mother of gods

, staring straight at the bloody storm outside the hole above his head.At this time, his lower abdomen has formed a terrifyingly deformed size. If someone observes carefully, he will find that from time to time, a small protrusion will support his belly-it is the deformed finger.

But now he doesn't care about the pain on his body.

In a daze, he suddenly remembered what Ross said:

——"I am the son of Azathoth and Shabu Nicholas, one of the four outer gods, the leader's messenger, the crouching chaos, the faceless god, and the dark demon."

...So what this lunatic said is true? ?

At this moment, Ivan's heart was blank, except for the swear words that swiped the screen.The kind of three words.

The sky outside the valley was covered by dark clouds and dust, and the vision was blurred. A shadowy giant gradually took shape in the storm.

If it is said that in the bathroom at that time, the coercion given to him by the spider was 01:30.

So now this unknown giant made Ivan feel that he couldn't stand upright at all.It seemed that with just one glance, an extremely weird sense of fear arose in my heart.

It's a fear that's written into the soul, as if it's genetically programmed to fear it.

Before Ivan hesitated for too long, the giant's arm pierced straight down, and the young man flew out of the bunker amidst lightning and flints, crashing into a rock on one side, and the next second the plane was crushed to the ground. Just like a light soda can, it makes a "squeak".

The giant didn't give him any chance to breathe. Ivan ran from one side of the valley to the other, chasing from the other side to this side. The blood that flowed out was covered like yellow sand, and the mottled red lines spread all the way to the edge of the valley, like a flower bud. Blooms in the wind.

Ivan wiped the blood and sand from his face, and the labor pains of the teratosis almost made him fall to the ground.The giant's hands roared and hammered down, he barely jumped aside, and met the giant's eyes in an instant.

It has only one eye.

The whites of the eyes are like white maggots writhing in a pile of flies, and the black eyes seem to gather all the hateful emotions in the world.

Ivan almost vomited.

After circling the giant enclosure in embarrassment for a long time, the young man's physical strength became more and more unbearable.The movement in his stomach became bigger and bigger, and blood burst out from the wounds all over his body. Without even moving, he would grin his teeth in pain.

This time it is estimated that it will really die.

He thought sadly, sorry, Sean, you can continue to wait for me in heaven.

Excessive blood loss made his eyes go black for a while, and he seemed to spit out a mouthful of blood in a trance.

Again the giant's hands came straight at him, but this time he had no strength to move.

Severe pain flashed across his body, and his eyes went black.

At this moment, an intoxicating fragrance suddenly floated into his mind.

A pool of clear springs appeared in front of his eyes, blood-red butterflies danced lightly on the bright green algae, bluish-white tentacles stretched out from the dark green water, splashing water.Butterflies flutter around the tentacles like a pilgrimage, lightly dotting its suckers one by one.

The coexistence of ugliness and beauty, it is obviously such a deformed picture, but Ivan's heart skipped a beat as if seeing a warm and familiar scene.

At the same time, [-] million kilometers away, a black crack appeared on the surface of the star jumping in the molten magma.

A huge amount of radiation leaked from the crack, and the cosmic radio waves generated in it spread in all directions.

In a place far, far away, tens of millions of light years away, a man stopped walking forward.

He looked up to the sky thoughtfully: "Sab... Nicholas."

Without any consciousness, like a walking dead, Ivan closed his eyes tightly in the devastated ruins.

A huge silhouette appeared behind him. The shape of the silhouette was like a deep-sea octopus with its teeth and claws open. It was magnificent and huge. Its tentacles swayed wantonly in the rolling yellow sand, standing against the giant not far away.

"—Get out...get out..." An ancient voice resounded through the world.

The second voice was more angry than the first: "...Get out..."

The yellow sand covered the sky and the sun, and the wind howled fiercely.

The figure of the giant stayed in place for three seconds, and seemed to be reluctantly disappearing into nothingness.

Everything recovered in an instant, the yellow sand receded, the strong wind disappeared, and the dark clouds left the sky. Under a blue sky and white clouds, there were piles of rocks on the undulating desert. Only the completely crushed escape opportunity was incompatible with everything beautiful.

After a long time, the black-haired young man groaned hard.His chest heaved violently for a while, and then he woke up clutching his forehead, his blue eyes were blank.

He stumbled to his feet, and was stunned for a while, as if his chaotic brain couldn't think of what to do next.

Where is the giant?

Missed.

Where is Ross?

also gone.

He looked around: Ah, by the way, belly.

The deformity in the stomach is about to come out.

The young man lowered his head slowly, seeing the bulging abdomen and the sharp blade in his hand.

...do I really have to do this?

Ivan stared there hesitantly.

