Stratholme God

Chapter 1461: Earthy Whispers vs. The Hottest Tucao

Normally speaking, N'Zoth's real killer move is his whisper.

From the beginning of the war, the whispering of the old god has never stopped. Whether you want it or not, its voice will reach the surface of your spiritual world. As for whether it is penetrated by the spirit, it all depends on your personal defense will.

Before N'Zoth discovered the flaw in his mind, the rate of decline in [Sanity] was very low, about 1 or 2 points of sanity per system evaluation per minute.

Once the vital point of the mind is found, such as Malfurion, the mind may collapse instantly, and then jump back in a second, and run to cheat teammates.

As if encouraged by Malfurion's breakdown, N'Zoth's chatter became more frequent.

"They are courageous, but their eyes are still closed and they cannot see the right way!"

"But you are different, my loyal voter, all eyes have been opened, and you are the first pair..."

"Destroy your allies and start the real promotion!"

The deep and magnetic voice lures every mortal invader who enters Ny'alotha.Most normal beings will subconsciously refute the words of the ancient gods in their hearts, saying things like "I am not your chosen one" and "I will not betray my allies".

This thing is like a spam text message asking you to reply to [TD] to unsubscribe, you really replied in order not to be harassed.On the contrary, it will be marked as a "living person" by the other party, who will harass you more and more, and even try to steal your information.

The correct operation is to block directly.

It is not so easy for the human mind to blacken N'Zoth. At this time, ignoring it is the best way in theory.

Of course, someone always finds another way.

[Darkness and Battle Blade] first proposed: "Dear Enzos, I poked myself in the eyes in advance to become a demon hunter, and now I am blind, what should I do?"

N'Zoth: "..."

This is not outrageous, outrageous, the one who opened the door to outrageous is still behind.

As the saying goes, "talented people come out from generation to generation, and a generation of dirty gods is better than old gods".

[Freedom Blue Bird] took the initiative to contact En Zuosi's spirit: "Old En! Tell me, what kind of eyes do people have, are they blind?"

While talking, this guy pouted his ass in the spiritual world.

N'Zoth: "..."

Before N'Zosi could answer, [Freedom Blue Bird] was like a shy boy: "Damn it! It's too sloppy, how can you think about it, it's [corns]! Corns are the limitations caused by long-term pressure and friction on the skin of the feet Sexual, conical keratin hyperplasia, commonly known as thorns. This is a small problem that many people suffer from."

When N'Zoth explored this guy's mind, what he saw was scenes of memories with corns on the soles of his feet.

This time, N'Zoth couldn't fix it on the spot.

It can feel the power of this dirty god, and it is very clear that once it is successfully brainwashed, there is a high probability of a chain reaction, using him to brainwash more intruders.

This is why N'Zoth is willing to talk to [Free Blue Bird].Lao En never expected that he would be taken into the ditch by this guy.

Ugh!
This is like a normal person going to the weak Z, who can't fix it every minute.

N'Zoth is good at corroding the mind of normal existence, and it has no good way to deal with the foul god.

It decided to ignore the item and instead set its sights on other, more worthy targets.

"Turn under my gaze!"

With N'Zoth's body shape like a hill and his huge pupils, there is nothing wrong with this statement.

But [Junchen Tianya] was 'delicate' like howling ghosts and wolves: "Ah! It's looking at me, it's looking at me. What a fiery gaze..."

After ah, ah, ah, the taste of this product has changed.

If N'Zoth also had a system, he would find that the [sanity] of a large group of sand sculpture players did not decrease but increased.

Don't ask, asking is disgust, asking is vigilance!

The problem is that Lao En only knows how to do this.It can only bite the bullet and continue to endorse.

"Come on, little brat, kneel before your master!"

"Stop resisting!"

"This is the empire I built! Past, present, and future!"

"Give it up! Trash! It will do no good to deny my truth!"

The rumbling sound kept echoing in the minds of the [-] players, at least the momentum was full.

But the player's painting style is so strange.

More than [-] players replied subconsciously: "The tribes are all trash!?"

Enzos:? ? ?

Thrall in exile: ? ? ?
At this moment, Queen Xi, who was bending her bow and shooting arrows to bleed N'Zoth, suddenly felt a sharp needle on her back.This is not an illusion, it is really felt that McDonald's trident is looking at her at the same time.

By coincidence, Queen Xi, who had been culturally exported for a long time, replied unconsciously: "I never said that! Don't cue!"

No!you said before!
In another time and space...

The five-digit traversers complained at the same time.

Tucao return to Tucao, N'Zoth found that its whispers were misleading again.It is really angry!

I am an ancient god!Am I shameless?Why can't there be another weak person whose heart has been broken apart from that trash Malfurion among the tens of thousands of people?
It began to increase the intensity of spiritual transmission.

"Deathwing crawled in front of me because of my words. Why do you disobey me?"

These words were quite convincing, who knows the next second:
Tens of thousands of sand sculptures said in unison: "Just relying on you to bully me, talk but don't practice, don't give equipment!?"

N'Zoth: "..."

[Situ Yanpo]: "You're already showing blood, and we're still talking to you!"

All the sand sculptures: "That's it!"

The sand sculptors are not just fighting mentally. In reality, they don't stop at all. They use Gundam lightsabers, tank cannons, Katyusha rockets, and use all skills to slash at N'Zoth's Faceless Man. Legion.

Regardless of the fact that there are more than a million Faceless Men crawling out of every corner of Ny'alotha, the Sand Sculpture players seem to be playing Wushuang Mowing Grass.

Not only that, they even took the initiative to open the spiritual battlefield and attack N'Zoth.

The ancient gods were naturally furious, and once again sent the faceless general Segus who only lived in the spiritual world.

Psychus' opponents changed a lot.

"Bumpman requests to play!"

"I——Fa Hai, am going to catch a demon!"

"I am the priest of the zombie—"

In a mess, spiritual aggregates with various images killed N'Zoth's younger brother in the spiritual world.

For N'Zoth, the good news is that the strength of each spiritual aggregate is not particularly strong, and its subordinates have a chance to win; the bad news is that it must open up a three-digit spiritual battlefield.

This is outrageous.

N'Zoth is not a human being, its brain can play multi-threaded operations, and handle operations in multiple mental spaces at the same time.

But no matter how multi-threaded it is, there is still an upper limit to the number of mental spaces that can be controlled at the same time.

In the beginning, it could still spend some time, creating a background world that was more favorable to it based on the different spiritual worlds and memories of the intruders, seeking to achieve the goal of overwhelming the player.At any rate, this operation is changing the soup but not the medicine.

As more and more spiritual battlefields opened up, its spiritual world became unified, and gradually, even the soup and medicine were not changed.

(End of this chapter)