mother of gods

very angry. "

"Who cares about him?"

"Anyway, you always have to do this in the end. Why do you have to make everyone unhappy?"

"...Where are there so many why?"

For a short while, the prayer chanting became louder and louder.

It was as majestic as a hymn, as fanatical as a cultist, and the melody hidden in it was very uncomfortable, as if the voice was trying to summon some kind of evil god.

At that moment, Ivan noticed a bright blue light appeared in the depths of the vast universe.

At first it was just a small cluster of flames, but with the sound of singing, it became more and more conspicuous, more and more conspicuous.

The bright luminous body seemed to be erratic, but it made Ivan feel a little greedy.

Yes, he felt a little hungry.

Thousands of galaxies appeared in front of his eyes, boundless and mighty, but that blue light firmly attracted his attention.

It's like putting a hot roast duck in front of a beggar who has been hungry for a long time. When he smells it carefully, aha, there is still fragrant hot air, sweet and greasy, but he can't help swallowing.

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind, suppressing the continuous prayer.

"Looks like you're a bit hungry."

Hmm...that's right.

"Want to eat?"

miss you.

"Follow me."

it is good.

The author has something to say: I will start entering V tomorrow, and I will drop three chapters in one~

☆、Chap.40 (three chapters in one)

Ivan felt a bit of a headache, but he obediently followed the cloud of black mist and left the entrenched planet.

In fact, he was still a little bit reluctant, but his roast chicken was so fragrant that his saliva almost lingered, as if he hadn't eaten anything in half his life.

After getting into the lair, branches and leaves connected to planets swayed and appeared in front of him one after another, as if floating on the dark bottom of the sea. In the universe, the stars are bright and the Milky Way is vast. Two giant dark monsters.

They hid in the cave silently, their dense red eyes flickering, silently.

Ivan asked in his mind: "Azathoth, where are you taking me?"

"Centaur type."

He swallowed.

"Go for what?"

"Your followers are calling to you, my lady."

For some reason, Ivan reflexively felt sick when he heard this ordinary sentence.

Although he didn't know what "believer" referred to at all, even though he was very hungry, and he was running all the way in the direction of a certain roast chicken, but the disgust engraved in his soul made him stop terribly He stayed where he was, as if he had some dark history before and was greatly stimulated by it.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling." Azathoth said impatiently.

"I just want to see your territory, how stingy."

"It's as if you've missed it."

"Indeed, I've been on that planet for 300 years."

Azathoth's black mist paused: "Okay, then you should really come out and do some activities."

"Don't worry about it, old man." While dealing with Azathoth in his mind, Ivan slipped under a mottled golden branch.

"Be respectful to the leader of the ethnic group."

"Ah."

The huge leaf-shaped branches in front of him seemed endless, and after passing through one, there was always the next one waiting for him in the sea of ​​stars not far away.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly broke through a thick layer of star fog—it should be the remains of a certain star after it exploded, blue-green, spiral-shaped, dotted with starlight, like a wisp of light floating in the vast universe. yarn.

In an instant, the world became clear at that moment, and certain emotions peeled off from his body.

The thick darkness was left behind, leaving only a vast sense of reality.

It seemed that there was a voice in his mind telling him that from now on, he had left the place where the gods lived.

a little happy.

Just like the moment when the prisoner came out of the prison to let the wind blow, the birds and the branches swayed, and even the thin air felt sweet.

"What are you waiting for?"

The black mist waited for him in front of him for a while, and after a while, seeing that he was dawdling and not moving, he loosely rushed towards him again.

Azathoth is not a simple black mist, on the contrary, he is very large, and one or two rolling tentacles can occasionally be seen in the loose gas, half rotted, even the fleshy white suckers on it are faintly blue.

He is like DEBUFF's death body, muddy and disorderly, even if you just glance at him, a sense of fear will arise from the bottom of your heart.

But Ivan doesn't.

He was a little scared, but at the same time he was a happy little guy with confidence.

"I'm tired, I'll take a break."

The black mist paused.

Ivan thought he was going to lose his temper.

But he just stayed where he was: "Okay, the rest will be."

……

In short, it took them a long time to arrive at the centaur system—in fact, it wasn't too long, after all, it only took them about...an hour?

The blue light that Ivan was thinking of was on a planet.

As the distance shortened, it became brighter and brighter, and the scorching brightness made it impossible for Ivan to ignore it.

And it's also delicious, like yakitori skewers with cumin.

So he couldn't help but rushed straight towards the target.

