The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

Otherwise, it's too late to run, and I don't have time to spend it slowly here with it.

While adding protective magic, Ji Niang Fengyue cautiously used Qin Huang to maneuver around and fly backwards.

To add, Hastur is the column.

But the figure in yellow was still indifferent, as if he didn't see Ji Niang Fengyue's series of small movements at all, and let him go.

"Really not moving? Is this playing with one, two, three wooden figures?"

The machine girl Fengyue suddenly accelerated and turned into a silver lightning, pulling away a few kilometers in an instant, the Lich muttered in the cockpit, but as a realist, the matter in front of him is more important, and Moser is still on the R'lyeh. Knowing what ceremony to hold, he didn't have time to walk around the pillar slowly with Hastur here.

It's just that the sinking water vapor haze of the entire continent is a bit big.

Ji Niang Fengyue flew in the smog for more than five minutes without flying out of the smog, except for the fog and the sea, which made Lich faintly feel that something was wrong.

Raliyah is just a few hundred kilometers east of Australia. The water vapor smog was released by Raliyah, which means that it is very close, but there is no trace of land.

Then he saw the third thing except the sea and the smog: a figure in a yellow robe, isn't it just Hastur who was left behind by him just now!

How is this going?Ghost hitting the wall?

Ninth-level magic, freedom

In this way, magic can touch most of the control effects centered on the caster, whether it is sealing or illusion, or even physical prisons and shackles, can be broken together.

Just like the slogan in the movie Wallace: For freedom!

A strange breaking sound sounded, Hastur's figure disappeared, the smog disappeared, the sea surface disappeared, and the machine girl Fengyue was standing on the slowly trembling ground of R'lyeh, everything seemed to be the same as when he left, Still so desolate, wisps of steam drifted away as the land sank.

In fact, he had already arrived in R'lyeh.

In other words, was it just a tactic to delay the attack?

But the figure in the yellow robe didn't disappear with the freedom spell, it was still floating in the air not far away, neither speaking nor moving, like a phantom, but giving people a feeling of being stabbed.

I am not afraid that he is a phantom, but I am afraid that he is pretending to be a phantom. The sudden attack behind his back is simply horrific, but if he attacks directly, the Lich now has to deal with the missing Cthulhu and Mercer. With half of the spirit looking for Mercer, the other half keeps guarding Hastur.

At this moment, the guild channel suddenly rang.

[President Lich, where did you go just now?Why keep calling you and no response. 】

The message from Medea asked

【call?Maybe I was stuck just now, what's the matter? 】

It seems that the ghost hitting the wall still received information from the guild channel now. There was no call just now, but as soon as the restriction was lifted, there was a lot of information in the guild channel.

[The Portal of Darkness has been established. According to your instructions, the artifact has been installed, but Cthulhu's body has disappeared, and the battle has basically subsided. Are you sure you want to contact the Burning Legion now? 】

[Wait a moment, a contact may open the door for the invasion of the Legion, specifically Alice to negotiate.But why is the Portal of Darkness so fast? I checked the progress just now. Didn’t it say that it will take at least two hours? 】

【Just now?It has been more than three hours since you left, and the situation has been calm. I think there is very little need for the Burning Legion to intervene, so I specifically asked you whether to revoke this order. 】

Three hours!

The Lich obviously felt that he had only left for about 10 minutes, but when he looked up, the day was passing, and it was obviously already two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

He was trapped in the ghost hit the wall for three hours!

The Lord of the Yellow Robe did whatever he wanted?

But at this moment, R'lyeh's trembling that had been slowly sinking stopped, and the light in the distance flickered. Looking carefully, the center of the light was not Moser!

The Lich didn't know what happened, but he knew one thing, that he couldn't let Mercer succeed!

Almost without thinking about it, when Ji Niang Fengyue raised her slender fingers, it was a big rift, and it was more important to interrupt its current ritual than a direct attack.

However, what is unexpected is that the yellow-robed figure who was motionless just now suddenly appeared in the path of the light of the Great Crack. The magic power of the Great Crack was like a breeze, but it just passed the corner of its clothes lightly, but could not continue. Fly to the location where Mercer held the ceremony a few kilometers away.

It really is the enemy.

Now that he has a clear stand, he no longer hesitates. The silver-gray streamer is like a knife, cutting off the air, and only a few strands of tattered yellow cloth are flying around. A radiant holy sword appeared in Niang Fengyue's hand, and it struck Moser head-on in the middle of the ritual circle.

