Come to Infinity, Sacrifice to Me

If it was normal, he would never mind playing with that big fireball. Anyway, the old evil gods have such a temperament that they don't think too much about it. They beat each other, heartbroken, smashed and then resurrected. It was nothing more than ordinary noise.

But is now the time to play around?where is thisThis is the land of the gods!

Cthulhu Mythology's reputation and background are still too shallow compared to those gods that have truly spanned hundreds of thousands of years. With less than 200 years of recognition, they want to offset the power of the land of the gods. Restorative power is absolutely impossible!

I didn't see the Bible gods, Kyushu gods, ancient Egypt, and ancient India... This large group of powerful gods and gods have been blocked in the fantasy world sea, and they have been entangled with those ancient star lords. body?

Now that I have finally taken advantage of the wind of gauze, I have the opportunity to come to the source of all these works to make waves. If I don’t distort the common sense of the world and complete the task assigned by the black goat of the forest, do I have to wait for the warring gods and demons to react and be kicked by the circle? Besieged and sealed again?

Of course, it’s okay just to be sealed. According to the setting, He is the only existence in the Outer Gods who can appear in any space without being weakened. As the messenger of the Lord of all things, the last thing he fears is closing the small black room.

But if the black goat of the forest knows that because of his personal enmity with Cthugya, his purpose has been ruined, the consequences...

As if recalling some horrible memory, the dark-skinned man suddenly shivered.

When the time and space of the Ten Thousand Realms were just connected, they were about to spread their sense of existence to countless worlds of works, covering those dimensions with Cthulhu myth factors, but there was an innocent girl in a white dress who went back to the depths of the myth and directly transferred the original The world of Cthulhu was smashed, and then all the evil gods were recreated!

When his consciousness brightened again, the previous black goat had disappeared, and what appeared in front of his eyes was the true Supreme Mother Goddess who created all evil gods!

Yaoshou, what kind of monster is this? Why is it just a derivative character that came out of the world of the work, and it can kill all of their prototypes? ! ! !

He shook his head viciously, and shook off those bad memories. Nyarlathotep is a rare person among all evil gods who shows rationality understandable to humans, and his way of thinking is not as chaotic as his compatriots. Things that are beneficial to the Cthulhu pantheon as a whole, and at the same time, he has no right to resist, so he doesn't mind completing the task of the mother of all things.

"What's going on with the zombies in the new urban area? Now the evil gods are breaking out everywhere. We need to strengthen the blockade there. Otherwise, if the zombie virus spreads, it will be difficult to control it!"

The man with a hearty smile looked at the secretary next to him and asked with a serious expression.

"Yes, Mr. President, the military has stepped up the blockade of the zombie group, and will never allow irrelevant people to enter or leave!"

The government worker holding the folder put down the communication device in his hand, and meticulously reported to the ruler who had just taken office not long ago.

I don’t know if it’s because of luck or because of the many resolutions made by the previous president during his term of office. The Bald Eagle Country has been full of bad luck this year. Whether it’s the out-of-control epidemic or the repeated circuit breaker of the eagle stock, it has caused huge losses to the entire country.

But these are just the beginning. Later, when the myth came and the Resident Evil broke out, he intervened again. After experiencing too much turmoil, the great former president finally stepped down due to a critical illness!

And the one who took the place of the former president is the bright-faced dark man in front of him. People believe that he can lead the Bald Eagle Country through all kinds of crises, and let the Eagle Country stand on the top of the world again in this unpredictable era.

The secretary admires the new president very much. After all, this dark-skinned, tall, thin man with a hearty smile can always be trusted by people wholeheartedly. This can be seen from the overwhelming number of votes in the original election .

"What stage has the research on the zombie virus progressed? In the age of myths, we need results to face various crises in the future!"

With a strange smile, the man signaled the secretary to connect to the video of the person in charge of Area 51, and the senior government officials next to him also approached, but everything in front of them was beyond their imagination.

"Oh, Mr. Dulles, what the hell are you doing? What the hell is going on here?!"

"Ahem~ My lords, first of all, I am very happy to see you again, because in 2 minutes, our great and immortal Lord - Aberhoth will come, and we will all be free from the shackles of human beings. , step into the palace of evolutionary truth."

