"Who are you?"

"Great Hasta!"

"Few people would say they are great. ”

“... Hasta. ”

“...... Where is this?"

"The Great Hasta's Favor!"

"But you said before that this is my hell?"

"For greedy souls, this is a real hell. For those who have strong faith, this is just a wilderness. Only those who do not lack both reason and luck can get out of the illusion here. ”

Zheng Qing stood under the huge bronze door, and the yellow-clothed man wearing a white mask stood in front of him, and the two of them asked and answered, like the interaction between a scholar and a teacher.

If it weren't for those tentacles that were hidden behind the fog and squirmed.

Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of those wriggling shadows in the corner of his eyes, and his eyes immediately had a tingling sensation, as if facing the cold wind in winter, which made him immediately withdraw his gaze and focus on the existence in front of him who called himself 'Hasta'.

Zheng Qing knows the name 'Hasta'. Ever since he had beaten a descendant of Satorgoia in the River of Silence, and then dealt with Nikolath and Tyndalus Hounds one after another, the young scholar had made up some forbidden knowledge about the depths of the starry sky, and was familiar with the names of many outer gods.

Hasta is one of them.

Better known as the 'King of the Yellow Coat' and the 'Lord of the Deep Sky and the Sea', Cthulhu is said to be his brother and Sabu Nicholas his consort, and mortals who see Him will inevitably suffer evil consequences, either madness or death.

For this last point, Zheng Qing remained skeptical, but would never ignore it.

He touched the few talismans hanging on his body again, felt the warmth transmitted from the talismans, and felt a little comfort in his heart: "Sounds a little complicated...... But you, are you really Hasta? As far as I know, His Highness Hasta belongs to the stars. ”

This sentence vaguely reminds the other party that there is a long distance between the starry sky and the present world, and there is also a powerful magic agreement barrier. The Alliance will not allow an Outer God to appear unchecked.

But as soon as the words came out, Zheng Qing immediately regretted it.

Because these are two questions.

At the same time as he said this, the handful of golden beans in his palm immediately disappeared. Coupled with the two gems that disappeared before, Zheng Qing suddenly felt distressed.

"I'm Hasta, but the great Hasta is not me. The King in Yellow first corrected a slight error in the young wizard's understanding, and then added, "Moreover, this is a dreamland, not the real world, and not Phuket. ”

Zheng Qing's heart was painful, but there was also a hint of abruptness in his heart.

'Yes and no' is a very clear statement for wizards - the other party is an incarnation of the great Hasta.

Although the existence of wandering in the depths of the starry sky cannot come to this world, it does not mean that they have nothing to do with reality. They may have descendants to take care of, they may have believers who worship them, and they may need to trade magical materials with the great wizards of the ground to get what they need.

The agreement between the wizards and the stars clearly limits their coming.

So there is an avatar.

Coming into the world as a projection, an incarnation, or even a descendant has become the safest choice for many outer gods. The descendants of the Satogua entrenched in the Silent River, the black goat cub that had appeared in the northern part of Beta, and the yellow-robed being in front of him were among those choices.

With this suddenly, Zheng Qing also recalled more things about the incarnation of Hasta - about this, Zheng Qing saw two completely different statements in the book.

One theory is that Hasta originated from the sea, so the real body bears some of the characteristics of an octopus, and is an aquatic creature with huge tentacles, accompanied by an evil purple light that seems to be unearthly. His incarnation is known as the 'Celebrant of the Distance', a wrinkled, black flying creature with claws and tentacles.

Most of the images of the wizarding world regarding the existence in the depths of the starry sky are similar to this, and their reliability is questionable.

Another version is that Hasta is a good shepherd god, ragged and agile with a grace that is not of mortal proportions. In this image, He sometimes incarnates as a mystical saint dressed in a shimmering green tattered robe, known as the Emerald Lama.

Yellow robe, lamas and gods, these elements of faith add up, Zheng Qing can only think of one word, Atlas. He strongly suspects that there is some kind of mysterious connection between Hasta and Atlas Academy.

But he's not a student at Atlas Academy, and he's not good at pulling relationships.

The young wizard looked up and looked around - if this was the place of the great Hasta, then what was the reason for him to pull himself in?

"You said it before," he counted the number of gems and golden beans in his hand, carefully glanced at the white soft mask under the hood of the man in yellow, and said cautiously, "Can I leave the dream realm safely with Zhu Si?"

He bites the word 'safe' very hard.

Hasta's avatar did not answer immediately.

He lowered his head and looked at Zheng Qing for a long time, and the wizard he had been looking at was hairy, and cold sweat was dripping on his back before he spoke again: "If you accept my gift." ”

"Gift?" the wizard repeated the word with some uneasiness.

A gift from the depths of the starry sky, it is the gift that wizards most desire and fear.

The desire lies in the fact that the gifts from the depths of the starry sky are very valuable, which can make a wizard with ordinary qualifications easily become a great wizard, and even allow a great wizard to break through the bottleneck of the legend.

Fear is because 'all the gifts of fate have been secretly priced'. The more you gain, the more you lose - similar to the Mundell paradox in the Law of Transfiguration, when a wizard receives the power of the stars, he will pay the price of appearance, form, sanity, and even self.

"Do I have any other choice?" the young wizard asked with a hint of luck, and reminded at the same time, "My husband is very powerful, even more powerful than the ancient wizards!"

A strange laugh came from under the white soft mask.

"This is a place outside the law, and even Azathoth, who has attained the source of all things, cannot touch it. Hasta's incarnate voice became gentle: "Your husband may be very powerful, but it is difficult to find this place for a moment...... And precisely because He's so powerful, you should feel more comfortable with the gift, shouldn't you?"

Zheng Qing suddenly felt that what the man in yellow said made some sense.

Since Mr. can reverse time and space and refine death into life, then it should not be a problem to eliminate the pollution from the depths of the starry sky in his body.

And.

The corner of Zheng Qing's eyes glanced at the huge tentacles that spread on the edge of the mist, encircling him, and watched them loom rolling and threatening, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

He really had no other choice.