Use a knife to make a slit in the raised area and remove the contents like a bullet.

All crew members have received this emergency training.In the wilderness, alien wasteland, if you are shot or infected by a virus, cutting your flesh with your bare hands is the most urgent emergency measure.

He had heard of someone scraping the bone to cure the poison, and someone cutting off his left hand to prevent the virus from regurgitating, but he had never heard of someone giving himself a caesarean section with bare hands!

But if the deformity grows up at this speed, Ivan can guarantee that although he may not be able to see the sun tomorrow, the sun next year will definitely shine on his grave on time.

Late pain is not as good as early pain.

Sooner or later death is death.

Ivan thought so, clenched the knife in his hand.

He crawled into the ruins of the escape machine and found the emergency medical kit from the well-preserved storage cabinet.

He took off his coat and bit the white cloth, exposing his constantly rising and falling abdomen.It's hard to imagine that such a deformed curvature will appear on a man, and it's also hard to imagine that one day, he will sweat so much all over his body.

Ivan drew a line on the raised side with a sterile pen.The deformity inside thought he was playing with him, and scratched behind his handwriting with a small finger, which almost hurt him to death.

The trembling hand of the dark-haired young man touched the scalpel in the medical box.There was no anesthetic in it, and he didn't have the time and strength to look for it again. His skin could feel the cold touch of the scalpel, like a poisonous snake, which made him shiver.

"Just count to three," he gasped for breath with the tip of the scalpel pressed against his abdomen, intermittently, "Ivan Sergeyevich, after three strokes, you must Put the knife in."

"1, 2, 3..."

Puff.

It was the sound of a knife entering the flesh.

The feeling of being the butcher with the knife and the meat on the plate is really ingenious.

Bright red blood quickly flowed down along the place where the knife cut, Ivan couldn't close his eyes, so he could clearly see the white fat in the wound and the pink muscle with full concentration.

Every time he took a breath of air, his muscles trembled with his movements, as if reminding him all the time that he was cutting his own flesh.

Ivan hissed hard, severe pain ensued.The deformity inside seemed to sense his intentions as well, struggling non-stop, trying to hide deeper in the abdomen.

The bulge visibly moved a few centimeters to the left.

Ivan shook his hand, and turned the knife to the other side.

The pain was so severe that he almost passed out without rolling his eyes.

The white cloth he was biting on was completely wet with sweat, his eyelashes were heavily covered with sweat, and his vision was blurred.He blinked, shook off the sweat, and continued to cut down the handwriting.

I don't know how long it took, but the size of the incision was finally able to tolerate a hand going in.

Ivan struggled to put on the sterile gloves and took a deep breath.

Then he inserted his hand into his stomach.

At this moment, the pain could no longer stop him, the deformity was still trying to keep crawling in, his five fingers were all inserted in, and there was a slippery feeling of flesh between the contact, and the flesh even kept bouncing, And his fingers also felt the contraction and contraction.This is his hand, but also his body.

Kind of like a monkey fishing for the moon, he thought with black humor.

Finally, Ivan's hand grabbed a leg.He dragged that leg out vigorously, the deformity continued to struggle wantonly, and the struggle between the dying beasts caused him to die of pain.

It was dark in front of my eyes, and the feeling of distension disappeared at that moment.

He forcefully dragged the deformity out of his womb.

Regardless of it, Ivan used the staplers in the medical kit to sew up the wound.Every time you press the stapler, you can hear the "click" sound like a stapler, followed by sensory pain.Because of staring at the wound, the senses became more and more acute, and every time it was pierced, it was like pressing a nail into the body.

After solving the wound, spray it with water medicine that can speed up healing.

Ivan turned his head and finally had a chance to see what was in his stomach.

It resembled a small, thin octopus with eight legs spread loosely on the ground.The oval face has human features, but there is no neck, and under the head is a stubby body and reproductive organs.

It is completely black, except for the bluish-white suction cups on the inner side of the tentacles.

Thinking of how this thing stayed in his stomach for dozens of days, Ivan almost vomited it out on the spot.

"...very good...just one last step away." The young man said to himself.

He struggled to move his body, grabbed the Hegra blade, and then without blinking his eyes, he raised the knife and slashed down on the ground.

Blood spattered his cheeks.

A mournful cry resounded through the canyon.

☆、Chap.63

"Sab."

"Shabu, get out of here and never come back..."

"...this is my curse...and my last blessing..."

Someone whispered in his ear.

Shabu Nicholas's first memory is a dark chaos.

This is something that Azathoth created casually, but unexpectedly, the mother of the gods was born.

For hundreds of millions of years, Azathoth took Shabu to various places in the universe.During this period, Digital Dominators were born, but none possessed the same abilities as Shabu.

