Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Hastur appears again!

When Zhu Zheng saw him, the time of the entire world seemed to stand still at this moment.

The singing that echoed in the mountains and forests stopped at some point, the wailing sounds of monsters in the distance also disappeared, and the world fell into boundless silence.

At this moment, He is the core of this world.

Carter swallowed hard, Is that the Old One?

As the most legendary investigator in history, Carter was affected even though he did not lose his mind after confronting Hastur, the King in Yellow.

In fact, the strange singing voice echoing in the mountains and forests still exists.

In the distance, the screams of monsters, the cries of birds and beasts, and the rustle of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves are also present.

But because of the appearance of the King in Yellow, those sounds, images, and even the emotions that he didn’t want to have to do with, all became irrelevant asides and were automatically discarded.

Carter was under great pressure, trembling all over and almost fainting.

It's too terrifying. Humanity is too insignificant in front of the old rulers, and it is completely impossible to defeat it. Carter broke out in a cold sweat.

Just then, he felt a hand touch his arm.

Warm.

With a touch of roughness.

Don't worry, we'll be fine.

A steady voice sounded in my ears.

The voice of his companion was like a heavy hammer, bringing him out of a terrifying nightmare.

Carter was a drowning man. Finally, when rescue came, he lay prone on the water and breathed heavily.

Compared with Carter, Zhu Zheng's performance was quite dull.

His eyes were fixed on Hastur, the king in yellow, holding the tyrant in his hand in a defensive posture.

The Arab poet hid most of his body in Zhu Zheng's shadow, and his eyes were sharp. He would only wait for Zhu Zheng's order to launch a counterattack.

Hastur said in a low, indistinct voice: Take out the real parchment.

His voice seemed to be filled with some mysterious power of temptation. Carter turned to look at Zhu Zheng and reached out to grab Zhu Zheng's backpack.

go.

Zhu Zheng slapped Carter's hand away and shouted loudly at the same time.

Hearing this, the Arab poet let out a hum.

Massive amounts of magical power condensed.

Buzz——

A huge illusory fist appeared out of thin air in front of the Arab poet, crushing Hastur mercilessly.

That momentum even felt like destroying the entire mountain forest.

The Fist of Yog-Sothoth!

Then the Arab poet ejected, following closely behind the huge fist shadow, and a second spell had already been condensed in his hand.

The terrifying curse of Azathoth!

As a man who had faced Azathoth without dying, the Arab poet sealed this memory and could use the power of magic to display the memory in front of the enemy.

Even if Hastur, the King in Yellow, is the Old One, he will still suffer a lot of damage if he looks directly at Azathoth.

However, just when the Arab poet was full of confidence, he suddenly discovered that Hastur was missing.

It's like it has left this world.

How is this going?

There was a flash of doubt in the Arab poet's mind.

At this moment, he heard Zhu Zheng's reminder, Watch your head!

On your head?

The Arab poet subconsciously raised his head.

Hastur, the King in Yellow, appeared above the Arab poet at some point, extending sword-like tentacles from under his yellow cloak and piercing into the Arab poet's head.

Buzz——

An invisible flame rose up.

The air became distorted, and a burning smell rose faintly.

Then, the figure of the Arab poet disappeared little by little.

It was as if there was a piece of eraser that was constantly wiping his body.

And this wiping is permanent and irreversible.

Once the Arab poet disappears, he is truly dead and will never reappear in the abyss of the body.

In the first round, Hasta won completely.

However, at this time, gunfire rang out.

A bullet flew towards Hastur at an extremely tricky angle.

The bullets are engraved with mysterious symbols.

It's this kind of bullet with expulsion effect again. I've seen it just now.

Hastur's figure suddenly disappeared.

next moment.

It appeared on a branch more than ten meters away.

But at the same time that Hastur was moving, Zhu Zheng fired a shot in a random direction.

Bullets flew out.

As if it had been calculated extremely accurately in advance, the bullet hit Hastur's chest accurately.

It was such a coincidence that all this happened.

Even to outsiders, it looked like Hastur was taking the initiative to hit his bullet.

Hastur's body stiffened suddenly.

The expulsion power comes to drive him out of this world.

It is naturally unrealistic to drive Hastur out of the world with one shot, but Hastur also has to use his own power to fight.

In this way, Zhu Zheng was given a chance.

Zhu Zheng took the opportunity to activate the bond with the Arab poet, and finally summoned the Arab poet back to the abyss in his body at the critical moment.

In the second round, Zhu Zhengxiao pulled back the game.

At this point, Hastur broke free from the tyrant's power.

It looked at Zhu Zheng, and there was no emotion in its eyes like deep wells.

Hastur asked: Mortal, how did you do it?

Zhu Zheng quietly put away [Yog-Sothoth's Guidance], while holding the Tyrant, he looked directly at Hastur, It doesn't matter how I did it, do you still want to taste the power of being expelled?

Hastur was silent.

Just now, it suddenly felt like it was being controlled.

This is so weird.

Hastur has not had such a feeling for a long time, so much so that it has some doubts about the identity of the man in front of it, and does not dare to act rashly for the time being.

In fact, Zhu Zheng is also riding a tiger that is difficult to get off.

[Tyrant] can only be used three times in a day.

Today's first bullet was given to the Son of the Black Goat, and the second bullet was a bait to help determine where Hastur, the King in Yellow, would land.

The third bullet is the center of gravity.

With the help of the magical prop [Yog Sotosto's Guidance], I was able to determine Hastur's landing point in advance and successfully hit it.

Zhu Zheng narrowed his eyes.

He now has two chips.

One, tyrant.

Hastur has developed a certain fear of the tyrant, and he can use Hastur's mentality to guide things in a direction that is polite to him.

But the scale must be grasped.

Because once Hastur discovers that [Tyrant] can no longer be used, he will probably attack on the spot.

Even if he can escape by then, Carter will definitely die.

Two, parchment rolls.

This is a prop closely related to Carter's grandfather's legacy.

Hastur, the King in Yellow, must have found that place and discovered that the parchment was a magical imitation, and then returned to cut off the beard.

Can I use parchment rolls to write some articles?

Just as he was thinking about what to do, a more disgusting smell suddenly appeared in the air.

The black mist was like a wave, surrounding it from a distance.

Looming in the black mist are countless black goat hooves.

And surrounded by the Sons of the Black Goat in the center, there may be an indescribable, unseen, unseen being.

Zhu Zheng took a breath.

The black goat of the forest who gave birth to millions of descendants, Shub Nicholas!