jellyfish to produce fluorescent mushrooms."
His research encountered a bottleneck, and he kept frowning in thought. Hasta took a closer look and reminded: "It is daytime now, and the fluorescence will not be obvious until night."
Frank slapped his thigh suddenly, showing an expression of enlightenment.
"You can grow sunshine mushrooms so that they produce harvestable sunlight like the sun."
"It's a good suggestion, I'll try it now."
Frank continued to indulge in his research, and Hastur did not disturb him, nor did he throw him out of the illusion world, just let him continue to toss around here.
Chapter 344 Azshara, You're Worse Than a Dog
Continuing to move along the direction of the end of the sea, on a huge black reef protruding out of the sea, Cattleya was wrapping her hands around her knees, leaning her head on them, staring quietly into the distance.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and reminiscence, probably recalling the beautiful life she had with Bernadette in the past.
Hastur just glanced at her twice and didn't choose to disturb her, so he just let her relax for a while.
When he is about to leave this illusory world, he will send her out.
Hastur continued along the end of the sea. He wanted to see if there was any limit to this illusory world.
As he kept moving forward, things in the distance were moving back, always keeping a certain distance from him.
Hastur just raised his hand to cut off the rules here, and his figure suddenly came to the end of this illusory world.
When he stepped onto the holy mountain that Mr. A worshiped devoutly, the giant hanging upside down on the cross stood on the top of the holy mountain. He began to wake up from silence, and a pair of eyes appeared in the shadow curtain behind him.
It was the true Creator who sensed the relevant changes and cast a watching gaze.
For a being at His level, it is easy to do this.
"Stars."
The true Creator's voice was not loud, but it stirred up a stormy sea, and the originally blue water turned into a black ocean in an instant.
"I thought you would wait until I set foot in your divine kingdom before you show up."
"You will not set foot in my kingdom of God."
"You can still tell if you look at it from a distance."
"Is this container easy to use?"
"Very good, do you want to take it back?"
After a while, the True Creator said: "This is the price paid in advance."
Hastur chuckled and said, "I didn't make any deal with you."
The True Creator said nothing more. He withdrew his gaze, and the holy mountain also disappeared.
"The price paid in advance is not enough."
Hastur whispered, turned and left here.
This illusory world has lost the value of exploration for him.
Passing by Cattleya on the way back, she finally put away her reminiscing expression and stood up, with a solemn look on her face, but did not speak.
She had too many questions she wanted to ask, but she was afraid of hearing words she shouldn't hear.
Sometimes exploring too much is not a good thing.
Hasta had no intention of chatting with her, and just said: "It's time to leave."
Cattleya nodded, and then was sent out of the illusion world.
She was dazed for a moment, then gradually returned to her usual ability, and began to ask people to count the crew members on the Future.
Finally, she discovered that Frank, the culprit of this trouble, had not returned yet. She frowned slightly and glanced at the mysterious figure on the boat.
After hesitating for a while, he decided to go and find out in person.
"He is continuing to study mushrooms in the illusion world."
This was the last answer Cattleya asked, and her worries eased a little.
In the fantasy world, Frank is researching a mushroom that can explode automatically. It can be fried and fried on weekdays, and can be thrown out as a bomb when encountering enemies.
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Puning Port at night.
As more and more businessmen came and went, the entire port was dyed into a sea of lights every night.
city that never sleeps.
It seemed to be even more lively and bright than the night in the capital Backlund.
However, as the number of people increases, various drunken conflicts continue to increase.
Especially every night, there is a little black cat walking through the eaves, roofs, and deep in the alleys, instigating fires.
Guests who have drunk a lot of alcohol will inevitably start fighting and causing trouble if they accidentally encounter them.
This caused the confinement room of the port security patrol to be overcrowded for a while.
In this regard, Hastur just asked the security patrol team to expand a few confinement rooms, and then turned a blind eye to the matter.
At around three o'clock in the night, a little black cat came back with a yawn, and landed lightly in front of the window sill. He raised his sleepy eyes and looked at the owner who was sleeping soundly in the room. He couldn't help but wave angrily. Little paws, and then return to their own nest to rest.
The next day, just after dawn, the dog was picked up from the den by its hard-hearted owner, who said that the best plan for the day is in the morning, so that he could go out to exercise and lose weight.
After spending two weeks in this inhumane life, Azshara suddenly felt a comfortable and indescribable feeling in her body late one night.
This feeling had occurred before, and its owner told it that it was a sign of complete digestion of the potion.
Looking at the dim night, Azshara's little mind only thought for a second before deciding to go back to the den to sleep and tell her master tomorrow.
"Has the instigator potion been completely digested?"
The next day, Hastur urged Azshara to go out and stretch her muscles as usual, and Azshara informed her of the breaking news.
"Meow!"
Azshara raised her little head and looked at her master with a proud expression.
It instinctively thinks that this is a good thing, it can be praised, and at least it can eat a few more small dried fish.
Hasta sighed and said, "It's really not easy. It's been more than half a year."
"Meow?" Azshara had a puzzled expression on her face, why was it different from what she thought?
"You spent more than half a year on a Sequence 8 potion. You can't even compare to a dog. How can you be so proud?"
Hastur said, and flicked Azshara's head.
If he hadn't been forcing her during this period, with Azshara's laid-back temperament, it would have taken at least two months to completely digest the instigator potion.
This speed is already very slow. After all, Azshara already knew the existence of the acting method as soon as she entered the extraordinary world.
He and Sharon taught it the key points of playing the instigator many times. According to normal circumstances, three months is an average time.
But Azshara used it for more than half a year, which shows that she is extremely lazy.
Azshara's eyes widened in disbelief. How could it be inferior to a dog? How could those stupid guys compare with the noble and elegant one.
"Don't be unconvinced, that dog is indeed a little more talented in this area than you are."
"Meow!" Azshara curled her lips in dissatisfaction and turned her head away, not wanting to talk to her master.
Hastur smiled, held it in his arms, rubbed its little head, and then told it a little about Susie's glorious deeds.
Hearing that Susie, a dog, actually likes to read and read a lot of books, Ai