The lives of most gods have always been boring.

Usually, they will wander aimlessly in the universe, devouring the life forms they see, responding to the call of believers, until they meet an ideal place, and then they usually live there for several years, until they feel bored and destroy The planet then looks for its next prey.

Azathoth is more inclined to be entrenched in his Yadis temple, sleeping for tens of thousands of years.Following him, most of Shabu's memories are that dark, gorgeous, and lonely corner of the universe.

Until one day, he was sitting by the window and counting the stars boredly as usual, when a stone was thrown into his room.

Immediately afterwards, a little boy with golden eyes crawled onto his windowsill.

"Did you see my stone?" He asked blankly.

Shabu picked up the stone and put it in his hand, and asked curiously, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you here before?"

The Jarhead boy replied indifferently, "Yog-Sothoth, madam."

Yog Sothoth?

Never heard of this name.

The next day, Atrak Nakya touched her with her skirt.

She lay comfortably on Shabu's bed, crossing her legs and reading the comic books produced by Planet Misurt.Hearing Shabu's question, she rolled up on the bed and said, "Oh, Yog-Sothoth, it is said that he is the third Outer God after you."

"It's been a long time since an Outer God was born," Shabu propped his chin and looked out the window.Behind the palace is a fiery red rose garden. A boy with golden eyes is sitting on a bench beside some flowers, writing quickly with a quill in his hand, "Why is he here?"

"You gossip, my dear. It is said that the adult is going to teach him himself."

Shabu's eyes lit up: "In this case, he will stay here for a long time?"

Atrak nodded heavily: "Should—Shabu, wait—hey, hey, what are you going to do?!"

As soon as she jumped off the bed, the figure of her friend disappeared behind the door.

The red-haired girl rubbed her hair vigorously, ran to the window, and saw Shabu smiling and saying something next to the boy.The golden sunlight pierced through the early morning mist and sprinkled on the rippling roses. The boy's reaction was very cold. Shabu squatted at his feet, and his stupid look made Atlach cover his eyes.

"What are you writing?"

"The connection between the rose and the curse."

"Wow, that sounds so advanced."

"..."

In short, when Atrak was not paying attention, Shabu and Yugo had become good friends who met every day—although this relationship was only confirmed by Shabu himself.Atrak knew that Shabu had been bored for too long, and he would be excited non-stop once there was something new, but what worried the little girl the most was not the two of them, but the other occupant of the castle.

Light gauze curtains flutter behind the hollow windows of cypress, and the long corridor is covered with cashmere carpets.The lampshades were made of colored glass inlaid with white and blue gemstones, and on the floor at every other window stood porcelain vases of clover flowers.

Shabu touched the porcelain bottle all the way, kicked his legs and followed Yuge: "Why every time I see you, you are either in the library or on the way to the library?"

"Because that lord has a rich collection of books," Yuge replied blankly, "but you, why do you follow me every day?"

"You are so heartless, I thought we were friends." Shabu rolled his eyes.

Yuge turned his head: "Before the adult fell asleep, he told me to keep me away from you."

Shabu said proudly with his hips akimbo: "It's a pity that he is asleep now, and this palace belongs to me."

"What is up to you?"

A very magnetic voice sounded behind the two of them.Familiar, sexy, with a rising coda, just the right amount of irony.

Regardless of Shabu's blushing cheeks, the voice continued: "I'm not dead yet, Shabu Nicholas, you want to make a mess."

Oh, my grass.

Shabu turned around respectfully, and stretched out his arms towards the man: "God, Azathoth, why did you wake up so early this time?"

The man bent down slightly, and picked up the black-haired, blue-eyed boy.

Shabu buried his chin on Azathoth's neck and rubbed it meekly, the man patted his ass gently——

"Old rascal! Why did you hit me??" he asked with a blushing face.

Azathoth snorted and said, "Don't try to fool around by being coquettish."

"I didn't, don't slander me in front of people."

"You like this child?" Azathoth held Shabu's chin with his free fingers. His fingers were cold, but Shabu half-closed his eyes in enjoyment.

The two were very close, nose to nose, eyes to eyes, Shabu swallowed visibly, and looked away uncomfortably: "Yeah, he is handsome and smart, why don't I like it?" he?"

If Atrak were here, Shab would be called an idiot.

It's a pity that he wasn't there, so after Shabu finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the temperature of the air dropped a little bit.

The man's beautiful red eyes glanced at Ivan, and the person he was watching kept moving in his arms, his lips curled up, and he said lightly, "Why do you have such a guilty conscience?"

"I do not have."

"Yug Sotos is here to study, don't bother others."