At the same time, a steady stream of chanting sounds entered Ivan's ears, the chant was high-pitched, and waves of low-prayed prayers entered Ivan's mind.

It's a pity that he couldn't understand what the sound meant, but the rhythm and long sense of rhythm contained in it really made him more and more hungry.

However, he suddenly stopped where he was: "Azathoth, let's go back."

"No."

"why?"

The black mist of Azathoth has disappeared.

In fact, he now covers the entire centaur system, and his powerful consciousness is everywhere, covering every corner of the huge galaxy, like a giant death holding a scythe.

"Aren't you very hungry?"

Ivan gulped down his saliva.

"really."

"You don't want to starve yourself to death?"

"Do not want to."

"It's a bad feeling to be empty."

"Well, but I don't want to..."

Ivan also couldn't tell what he was resisting.

"You just have to answer their call, it's easy."

"..."

"Trust me, everything will be resolved satisfactorily afterwards."

"..." Ivan paused for a moment, then he muttered, "Okay."

Under the gaze of Azathoth, he stretched out his huge and long tentacles, sucked and sucked the suction cups that covered the sky, ready to move, just like a human being trampled on an ant nest, and surrounded it with a crushing shape difference a planet.

The tentacles block the sun's dazzling light, and the planet is like a tiny pebble.

Now, the stone was rolling down on the edge of the coast, and the next wave could smash it into the sea at any moment, and at this moment, the dark clouds rolled and the stormy sea was ready to go.

Ivan still hesitated.

However, at this moment, the blue light suddenly became larger, and the scorching light was silent, as if the moment the atomic bomb exploded, the heat was compressed to the extreme——

In the next second, there was a violent explosion on the spot.

The energy wave suddenly spread to the surroundings, and along with the transparent wave energy rushing straight to Ivan was a strange smell of blood.

And the moment it rushed into my mind, it swept Ivan's brain unscrupulously in a wild way. The thick and rusty life force was so attractive that I only heard a "click", and Ivan The string called "reason" in Wan's heart... broke.

He threw himself straight at the planet.

In the next second, the swaying tentacles broke through the ozone layer and penetrated into the tumbling clouds.

One of his goat horns rubbed against a protruding solitary peak, and then the towering snow mountain collapsed with a loud "bang", and the whole thing fell into the water like a dumpling, the sea water surged, and the magnetic field Chaos, gravitational collapse, volcanic eruptions, landslides.

Ivan seemed to see someone running, very small, like densely packed ants, but he didn't care.

He pierced the ant nest and ran to the place where the blue light was shining, the smell of blood echoed in his mind, and his stomach growled with hunger.

So hungry.

With two tentacles holding the planet in place, he turned it over like a globe, and finally found the place.

Through a layer of thick clouds, he found that it was a thousand-foot cliff standing by the sea.Stormy waves beat against its rocky surface, heavy rain, thunder and lightning.

A whole group of Nanya people stood on the cliff.

In the howling thunderstorm, they prayed against the wind, their voices were neat, and they wore dark black hoods, and then knelt on the ground one after another, forming a five-pointed star that circled the land.

There is a small black dot in the very center.

Ivan squinted his eyes and looked, oh, it turned out that it was a person.Half-naked, with only a towel on his lower body, the sharp and simple blade pierced straight into his bronze-colored abdomen, blood full of vitality overflowed, and active molecules entered the air, luring Ivan all the time.

He has been hungry for too long.

It seems like I haven't eaten for most of my life.

So he took a light breath without any hesitation——

In an instant, the huge attraction spread silently.

At that moment, the vortex stripped tens of thousands of devout souls from their bodies, the innocent screamed silently, the translucent goofs struggled and tried to hold their bodies with their hands, the emotions of resentment boiled, tens of thousands of empty facial features Twisted, helpless... being sucked into Ivan's body.

The wind and rain were miserable, and the thunder roared.

The corpses lay densely on the cliff, one on top of the other, distorted in shape.

[When the stars reach the correct position and the Mother Goddess returns to the world, they will wake up from the ruins and bring havoc to the world. 】

A voice whispered in Ivan's mind.

——Then the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"..."

Fortunately, everything around was still immersed in darkness, only his violent breathing could be heard.

Under the body, the sheets were scattered, and a pillow fell to the ground. The little ginger man not far away held hands and smiled at him, while his whole body was exposed outside the quilt, in an extremely bad sleeping appearance, and he was almost lost in the cold. Perceived.

It was quiet.

The young man sneezed heavily.

