"Damn it! Damn it! Why do I still show no signs of getting stronger even though I have already recovered?"
"Brother Perseus, you always say that you are very stupid, but in my opinion, you are the most powerful remnant of ancient ferocious beasts."
"Not only can it control gravity, but its body is also extremely powerful. You must know that this is the most perfect form of the ancient ferocious beast relics, not to mention that if it is really not forced into a desperate situation, it must be able to quickly even in the 'hanging tree' state
Regain your strength."
"And what about me? I'm just a soul butterfly who has lost all my clan members! Except for Sister Christine, no one will regard me as the most important existence, not even Lord Rikka!"
"No! This is absolutely not possible! Sister Christine is already a peak powerhouse. If I never stop moving forward, I will either be abandoned in the end or drag everyone down again!"
The gurgling stream is constantly caressing the green moss on the surface of the cobblestones, and the scattered light spots are like fireflies in the daytime. But in this dense forest, something seems to be missing.
Chaos Poison Ivy (bow and arrow) never appeared again, but black dots always appeared on the Marauder's Map. It's just that those black dots just appeared, but disappeared in an instant.
The female contract beast in the left-eyed insect nest has regained its vitality. I saw this little guy standing upright at this moment, and the pair of black bean eyes exuded wisps of ghostly light.
As for Hastur's right eye, it has also completely recovered. It is a bright red pupil that looks exactly like Christine's, but compared to the former, it is a little more unruly.
Although the female insect regained its vitality, even though its right eye regained its brightness, Hastur did not show any luck because of this. Instead, after asking for a lot of magic crystals from Rikka, he stepped into the hinterland of the primeval forest alone.
.
If Perseus's troubles were due to his inability to repay Rikka, then Hastur was due to his indifferent actions. In his mind, if he could be stronger, he wouldn't be as bad as Sister Christine.
Will I live in some emerald valley in a lowly manner?
Even though Hastur always has a "knowing king" attitude on weekdays, he is perhaps the humblest one among the six. Rikka is ridiculously powerful, and Boom is the only space magician, and now
He has actually cultivated to the level of a magician.
Christine is not only a great mage of the dark system, but also extremely knowledgeable. Perseus is focused on following in the footsteps of his master. Although he looks very stupid on the surface, he is also loyal. As for the last companion, Glory
Ya, it seems that she has the capital to compete with Rikka from the day she was born, which is definitely not comparable to the remnants of ancient ferocious beasts like herself.
That's why Hastur has become so "lively" because he hopes to understand the world more quickly and plans to integrate into his companions through this behavior.
It's just that although this can gain some attention on weekdays, in times of crisis like today, everything still has to be done with strength.
The shadowing technique was activated instantly, and Hastur, who was still leaning under the shade of the tree, disappeared out of thin air. There was only a faint fluctuation of poisonous magic in the air.
It's just that these poisonous magic powers are instantly replaced by the soul-controlling pressure, which is a kind of power that can cause illusions at first, and directly plunge the opponent into mental chaos at worst.
"If I can have some more time, I will definitely find a way to become stronger."
"But this should be enough. They are just some peak powerhouses. Where will it be my turn to take action? Whether it is Master Rikka, Sister Christine, or even Brother Perseus, they can all do it.
Behead."
Although Hastur's words were spoken easily, his left arm had already transformed into the shape of a recurve bow. Because no one really wants to do nothing, and they still know that they will be laughed at.
"Secret Technique, Clear Insects and Locusts!" The armor first twisted into arrows, and then turned into countless barbed blades, falling from the sky like a shower.
However, there was always nothing in front of Hastur. Except for some buzzing mosquitoes and flies, there was only a strange smell that was always lingering in the air.
Time passed day by day, and the magic crystals he wanted from Rikka disappeared one by one. Hastur always leaned under the shade of the tree, no matter the sky was clear or the clouds were overcast.
The first five nails had long since become invisible, and their growth rate could not catch up with the secretary's performance. The pink flesh buds turned deep red, and eventually the blood began to drip, staining a large area of soil red.
But even so, Hastur's secret skills have never been interrupted, and when the bowstring trembled at the end of the day, the dense forest fell into complete silence, and there was no more sound.
The stream is still flowing fast, and the fish cubs are coveting the green moss in front of them, and at the same time they are wary of any predators. The cicadas that were supposed to be chirping have long been crushed into empty shells, which are the masterpieces of centipedes or ants.
But the most incomprehensible thing is that there is no buzzing sound of mosquitoes and flies in this dense forest. But the grass in front of Hasta has long been covered with the corpses of mosquitoes and flies.
"Your greatest advantage is not strength or speed, but the ability to react in an instant."
"Although I am not as knowledgeable as Christine, in terms of combat ability, I am still far above you."
"Don't pursue power, let alone the most amazing speed. Your only strength is that explosive power, at least that's what I think."
Once upon a time, Rikka said softly while eating snacks. Then Rikka popped out a stone, which was difficult to deal with regardless of its speed and power. But Hastur twisted his body subconsciously and managed to avoid it without any damage. This time he seemed to have done nothing because he was at a loss what to do. In the end, he even became blind and became a burden-like existence.
"Sister, I can agree with many of your suggestions, but when it comes to combat, Rikka-sama is the most suitable mentor for me."
"Since I don't hear those noises anymore, it means that Brother Perseus has fully recovered his strength, then it's time for me to leave this primeval forest."
Hastur's expression changed, and he once again became his usual innocent look. Then the recurve bow shattered into pieces and disappeared, and the five nails on his left hand returned to normal again.
The same black robe rustled in the night wind, and the golden petal magic pattern reflected the moonlight, looking extremely peaceful. However, Hastur's footsteps stopped, and his eyes swayed slightly, and the three figures were completely different.
Different expressions are revealed.
"It's good to be back. Although these fungus soups have gone cold, they are still edible." Christine looked at Hastur up and down and said with a smile.
"It's too slow. I thought I was the last one to return, but I didn't expect you to be so procrastinating." Although Perseus said this, he turned around and sat by the bonfire.
"Just don't hold back." Rikka looked at Hastur, neither blaming nor approving at all.
A moment later, there were only three people left by the campfire, except for Rikka. But after more than half a year of escaping, no one could blame the little girl for this. Instead, they should be grateful that there was such a powerful being beside them. "Are you ready? We should be returning to Jackdaw City in a few days. Although I am very powerful, I cannot guarantee anyone's safety in this situation."
Christine looked at the crackling bonfire in front of her and murmured to herself. Perseus snorted coldly and then crushed the clay bowl in his hand. Hastur did not respond, but his eyes suddenly became filled with emotion.