It was one of the main persons in charge of the base who connected to the video, but at some point, this handsome blond old man had layers of fish fins on his face, his pupils became blank and there was no focal length, and he wore a white coat. The skin underneath is like a rotting corpse, full of rotting meat and meridians rolling out.

This is not the posture that a living person should have. Every official present is so sure, and their hearts are full of fear!

And it's not just the person in charge, behind him is a simple altar, on which are placed some skinned mice, struggling humans with cut off hands, and even zombies that only instinctively thump.

A group of researchers and government officials with serious faces on weekdays, who are commendable as social elites, danced hysterically around the altar, dancing weird dances that were beyond the tolerance of human flexibility.

From time to time, the crisp sound of broken bones sounded during the dance, but these people with weird smiles showed no pain at all, because instead of broken bones and torn flesh, there were layers of fish scales clinging to their bodies, Tentacles and even bat wings.

It is completely a scene of a cult, and no one will deny this cognition from the depths of the soul!

"The Great Old Ones were, the Great Old Ones are, and the Great Old Ones will be forever. Not in the spaces we know, but in between spaces. They walked peacefully, they walked in the beginning However, they are outside space, and we cannot see them..."

"By their scents the world sometimes knows that they are near, but no one knows their faces, yet the world sees their faces in their human offspring; and their offspring have every face, There are the most vivid fantasies of the world, and there are also forms like them that are invisible and insubstantial..."

"Men rule over the world that they ruled; and they will rule over the world that men rule. After spring and summer comes autumn and winter, and after autumn and winter comes spring and summer. They wait patiently, for they shall rule the land again at last! "

"Come on, everyone, let's pay tribute to the coming of the great source of the unclean, the ancestor of the demons! Hahaha..."

The ancient and distorted prayer came from the mouth of the sacrifice ceremony personnel, as if awakening a certain existence in the dark, all kinds of bones and sacrifices on the altar were covered with layers of gray liquid, and began to evolve in a certain heterogeneous direction .

Bodyless upper and lower limbs, rolling heads, struggling stomachs with fins... all kinds of grotesque creatures that do not conform to the evolutionary lineage crawled out of the hole opened above the altar, and brought their opponents resentment against those dancing cultists?

"Hahaha~ Dedicate everything to the coming of our Lord!"

Horrific laughter mixed with the disgusting scene of blood and blood splattered all over the place. All the officials who watched this scene through the video couldn't help holding their chests and made a gesture of wanting to vomit.

"What exactly is this?"

"Cultists, hurry up! Send someone to block it, these researchers are all polluted, and they are now summoning Cthulhu, if you don't hurry up, the whole country will be destroyed!"

Someone recognized the names chanted by those strange creatures, slapped their chest frantically, and eagerly offered advice to the cheerful man. No one dared to underestimate the horror of the evil god!

"What are you talking about? Did you first introduce to me what happened to this person?"

Showing a bewildered look, Mr. President, who has high hopes from the people, showed a hearty smile and comforted the mentally exhausted myth researchers!

Since the advent of the myth, the status of these scholars has risen sharply. Every national leader usually has several experts and professors in these fields as his staff, just so that someone can make suggestions in such a situation that he does not understand well.

"Mr. President, if our expectations are correct, the one summoned by this evil god ceremony should be one of the foreign gods in the Cthulhu system—Aberhorth!"

"What is the status of this Outer God?"

"In terms of status, it is naturally inferior to the head of the demon god and the three pillar gods, but it must not be underestimated. This is a god created by Clark Ashton Smith. Ancestor], legend is the creator of all abnormal false creations and abominable creatures on the earth!"

"In other claims, the false creatures He created actually covered the universe, but there is not enough evidence to support this claim; some even put Aberhoth above Azathoth, calling it a whole alien race and the progenitor of the Old Dominator, which is even less convincing."

"In the setting of the novel, he lived in the Ikwa Cave at the bottom of the Vomi Ardreth Mountains in the prehistoric Northland Continent. It was in the shape of a terrible, light gray large pool similar to some kind of liquid, and the gray objects in it Trembling and expanding, producing hideous deformed objects—these summoned things before you!"

With that said, the Cthulhu scholar shivered, and said with a horrified expression: