Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1453 The story of fate

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"Swear on my name!"

The moment he recited the oath, he raised his knife and slashed down.

The ultimate edge erupted, cutting off the chaotic and chaotic void, and the sword energy rushed like a long river, and the place it passed was blank.

In the end, the chaos dissipated, and the eyes were completely new.

An ancient theater-style building stands impressively in the middle of the dilapidated city ruins. The mottled stones silently tell the history. Above the head is a quiet and rippling lake, and under the feet are stars arranged and combined.

It's a complex of... silent underwater buildings.

Up and down, left and right, seem to be reversed, and the spatial structure of the entire ruins presents a distorted disorder, which seems to be far away, deep and shallow.

"It feels very similar to Lalaiye..."

Lord sensed the direction carefully, and found that the entire space was in a state of confusion, and on the ruined walls all around, there were depictions of madness.

There is no doubt that an Old One sleeps here.

"Welcome to... Calcosa's dream."

A lady wearing a mask and a long skirt fluttered over and said respectfully: "Great master, I have been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

Obviously, the owner of this place has long known that he will come.

However, he also noticed one thing, and that was the 'Carcosa's dream' mentioned by the woman.

Here... is it a dream?

Is it a metaphor of some kind of wording, or is this place really just a dream?

"Hasta?"

Lord glanced at the woman, and there was a familiar yellow mark on that pale mask.

"It is the lord of the star sea in the deep space, the indescribable one."

the woman replied.

"Where's Natasha?"

Lord said.

"Natasha? I'm not sure. If you have any questions, you can ask the great master yourself." The woman said, "I believe that the wise starry sky master will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Oh... what a big breath."

Lord sarcastically said, "Any questions...can you answer them?"

"Yes."

The woman said frantically: "The great Lord of the Starry Sky in the Deep Sea is an omnipotent and omniscient existence. Any questions you may have can be answered from her. Please don't doubt this, sir."

"Okay, then let me see."

Lord didn't talk nonsense, and walked directly to the theater.

He wanted to see what kind of ability Hastur had, dared to boast, and could answer all his questions.

The woman leads the way, and he follows.

Passing through some ruins along the way, Lord expressed his feelings and asked casually: "Since your master is so powerful, how did Carcosa be destroyed?"

Hearing this, the woman stopped in her tracks.

She squatted down slowly, picked up a handful of ruined dust, put it near her mouth and blew it, let the wind and sand fall, then turned around and said slowly: "Sir, knowing everything does not mean that you can Change everything, fate is not a shackle, but... the inertia of choice."

"Choose...inertia?"

Lord seemed to understand a little bit, as if he understood a little bit, but he couldn't understand it after thinking about it.

"Soon, you'll find out."

The woman smiled slightly: "We are not enemies, or... To some extent, your enemy has never been a specific person or thing."

"The last one who spoke riddles in front of me, do you know what happened to her?" Lord said coldly.

"Losing life is the most insignificant thing for us."

The woman was not afraid, and said: "So, please come with me, and don't make the master wait too long."

She is just a fabricated fantasy in this dream, she can be resurrected even if she dies, and she is indeed not afraid.

"Let's go."

Lord said.

The two walked through the ruins of the city and came to the old yellow theater, which contained a dilapidated stage and countless dead audiences.

A woman wearing a mask, wearing a yellow fluffy long dress, danced wildly on the stage, and there were two people with dull faces in the audience, clapping like mechanical puppets.

The soles of the women on the stage were bleeding from abrasions.

And the dancing posture can't be called graceful, it can even be said... a little scary, after all, every swing of the arms and legs is completely out of the human category, as if it is a soft creature without bones.

"Natasha, Black Panther, Rhodes..."

Although they were all wearing masks, the fluctuations of their souls still allowed Lord to recognize them at a glance. They were the three missing people.

"Lord walked into Carcosa's theater..."

"He frowned, looking at Natasha, who was dancing wildly, and the sluggish Black Panther and Rhodes."

"He spoke first."

"Come out, Hastur."

"Come out, Hastur."

The two voices sounded at the same time, and Lord suddenly felt uncomfortable, his brows were tightly frowned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"I've been here, Mr. Lord."

The woman who led the way floated over, but her mask disappeared, replaced by a hazy face, like the face of Mohu wrapped in mist.

She was wearing a tattered yellow robe, and under the empty robe was a familiar tentacle tissue, wriggling and approaching him.

"In an attempt to break Destiny's Child, he frowned tightly and let out a disdainful voice in a cold voice."

"Humph…"

Lord frowned tightly, but realized that he was predicted again, and he felt confused:

"That's all you can do? Hastur!"

"That's all you can do? Hastur!"

The two voices sounded at the same time again, without the slightest mistake, not even a one-thousandth or one-tenth of a millionth error, it was at the same time and in an instant.

"Oh, poor man..."

Hastur floated closer, staring at Lord's almost fire-breathing eyes, and said in a joking voice: "The self-righteous one can break free from fate, but he doesn't know that every step he takes is following the order of fate." Going the established route."

Lord stared at her coldly without saying a word.

"You want to get out of your own script..."

Hastur circled around him, and said quietly: "It seems that if you know your own lines, you can rewrite them."

"Stop making detours!"

"Stop making detours!"

Once again, two voices sounded at the same time.

"enough!"

"enough!"

Lord was furious.

boom!

The spiritual pressure is like a huge surging tsunami~www.novelbuddy.com~ covered the entire theater in an instant, the overwhelming coercion shook the space, and the ancient mottled walls were cracked inch by inch!

"If you want to show off your omnipotent power, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person."

Lord said with a cold face: "Although I don't know what tricks you are playing, I am not interested in playing such boring games with you, Hastur."

"You will die, you who defy fate, Lord."

Hastur no longer kept a secret this time, and said directly.

"I will not die, and fate cannot restrain me. There are still many people waiting for me!"

"I will not die, and fate cannot restrain me. There are still many people waiting for me!"

Before Lord had an attack, Hastur laughed and said, "You don't believe in fate, but you still follow it. What do you think... what is fate?"

"Even if I have to go, I have to go my own way."

Lord suppressed his anger, and replied: "It's not a planned, established fate!"