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It was already difficult for him to win in this battle for the Crimson Moon. Now that there is another star, it becomes even more hopeless for him.
We can only hope that the goddess of the night can go further and prevent the end from coming.
The crimson moon shines brightly, even more dazzling than the full moon. Forsi suddenly woke up from her sleep. The familiar severe pain began to tear through her whole body. A scream seemed to come from the crimson moon in the sky. Come, mess with her mind and make her reason gradually go crazy.
While he still had some sense left, Forsi rolled off the bed, put his palms together, and prayed devoutly to the stars.
After a while, the starry sky carrying hope appeared in her room again. The wisps of starlight protected her from the terrifying whispers from the crimson moon, helping her survive the inexplicable night tonight.
It was clear that tonight was not a full moon, so why did she still have such terrible symptoms?
Fortunately, it's not a full moon tonight, otherwise I would have completely lost my mind just now and wouldn't even have time to pray to the stars.
Tonight's strange phenomenon dissipated just as quickly as it appeared. About ten minutes later, the crimson moon in the sky converged its light and fell into silence.
Forsi finally felt that her sanity was back and she could control her body, but the severe pain just now still made her break into cold sweats.
After she expressed her gratitude to the stars, she collapsed on the ground to rest for a while, then took a new set of clothes from the closet and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur looked incomprehensible. He did not expect that his simple attempt tonight could trigger such a violent phenomenon.
Even Forsi suffered so much from it, it can be seen that the changes in the crimson moon tonight must not be hidden from the Fallen Mother Goddess and the Mother Tree of Desire.
Why exactly is this happening?
In the past, when the Chain of Stars involved the authority of other extraordinary pathways, there was no obvious change.
Hastur thought for a long time before gradually finding a more reasonable explanation.
Perhaps because he is now a demigod in the sequence, the power of awakening in the Palace of Stars is stronger, and the impact he has on the real world through the Palace of Stars is greater.
Even if it is just a small symbol, it is an extremely clear signal to the entire world.
A cough from a superior person is like a hurricane that can destroy an entire world.
"High status..."
Hastur's understanding of this vocabulary has deepened.
If I wait until Sequence 1 before involving the authority of the moon, the impact on the Crimson Moon will definitely be greater, and a divine war may directly break out.
"The stars, the night, the moon, the nights from now on will all have their own shapes."
Hastur thought about it for a while, and felt that it was still too early. He had only been involved and influenced the night and the moon, but he was still far from controlling them.
He still needs time.
Chapter 497 Lost History
Leaving the Hall of Stars, Hastur stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom. With the starlight projected from the window, he could clearly see himself in the mirror, with a moon in his eyes.
The crimson moon turned into a small round and curled up inside his pupils.
It makes Hastur's whole temperament a little more sinister.
Hastur stared for a moment, then blinked, and everything returned to normal.
"There's almost no room left."
Hasta murmured and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable bath to relieve the fatigue of tonight.
As soon as she put on her bath towel and walked out of the room, she saw Azshara lying on a large chandelier in the corridor, swaying gently, making the light falling crookedly as if she was drunk.
"Aren't you going to stay with Sharon tonight?"
"Meow."
Azshara poked half of her head out of the large chandelier, her eyes filled with entanglement, hesitation and other emotions.
"Is your greedy cat worried?"
Hastur stepped forward and stretched out his hand to wave. Azshara jumped down from the large chandelier and landed accurately on Hastur's shoulder. It turned over and lay its head towards Hastur's neck. .
"Meow."
"Don't you always like to discuss matters with Sharon?" Hasta touched its little head, "Did Sharon hide in the mirror early tonight?"
"Meow."
Azshara just meowed meaninglessly.
"It's already very late. If anything happens, I'll come back tomorrow morning to listen to your complaint."
Hastur took Azshara back to his room and let her sleep there tonight.
When Hastur went to bed to rest, Azshara lay in her exclusive cat house, still not sleepy at all.
When Hastur woke up the next day, Azshara had disappeared, and he didn't pay too much attention. Azshara liked to wander around, and maybe she had gone to harm those small fish.
When Hastur finished washing and enjoying breakfast, Azshara had not appeared yet. He frowned slightly and came to Sharon's room. He only saw Sharon, not Azshara.
"It seems that something big happened." Hastur came to Sharon and stood side by side with her. "What happened to that little guy?"
"The role is successful, but I don't want to be promoted to the Witch of Joy." Sharon briefly explained the reason for Azshara's recent bad mood.