After this experience, not only did the fever not go away, it also worsened, and the dark emotions of the tens of thousands of innocent souls in the dream messed up Ivan's head—even now, he couldn't pull himself out of that abyss of despair. out of it.

The hum of the air conditioner relieved the tension a little.

But the body is both hot and cold, like ice and fire.

He groaned while holding his forehead, and turned over.

It's a little uncomfortable...Ivan sniffled, and vaguely thought that if he knew it, he would have gone to the medical room to order some medicine.

Just at this time.

With a "click", the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside without warning, the light from the corridor shone into the dark space, dispelled the deep dust, and formed a slender light shadow on the ground.

This faint afterglow just happened to pour on Ivan Chi's bare ankles, milky yellow, reflected on the fair and thin skin of the young man, bringing some red glow, blurring the boundaries of some skin, and this holy Beautiful tones are like a delicate oil painting.

—From Sean's point of view.

Of course, he also noticed his bed sheet that had been crumpled into pickles, the white pillow that fell on the carpet, Ivan's military boots, and his cheeks that looked abnormally red.

"Ah, it's so bright."

Ivan covered his eyes with his arms, muffled.

The young man still had some baby fat on his face, his chin was pointed, his face was flushed, his thin layer of skin turned pink, just like a well-cultivated peach, if you bite lightly, the juice will splash out , and the soft pulp coats the teeth...should be sweet.

Not knowing what to think of, Sean's eyes flashed.

But his emerald green eyes soon regained their depth.

Subsequently.

"Get out of here, old man."

Ivan burrowed into the bed like a caterpillar: "I don't."

Straightforward and straightforward.

"I'll count one, two, three. If I don't get up again, I will be at my own peril."

"Why woo woo woo?" The young man was slurring his words, "I have a fever, so... just a fucking bed... Can't I just lie down?"

"Oh, just one fucking bed?"

"Well."

Sean leaned against the door expressionlessly: "...That's right, it's really just a bed, but I won't be able to pay you back if I sell you, country bumpkin."

Ivan rubbed his hands, his burning head completely lost any concept of money: "I want to ask Ross."

"Oh why?"

"Before you were lying... when you were lying dead, he told me..." Ivan thought for a while, struggling a little, "You are a scumbag, and you said you would recognize me as a godbrother, let me Kick you out of the house."

It's really merciless to sell teammates.

If Ross was present, he would definitely beat this brat up.

Too bad he's not here now, and the captain is the only sane person in the room.

Xiao En raised his eyebrows and snorted, and closed the door with a creak, so the light shrank back to the original place, and finally approached nothing.

The breeze shut the door completely.

And he sat down on the head of the bed, and pressed his cold fingers to the young man's pink forehead.

Skin-to-skin contact, Sean could feel the scalding temperature and delicate skin that followed.

He lowered his eyes, and Ivan's entire face was covered with a thin layer of red mist, his closed eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and his lips were slightly parted, like a goldfish struggling to breathe—very cute.

So I don't know which string in my heart was quietly touched by the little animal.

Looking at Ivan, who was twisted like a shrimp on the bed and burned to the point of unconsciousness, the captain sighed, stood up without complaint, loosened his tie, took off his coat, poured a glass of warm water, and rummaged through the medical box. Found cold medicine that hadn't been used in 300 years.

"Get up and drink your medicine."

Ivan squeezed the quilt tightly and hummed a few times: "Get up...I can't get up."

Sean frowned slightly: "Don't push yourself too far."

"I'm not lying to you, I really can't get up, my whole body is limp..."

"Drink medicine."

"No, I don't take medicine, I want to eat cheese fondue."

Ivan was hot all over, trying to take off the abrasive sweater in a daze.Fortunately, Xiao En had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he pressed down those paws that were fumbling around.

"why?"

"It's like my head, hot and hot..."

"..."

"Sean, it's over, it's over, my bones are gone, beeping."

At that moment, Sean had the urge to tell Ross to take care of him.

But the man held back.

He not only held back, but also patiently fed the pill into the child's mouth, considering that the child was talking nonsense like "I don't take the medicine", "It's too bitter", "The medicine is poisonous", "I'm going to die" , all this looks so warm and beautiful again.

——If Sean's slightly rough approach is ignored.

……

I don't know how long it took, but in short, when Ivan opened his eyes in a daze while hugging the pillow, the bright light above his head almost blinded his eyes.

So he blinked, and took it easy for a while.

Then he turned his head slowly——

Beside him is Sean's pleasing sleeping face, the slightly trembling eyelashes are amazingly long, the face line is perfect, the bridge of the nose is high, casting layers of shadows on the bluish white skin.

