Chapter 181
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"Mr. Stan! Long time no see. " Betty happily greeted the guests who came in and wagged her tail excitedly. One must know that Stan was a regular customer. However, Betty rarely saw Stan come over recently. She didn't know what happened. She didn't know what happened.
"Mmm." The man with a gloomy face sat in his seat and waited quietly. He did not need to say anything. Chen Ze naturally knew what he wanted to order.
Chen Ze looked at the fridge. It seemed like he had to buy some ingredients tomorrow. He did not have enough ingredients to make a Buffy.
"Stan, long time no see," Chen Ze said to Stan as he made a Buffy.
"There's a problem with the God." Stan was still expressionless. He said this sentence as casually as if he was going out for a walk.
"Huh?" Betty looked at Stan in surprise. Stan was a top master in the Negative Plane. If he said that there was a problem with the God, it was not a small matter.
"Hmm?" Chen Ze was a little confused. Could it be that Freymea and Reinhardt really went to pull down the God's throne? That was too exaggerated, wasn't it?
When Freymea and the others came last time, Chen Ze asked Lavra. Lavra said that the three of them were no match for her. Then there was no reason for her to kill the God in a few days.
If Freymea and the others grew so strong, then after a while, they would be able to destroy a planet with one punch. Or maybe they would even start to destroy galaxies.
Chen Ze really wanted to complain. If this kind of combat power grew too fast, there was no way to fight. It was just like the dragon balls. At first, they were still human, but then they started to destroy galaxies one by one. Chen Ze felt that sooner or later, they would destroy galaxies one by one.
Chen Ze felt that the purple potato spirit, who had spent a lot of effort on the universe's family planning, was simply too weak compared to these people. It would be better to let the purple potato spirit collect the seven dragon balls and then make a wish to let the super players come over to play.
It was guaranteed that the purple potato spirit would be able to achieve its performance target.
"Today, I can't feel the power of the God of Darkness." Stan took the plate from Betty and slowly ate his Buffy.
Betty's pupils dilated in surprise. The God of Darkness was the same as the God of Light. Ninety-nine percent of the intelligent creatures in the entire Negative Plane were his believers.
Chen Ze put a strawberry on the Buffy. He didn't care whether the God of Darkness was the God of Darkness or not. He only cared about whether it would bring any trouble to the guests he knew and whether it would affect Lavra.
"I've contacted the Pope, and I can't feel the power of the God of Light." Stan casually threw out a heavy bomb, but he only received a frightened look from Betty.
"Will it affect Lavra?" Chen Ze couldn't help but ask.
"No, but I'm not sure if it's a threat." Stan shook his head. He had a terrible guess in his heart, but he didn't want to think about whether it was true or not.
"If … if the god fell …" Betty almost fell to the ground.
Stan silently ate his Buffy. He didn't care whether the god fell or not. In fact, he had always been pursuing magic. Although most magicians believed in the Goddess of Magic, Stan was an exception.
Rather than believing in the Goddess of Magic, Stan believed in the magic he had mastered and the truth of the whole world. Believing in the god was just to save some trouble.
Otherwise, it would be very annoying to be surrounded by a group of clerics every day.
Chen Ze touched his chin. If what Betty said was true, and the god fell, then the stability of the Otherworld would depend on the existence that caused the god's fall. However, he didn't know what that existence was like.
Hastur frowned and raised his head, looking at the place where he was sealed. He could feel a familiar guest in his house.
"You guys film here first. Angelina, I'll tell you one more time. You have to act like an innocent girl pretending to be a delinquent, got it?" Hastur felt that this was the most tiring period of his life. These people didn't understand what he meant at all.
Although Hastur wanted to show them Unheard Flower, he felt that it would be cheating, so he gave up on the idea.
Hastur undid his seal and returned to his room. As soon as he entered, he saw a black shadow wriggling around in his room. It was looking at his computer with interest, drinking his cola and eating his chips.
"You better stop before you go too far! Nyarlathotep! "Hastur felt his rage points going off the charts.
If this was a fighting game, Hastur would already have three tubes of Qi and could use a sure-kill move.
"Tsk tsk, what do you look like?" The black mist rolled. It didn't have any facial features, but one could feel where it was looking.
"What are you doing in this world?" Hastur rolled his eyes. She would turn into a white-haired loli whenever she returned to this room. It was a habit of hers.
The black fog condensed into the shape of a human. Then, a boy with a dead look appeared in Hastur's room.
"I was bored, so I came to have some fun." Nyarlathotep sat on Hastur's bed and picked up the handheld game that Hastur had placed on top of it. He played with it curiously.
"You're quite self-aware. That thing is mine." Hastur waved his hand and took the handheld game back. There were quite a lot of save files inside. If Nyarlathotep broke it, he would really do something.
"You're the one behind all this, right?" Hastur looked at his game and nodded with satisfaction. Very good, there was no problem with the save files.
"Yeah, a bunch of ants. I wanted to play slowly, but when I sensed your presence, I did it myself." Nyarlathotep rolled his eyes and picked up the comic that Hastur had placed on the bedside table.
"Stop giving me trouble. How am I supposed to live a peaceful life here if I'm noticed?" Hastur took the bag of chips back. Nyarlathotep was about to open another bag of chips.
Nyarlathotep was not human. This was Hastur's last bag of chips. If there were no more, Hastur would have to buy a few more boxes online.
"I haven't even said anything about you. How dare you set your sights on that universe? The one up there might still be asleep, but if I find out, I'll be able to dance at your grave. " Nyarlathotep glanced at Hastur's internet cable. One end was plugged into the computer, but the other end was connected to an unknown location through the void.
"Don't worry, I did it discreetly." Hastur confidently set a flag for himself.
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