This is the sword that slays demons, no matter whether it is chaos or evil, all evils cannot hide under this sword.

However, the dazzling Juggernaut composed of pure holy light actually collapsed on its own when it entered the ritual circle!Turning into specks of light dust, flying down, Moser raised his head as if belatedly, and glanced at the machine girl Fengyue who was more than 90 meters above his head.

"You're finally here, but it's too late."

Moser said flatly, without anger, but at this time Lalejeche, which was sinking, began to rumble and shake again, but instead of sinking, it rose.

"I ate Cthulhu."

Author's message:

PS: I am in the south, and the outdoor temperature is 6 degrees. Today, I deeply felt the resentment of Cthulhu being called out of bed by lifting the quilt. I may be staying in a fake south.By the way, who knows how to call Cthugha, the old ruler of the joy of fire

332. Who am I

"You? Eat Cthulhu? Just rely on a little minced meat? Didn't Dagon give you some meat, why are you still running around?"

At this time, Moser was still the American youth in the hooded leather jacket, but at this time he raised his head to look up at the huge machine girl Fengyue, but his eyes were cross star eyes similar to molluscs. Looking carefully, there was chaos inside. Stirring, indescribable madness rolled in his eyes.

The six nuclear bombs did blow up Cthulhu's body, but the body was too big, and its flesh and blood flew all over the sky and spread all over R'lyeh and the nearby sea area. When the Lich left, the mountains and plains were covered in red and dark green.

But the lich really can't believe it. Such a powerful Cthulhu has even surpassed any biological concept. According to the setting, even the body in this world is only a part, just like the relationship between hair and heart. Those nuclear bombs It is true that the physical existence of Cthulhu was erased, but he never died at all, how could he be eaten.

"You don't believe it, to be honest, I didn't really believe it, but my venerable ally, Hastur, did help me do this, and now I can truly feel the strength in this body. And thoughts beyond your imagination."

Moser's face was slightly confused, as if there was something wriggling under the black leather jacket, sometimes puffed up, sometimes shriveled, or he was trying to maintain his human shape.

by way of speaking.

"I want to thank you for this. According to what Hasta said, you made Cthulhu give up his flesh and blood. You seem to know a technique that can damage the essence, or magic. If Cthulhu continues to create new The flesh, the weak new flesh can't resist your attack, it might be killed by you, so it simply went back to sleep. It's really incomprehensible that the Old One's attitude of ignoring the enemy."

"My magic? The galaxy pours."

The Lich probably understands that the Milky Way can cause irresistible damage, even gods can do damage, but the amount of damage is relatively small.

The easy-to-understand explanation is that he has real damage in LOL, but Cthulhu used some means to create a shield equipment called flesh to eat up the damage. He killed himself on the guillotine, so he simply shrunk the spring water.

"Yes, now, these flesh and blood are just garbage without will, and Cthulhu has fallen into a deep sleep. The next thing we have to do is the second thing we have to do: use Cthulhu's flesh and blood to build a place to accommodate Cthulhu Some people think that this octopus-head evil god sleeps too comfortably in R'lyeh, and wants him to sleep forever, and I, his jailer, pay the reward, which is the power of Cthulhu. A generous offer that cannot be refused."

"You arranged everything? Even the rise of R'lyeh and the trapping of my guild members are all in your calculations?"

The holy sword just now is the angel's strongest attack method, and the ineffectiveness of the attack means that how many methods of his magic have been abolished. The lich did not attack blindly, but was thinking about countermeasures while talking.

"Not quite, but Hastur, my venerable ally, claims it has a way, and you have come, and though I did not expect to bring a great monster, it has come."

Not only Moser, but the ground under his feet also wriggled as if it had life. It was not the vibration of an earthquake, but the ground became as elastic as the muscle skin of a creature, and even set off a mud wave.

Ji Niang Fengyue floated up in the air and opened the distance.

Moser raised his head, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound, but just like Cthulhu, the wave of thoughts resounded throughout the space.

"This ally has done more than that, haven't you ever doubted it? How could the nuclear bomb be launched in such a timely manner, why Dagon is much weaker than you imagined, why deep divers have Migo's item technology. This ally is much more reliable than I imagined."