Gee.

Beauty, beauty.

Ivan restrained himself from looking under the covers.

After all, he was just a little curious.

He swears.

After a short pause, he looked around.

At this very moment, a few white pillows were scattered on the ground covered with gray short-pile carpets, artificial sunlight shrouded the turquoise Christmas tree, and the faint light blurred the boundary. Through the dark brown log door, one could even hear Faint singing.

That's right, the song "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells"...

"—Wake up?" At this moment, Sean closed his eyes and asked.

The voice is lazy, and there are some thick nasal sounds, impatience visible to the naked eye.

So Ivan smacked his lips and said honestly, "I'm awake."

"Are the bones still there?"

"Yes." Ivan blushed, wishing he could get under the covers like an ostrich.

But the man's hand supported his chin, and his fingers were icy cold, which felt very comfortable, so that he could only look around with his eyeballs.

"Do you still want to eat hot pot?"

The young man's face was empty for a few seconds: "...I don't want to."

"Want to be Rose's godbrother?"

"Do not..."

"Ok?"

"No." Ivan replied in a nasty way.

No matter how big a bed is, the distance between two people is very close.

In this embarrassing silence, Sean's warm breath sprayed on Ivan's neck like little flying insects, making him feel a little itchy.

But he dared not move.

Meeting those bottomless green eyes, the young man froze, trying to remember what happened last night.

And Sean kindly gave him a quiet, undisturbed memory time.

So after reminiscing....

Ivan was so tired that he wished he could find a time machine and go back to last night, yes, the moment he knocked on the door—he swore that next time he would return to his dormitory without any hesitation.

A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as one's own kennel, as expected, the words of the ancestors are the truth.

"Remember what you did?"

Ivan moved his butt.

Then he cleared his throat and found his own voice: "Oh."

"Just an 'oh'?" Sean twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, "I was so moved that I almost cried."

Ivan muttered: "Okay, so what are you expecting?"

"A sincere 'thank you', and getting out of my bed." The man said lazily.

The curtains were wide open, and the sunlight mercilessly climbed onto his body.

The muscles on the captain's arm were bathed in the golden light, and the hormones were released smoothly and unscrupulously, which almost blinded Ivan's dog eyes.

So the young man turned his head and scratched the bed awkwardly like a dog. After getting the man's silent but dangerous gaze, he chose to bury his head in the fluffy pillow like an ostrich.

"........thanks."

"I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"

"..."

"boy?"

Ivan: "..."

Ivan: "Ahhh, Captain, I'm going crazy, don't force me!!!"

......

Three 10 minutes later.

"Come on, Ivan."

"Understood, don't rush."

"It felt like I was waiting for my girlfriend to go out."

"Go away! Sean, please excuse me, will you die if you don't speak a few words?"

"It's hard to hold back."

"...Give me another 2 minutes."

"Oh, normally we can understand it as two hours."

"It's really only 2 minutes! Let me pull out—this—the damn sock!" Ivan frantically pulled his socks by the bed, not knowing what happened last night, anyway, the little yellow duck The socks were pressed against the bottom of the bed, and they could not be pulled out.

Sean snorted and leaned against the door to touch a cigarette.

Holding the cigarette butt emitting fire, he looked down at the young man squatting on the ground like a small mushroom, showing his back, slender neck, glowing white skin, naked blue and white ankles stepping carelessly on the gray carpet... .

It looks cute and funny.

But this pink filter obviously won't last long.

After the man leaned against the door and raised his wrist to look at his watch for the seventh time, he frowned and gave a "tsk" sound, his patience and affection were like a burning cigarette... was about to be burned.

"Seven minutes?"

"I can't figure out what to do!"

"It's reasonable for you to be weak."

"Originally, what do you want to do at night when you buy such a big bed?"

"Sleep on money and be safe."

Ivan: "..."

Seeing Ivan's attitude of swearing that he would not give up until he pulled out his socks today, Sean snuffed out his cigarette angrily.

Then, he walked up to Ivan, raised the bed under the vigilant eyes of the young man, and let him grope for his yellow socks from underneath.

"You are not allowed to buy this kind of socks in the future."

"why?"

"Too young, like a primary school student."

"I want you to manage."

"..."

Conversations like this happened five times over the next 10 minutes.During this period, Sean patiently waited for the young man with black and disheveled hair to sit on the carpet, put on his socks and tie his shoelaces, and then staggered to stand up while supporting the legs of the bed.

"I'll buy you some vitamin supplements next time." Sean suddenly said something wrong.