"The Pleasure Witch... is quite tricky, and it's easy to lose yourself."
This should be the sequence in the entire witch path where one is most likely to fall into depravity.
Although happiness is not limited to the bed-related matters between men and women, this is the fastest way to perform.
There are not many witches that Hastur knows, but every pleasure witch is addicted to pleasure in this sequence, regardless of body and mind.
If you are a man, this sequence is simply the most painful sequence. Watching yourself sink into pleasure under each man is simply a torture.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some men are born to enjoy it.
"You are a temperance group, do you have any different opinions on this sequence?" Hasta asked Sharon the question.
"Control your desires, pleasure is also a desire."
"Like you?"
Hastur said meaningfully.
"Don't interrupt." Sharon reached out and patted Hastur's arm, then remained silent, as if she was annoyed that Hastur had interrupted her conversation.
"I'll tell you for you. Do you think I am right or not?" Hasta took over Sharon's broken words and continued: "Enjoying pleasure is not necessarily limited to that thing. You like to play by nature, so you can do the same. Get pleasure from all kinds of play.”
“I like delicious food and enjoy eating delicious food.”
"That's what you meant to say, right?"
Sharon just nodded, agreeing with Hastur's statement.
"But have you ever thought about it, happiness and happiness are not the same thing, otherwise the Witch Sect wouldn't be the messy mess it is now."
Sharon was silent for a while and then said calmly: "So, their paths have gone astray."
These words were said very domineeringly, Hasta smiled and said: "I think so too."
"Happiness can also be pure joy and joy."
"The reason why the Witch Cult has always followed the current path of acting is just to better experience the pain and despair that will follow."
Sharon raised her head slightly and glanced at Hastur, as if she was curious about his change of tone so quickly.
"I think for Azshara, pain and despair are the more difficult hurdles for it to overcome. After all, it has always been used to being careless." Hastur gave his own answer, "When meeting Azshara , just enlighten it like this. As for the magic potion it needs, it’s not difficult and you can get it together within a week.”
"What if you had taken the assassin path?"
Sharon was a little curious about what it would be like for Hastur to embark on this extraordinary path from male to female.
Hastur turned sideways, stared into Sharon's slightly evasive eyes, and said in a rough tone: "Do you really want to know the answer to this question?"
Something seemed a little bad... Sharon raised her head and glanced at Hastur, but she was still curious about what Hastur would do when she became a pleasure witch, so she just stood there without moving.
"Come closer and I'll tell you."
"No."
Sharon subconsciously refused, and stepped back to distance herself from Hastur, but Hastur had already hugged her around the waist.
"I will come to you every day for a happy performance, no matter night or day."
Sharon's cheeks and earlobes were as red as clouds in an instant. With a hiss, she got into the mirror on the table next to her, hiding and refusing to come out.
"It seems that you haven't completely restrained your curiosity."
Hastur joked in the mirror before turning and leaving the room.
……
In a hidden history of the Fourth Age, Zaratul has been here for almost two months. He feels it is time to leave here and go out to explore the situation in the outside world.
In order to prevent the stars from following his clones to find his real body, except for one clone that had been secretly hidden and could be used to resurrect him at a critical moment, he did not send any more clones out. This made him ignorant of the world happening outside. .
If you keep pretending to be blind, you will be ruthlessly eliminated by history.
When Zaratul came out of that hidden history, he left a key clone here to avoid any accidents later.
The starry sky of the Fourth Epoch still has no trace of stars. He came along the torrent of history.
, rushing through the layers of history and trying to return to the present era.
When He was about to return, he felt that a fog appeared in the history ahead, covering all directions from front to back, left, and right.
In this sudden historical fog, even He couldn't see clearly where the real history was for a while, and he didn't know whether to move forward or retreat.
Zaratul stopped walking through history, stayed where he was, and carefully observed the historical fog surrounding him for no reason.
Some people want to lose themselves in the past history!
After just observing for a while, Zaratul guessed the purpose of this mist.
But what he didn't understand was that Antigonus had gone crazy on the path of fortune telling. He should be the first person on this extraordinary path. Who has the confidence to deal with himself through history?
He sneered, not caring about the scene in front of him.
After observing for a while, he recognized that his current location should be about 50 years ago in the real world.
The front and rear positions have not changed, which means we only need to move forward another 50 years or so.
When He moved forward about 50 years in history, He found himself back in his original position.
"interesting."