Chapter 2089 Repayment, that is the only value of my existence
The Misty Beach was completely silent due to Hastur's coma. Only the two alchemy arrays buried deep in the mire and made entirely of fine gold continued to rotate slowly, always maintaining the balance of the space.
Hastur, who had long since released his true form, was lying on the ground. Unless his chest rose and fell occasionally, he would have been no different from a corpse.
All the spiritual power that had been devoured previously was absorbed by its body, because most of the remnants of ancient ferocious beasts preferred to rely on their own claws or teeth instead of swords and staffs.
After being fused with the poisonous psychic power, Hastur can say that as long as he wants to, he can put his hand into the stream and turn it into a poisonous pool. Even the things he touches are contaminated with strong poison, and he will die immediately after entering.
Moreover, Hastur has no need to practice now. Every inch of his skin can absorb the power of poisonous spiritual energy all around him at all times.
Another advantage of this change is that as long as Hastur wishes it, most people will no longer be able to accurately perceive his existence. From the perspective of those people, Hastur is like a poison with a relatively high concentration.
The power of psychic energy.
But the problem now is not that Hastur has infinite possibilities in the future, but how he can wake up. This is the final test of the relic, and it is also the last difficulty in the third journey of transformation.
Throughout history, although countless relics finally got their wish and transformed into true ancient ferocious beasts, many more powerful relics eventually fell at the last stage of their transformation journey.
Failure to wake up in time means that the body will one day be completely consumed, or it will be devoured by more powerful creatures in the process.
Hastur naturally wouldn't worry about the second question. After all, he was in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, and there was no way he would be disturbed by anyone.
But correspondingly, the six companions will not help him complete his third journey of transformation. After all, the truly powerful will only choose to break through on their own rather than relying on external forces.
So, despite the fact that Hastur has a new body now, the actual situation is not very optimistic, or it can be said that it is extremely bad.
The only effective way is for his lover, the female soul butterfly Alberto, to revive him by using the power of his nervous system. However, the other party has been grounded by Gloria, but there is nothing he can do.
Time passed day by day. From the beginning, I was lucky enough to survive and huddled in the shadows with my last breath. Then, after noticing that there was nothing strange, I cautiously crawled out of the nest. Finally, I plucked up the courage and slowly climbed to Hastur.
around.
For poisons, this world is very simple. They either try to avoid being eaten by more powerful creatures, or they seize any opportunity to devour them and make themselves stronger.
In their eyes, Hastur used to be the ruler of this space, and they could only choose to accept all the other party's demands, whether it was to reproduce offspring or be devoured by the other party.
But today, the powerful Hastur fell down, not in a deep sleep, but no longer able to emit a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.
From the perspective of simple-minded poisonous creatures, even if they can't eat Hastur's body quickly, there is no reason to let go of this opportunity. As long as it can make them stronger, they don't mind slowing down their eating speed.
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However, a moment later, the poisonous creatures scattered away again at an alarming speed, as if they sensed that danger was about to come.
Gudong, Gudong! It was a faint sound like a baby swallowing saliva. I saw a female insect as long as a little finger crawled out from the insect nest in Hastur's left eye, and then looked around.
Although this little guy looks very insignificant, the spiritual energy fluctuations it emits actually reach the level of ancient ferocious beasts.
However, compared to Alberto, who also lived in the insect nest in his early years, this female insect seems to have no spirituality, or is extremely stupid. But at least it remembers the only value of its existence and has not forgotten it.
How to help the master.
"Repay" is the only reason for the existence of the mother worm, and it is also the mission imprinted deep in its soul. It is transformed by the excessive poisonous psychic power in Hastur's body, condensed to the extreme, but in the spiritual power
The total amount is equivalent to the ontology.
Therefore, the kind of spiritual energy fluctuations at the level of ancient ferocious beasts it currently emits also shows from the side that Hastur is only one step away from transforming into a true ancient ferocious beast.
Compared to Hastur's current miserable state, this female insect appears to be extremely active. After all, it is a polymer of poisonous psychic power that has been accumulated for nearly a hundred years.
After sensing that all the poisonous creatures had retreated, the mother worm slowly crawled to the right side of Hastur's chest, seemingly ready to help her master solve the problem. (Hasta is different from ordinary people, his heart is on the right side)
The tail end twisted into a sharp weapon, and eventually it penetrated Hastur's body directly, and finally reached the surface of the heart. Then, the thin needle-like sharp weapon slowly penetrated Hastur's heart without any hesitation.
As time passed by, the originally chubby body of the female insect began to shrink, and eventually it dried up until only an empty shell remained.
The night wind blew slowly, and the empty shell turned into countless debris and disappeared completely. At the same time, Hastur, who was originally unconscious, actually opened his eyes, but he was completely restored to his original state.
"It seems that a hundred years is too hasty for me. I didn't expect that my ability would be so poor."
"But fortunately, it was successful. It's a pity that now I am the only one left in the Soul Butterfly clan. I can't protect any clan members, and there is no chance to restore the clan's glory."
Hastur sighed and looked at the night sky with some sadness. After all, he is the last king of the soul butterfly clan, but now he has successfully completed his third transformation journey and transformed into an ancient ferocious beast, but his clan members have long since
Died millions of years ago.
This is Hastur's deepest hidden sorrow, but even Christine does not know it. But he feels that he can't change anything, and he hopes to start a plane journey as soon as possible and leave this world.
"We have been together for more than a hundred years. Although you and I have never fought together, you are the only one who has been by my side."
"Rest in peace, this is your fate as an aggregate of poisonous psychic power, and it is also the result of repaying your debt as a female insect."
Hastur muttered to himself while rubbing the blood hole on his chest. Immediately, the power of poisonous psychic energy was concentrated on the insect nest in the left eye, and a bean-sized worm appeared inside it at some unknown time.
sarcoma.
The power of poisonous psychic energy continued to invade the sarcoma, and eventually the sarcoma burst, and a new female worm was born. But now, after Hastur successfully transformed into an ancient beast, the female worm actually possessed the power from the moment of its birth.
It has psychic energy fluctuations equivalent to the level of ancient ferocious beasts.
The little guy climbed out of the insect nest unscrupulously, first circling around Hastur's face, and then landed on the back of his hand with a splat.
"Oh? You said you want to protect me? Then I'll take care of everything from now on. I have no doubt about it."
"Go back. Compared with your loyalty, you need to work harder to swallow the poisonous psychic power overflowing from my body. After all, strength is what convinces you. I'd better leave the big words to Alberto."
That was a body language that only Hastur and the mother worm could understand. After hearing the words, the mother worm obediently crawled back into the nest and began to fall asleep.
Looking back at Hastur, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, secretly wondering why he suddenly thought about that guy Alberto. After all, in his eyes, the other person has now become a burden and only flatters Lady Gloria all day long.