Ivan raised his head in bewilderment: "Vitamins?"

"Look at you, your balance is unbearable, even John can walk better than you."

John, Captain Alice's youngest son, this year...

one year old.

So Ivan rolled his eyes greatly.

"I'm recovering from a serious illness."

"Ah."

Sean strode ahead, leaving Ivan with a noble and glamorous back.

And the young man jumped up and down behind him, shouting, "Really, I just recovered from a serious illness."

"Understood, you have just recovered from a serious illness."

"...Why do I think your tone is so mocking."

"Trust your heart, boy, you feel so right."

"......I am angry."

"Oh."

……

Talking to Andre on the way was delayed, and when Ivan walked into the bridge, Sean had already wandered around, giving a lesson to the few senior crew members one by one.

Unlike the cheerful, festive atmosphere outside, there was a stiff air in the air on the bridge.

Everyone was doing their own things with tense faces, and they didn't dare to show their atmosphere.

"Hi?" Ivan opened the door and waved his paw like a lucky cat.

Sean raised his jaw: "Sit there, Dad has something to do now."

Facing the man's unsmiling eyes, Ivan said "Oh", moved a bench very consciously, put it at the door, and sat down.

——The kind of sitting posture of elementary school students, but the captain is very satisfied.

After Ivan settled down, Sean withdrew his eyes and glanced around the trembling crew members with a little impatience. Then, he sat on the captain's chair under the floor-to-ceiling porthole. Legs folded on the table.

Those long legs wrapped in a black military uniform looked noble and arrogant.

But no one dared to watch it openly, except Ivan, who was holding his chin.

Under the bright eyes of the younger brothers, the captain finally opened his mouth unhurriedly.

"Today is Christmas Eve, and I don't want to go too far—"

However, his cannibalistic look takes a little, no, a lot of credibility out of the statement.

"Someone made a mistake, it was serious, but if he confessed himself...I can consider lenient treatment," he said slowly.

Three seconds passed.

Quiet as death.

Until the fourth second.

A person suddenly shouted with a sad face: "Captain, I was wrong! I shouldn't have played cards last night! I promise to give the $300 I won to the bridge! Please forgive me, Captain!"

"..."

One has two.

"Boss, I'm sorry! I admit that I wet the bed this morning and didn't wash the sheets to let it dry naturally! I won't be so lazy next time, boss, I'll go and wash the sheets right away!"

Sean moved the corners of his lips: "Go and wash."

"—Report to the captain! I just had diarrhea and blocked the toilet. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to be ashamed! I will clean the toilet later, please believe me!"

The bridge suddenly became lively, and all kinds of ironic confessions came and went.

However, Ivan, who had been staring at Sean, faintly felt that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, after a while, amidst the roar of laughter, the crew gradually realized that the captain they were sitting on the captain's chair with a cold face all the time was not here to make a joke.

So a person with bright eyes and high EQ shut his mouth first, then the second, and the third...

There was silence until the bridge returned.

Sean opened his mouth slowly: "Since no one has anything to say, I can only do it myself."

"..."

"Just this morning I received the monthly report for December, the punctuation is standard, there are no typos, it is touching."

He tapped the armrest with his fingers indifferently. Although the man's words were polite enough, everyone could see how angry he was... Tsk tsk, it was like a roaring fire-breathing dragon.

"However, there was a message in the corner of that report that caught my attention."

He picked up the document and flipped through it. The sound of rattling paper made everyone shy away from moving.

Then, the content of that report was read out word by word: "December 12—that is, the day I woke up—the nuclear fusion reaction activity of Sun 17 increased significantly. The exact cause of this event has been discovered, and all data has been recorded and transmitted to Commission headquarters."

Everyone: "..."

"There was a massive change of this magnitude in a star so close to us, and I was the last person to hear about it, a full week after it happened."

"So you are going to wait for the star to explode completely and then tell me to fuck off?"

Sean sneered.

The crew members below shrank their bodies like quails.

It’s a bit like when the teacher was about to roll the roll and answer the questions at school, everyone lowered their heads and prayed, “Don’t count on me and treat me as air.” Ivan silently thought that people look the same no matter how old they are .

Xiao En was very dissatisfied with the silence below: "Where are the people from the testing department?"

A young man raised his hand and looked like he was about to cry.

"Tell me, why haven't I heard a word of it?"

"Lin... Captain Lin Zongyun said that this periodic active period does not need to disturb you."

Sean narrowed his eyes: "Periodic?"

The young man repeated dryly: "Yes, periodically."