My old seal also comes from Hastur the King in Yellow.

The Lich remembered the words of Jiufeng Ziyuan. Does this mean that Hastur had contacted himself through the old seal from the beginning, observed himself, and understood himself, but he knew nothing about it.

Recalling Jiufeng Ziyuan's performance, did her reserved attitude play a role in it?

"Then, the conference room was not captured by Cthulhu's demonic charm at all, but the top American leaders were controlled by Hastur from the very beginning, so they were able to launch nuclear bombs directly through complicated and cumbersome procedures, and then why did they attack Kobayashi and Bucky? What is your purpose?"

The Lich had no choice but to keep pulling back, because although Moser looked restrained, as the ground squirmed, Moser's body seemed to be getting higher and higher, and his flat and cold expression seemed to be carried. There was a trace of anxiety, and even the legs had completely fused with the ground, as if absorbing nutrients from the earth, they began to grow rapidly.

"I don't know, probably it thinks that these two people will change. Wait, this seems a bit wrong, don't give me any more power!! Stop it!!"

There seems to be some kind of crazy change in Moser. It seems that he just wanted to maintain his nature as Moser through talking with the Lich, but after the conversation, he not only became more and more familiar with the appearance of the man named Moser. Far away, the hooded leather jacket couldn't keep up with the changes and was torn into flesh and blood.

And the process is accelerating!

His bones protruded from the muscles, his eyeballs protruded from the eye sockets, his bloated internal organs squeezed out of the abdominal cavity, and his heart sent out another thought that shook the world.

I am Cthulhu

"No, I'm not Cthulhu, I'm Mercer! I'm the black light virus, Mercer Alex!"

Moser had turned into a huge and bloated flesh man at this time, but there was still a firm and tenacious voice of protest on that bloated and deformed face.

I am the ruler of old

"No, I'm Mercer Alex, the protagonist of the "Prototype" series, I devoured all human beings, I came to reality to change my destiny, to change the established hell, not to submit to you!"

I am the ruler of the past, present and future, the follower of great causes

I woke up from a long dream.

"No! No! No! Hastur, this is not what you said! You lied to me!!!!"

Moser's accusation sounded shrill, and the target was directed at the reliable and caring ally. The Lich subconsciously turned around in the cockpit, but something horrifying happened.

The king in yellow, who was floating mysteriously in midair like a phantom, bent down and took off the yellow robe and silver-white mask, and a black young man who looked very talkative, humorous, and sunny came out from under the robe. .

He even winked and said to Moser who was already submerged by the dark green meat mountain in a mocking tone.

"I'm so sorry, when did I say I was Hastur."

Author's message:

PS: Whoever told you the Old Ones can't impersonate.

333. It's You, Obama

"I've been observing you for a long time, please allow me to introduce myself, my lord..."

The black young man was floating in the air, with a warm and hearty face that even made a playful smile. He bowed and introduced himself with a very dramatic expression, but was interrupted by the lich.

"So it was you, Obama!"

"...Well, I think you may have misunderstood something. My name is Nyarlathotep. My pronunciation is completely different from Obama's."

He shook his head in astonishment, but his tone and demeanor, his humorous but polite posture, really resembled a certain President.

But Lich remembers very clearly that this black man appeared in the meeting room of the White House. He was one of the American elites when the nuclear bomb was launched. The American political elite has long been in his pocket.

"You are indeed Obama, and you still want to lie to me, saying that you are Nyarlatep, who will believe it? If you tell the truth, Moser will not think that you are Hastur, the Lord of Yellow Clothes, I was deceived by you. At least the king in yellow and Cthulhu's mortal enemy are known to all the world."

Ji Niang Feng Yuefei retreated to the side of the black young man, and the lich yelled at him, because the body beneath him could no longer be called Mercer, and it was not Cthulhu, but a swelling mountain of meat, and it was still expanding Even the disgusting gelatinous skin can't cover this kind of internal pressure, and countless blisters and cysts grow on the body surface, bursting in the air.

A feeling of nausea pervades the entire continent.

"That's his own misunderstanding. I never claimed to be Hastur. I ordered a costume from Old Joel's tailor shop on Elm Street before I went out. After seeing me like this, Mercer himself just If you know how to check the information but don’t verify it, you think I’m Hastur. I’m an honest and reliable Nyarlathotep who never lies, how could I do such a shameful thing as lying?”