"Too overbearing, have you asked his opinion?"

Azathoth withdrew his gaze, and looked at the boy standing aside without saying a word with eyes like pigeon blood.

Yuge nodded hesitantly: "I agree with you."

Shab was devastated.

unacceptable.He said in a letter to Atrak—the latter is currently on the planet Misult, and he is sending blades to the comic book author——I fed the dog out of good intentions, and now I can’t stand a little grievance.If I get next to that tortoise again in the future, I'll be an Atlate dog.

Having said that, Shabu still chose to be a dog after Azathoth said he would sleep and sleep for a long time and was bored with nothing to do alone.

woof woof.

It has to be said that Yuge knows a lot about the truth.Sometimes, if he is happy, he will even kindly explain the contents of the book to Shabu.These books of Azathoth are the people's fat and people's anointing that he collected from all corners of the universe, recording all space and time, and it is said that they are called the most precious property in the temple of Addis by the people below.

Azathoth also tried to imbue Shabu with these precious properties, but Shabu had no interest in it. His eyes were always on the man's flawless profile and those red eyes.

"Are you listening?" The man closed the book, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at him gracefully.

Shabu didn't have the slightest resistance to the beauty in front of him: "Of course... I'm listening."

Azathoth smiled, and was satisfied to hear Shabu's breathing became more urgent: "What did I just say?"

"Bug Shas can kiss people to death?"

The man raised his eyebrows: "So you think about this every day, did I make you dissatisfied?"

Shabu looked sad and angry.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I was sick yesterday, and I lay in bed for a whole day, so I couldn’t type qaq

☆、Chap.64

"Boy, please don't say that you are from the Temple of Addis when you go out in the future. I can't afford to lose this man," Azathoth pushed Shabu's face aside, looking at the book, "Chapter 20, the abyss Great Emperor Nodens—skip this chapter, you should be more interested in the next chapter."

"No, I just want to hear his story." Shabu propped his chin.

The man lazily said: "No, you don't want to."

Shabu said sincerely, "I think so."

"..."

"Is there any quarrel between you two, or is it that you once got ptsd after seeing his face after being defeated by him?"

Azathoth leaned back and closed the book: "Are you in need of a beating again?"

"What, violence can't solve everything!" Shabu poked his chest in dissatisfaction.

The man held his hand with a delicate feel, so he couldn't help touching it more: "At least it can solve you."

He let go of his hand, picked up Shabu's chin, and leaned down to place a kiss between the latter's pale lips.Vicious enough, entangled like wild beasts, the smell of blood spread between the intersecting lips and teeth, making Shabu dizzy from the kiss.

When he came back to his senses, the man's black cloak had disappeared behind the door.

And the book on the desk was burned to ashes.

Shabu's eyes widened, in disbelief: "This is cheating! It's so unfair!"

The sound spread to the corridors of the magnificent palace, startling the white birds to spread their wings.The man snorted and walked away without looking back.

There is no unparalleled road, and the more Azathoth didn't want him to know, the more Shabu's thirst for knowledge became stronger.

One day later, under Shabu's stalking, Yog-Sothoth finally hesitantly let go.

He said: "The ancient god Nodens is also called the Great Emperor of the Abyss. He was born since the existence of the universe. Your Excellency the leader once had some friction with him..."

Shabu asked enthusiastically, "Who won after that?"

"Nodens. Your Excellency lost badly."

"I knew it was," Shabu rolled his eyes and muttered, "That's why that face-saving man burned the whole book."

Yogg's fingers tapped on the thick pages of the book unconsciously: "So, what is the relationship between you and that adult?"

"Me and him?" Shabu leaned on the back of the chair, stretched out his hand out of the window, carelessly teasing the bee, which was hiding in the flower stand and hiding from him, "I like him, and he likes me too. Nyarlatotti Pu is the child I conceived with him. That's the relationship."

After finishing speaking, he showed a bright smile to Yugo.

The sunlight under the blue sky shines into the study room through the large open carved windows, and the light white embroidered curtains dance with the breeze. Shabu has a scent of sunshine and flowers, which is warm and warm, amidst the chirping of birds. In the sound, Yuge was slightly absent-minded.

Of course, all of this is just an illusion set by Azathoth.

There has never been a good saying in the lair of evil gods.

I don't know how many years passed, Azathoth fell into a deep sleep again and again.Later, he finally woke up from his sleep, dissatisfied that Shabu and Yugo were too close, the man took him away from the temple of Addis, and wandered around in the universe.

As a mad god, Azathoth's spirit became more and more unstable after being awake for a long time.With his strength growing day by day, Shabu was trapped by his brutality and madness, so he decided to leave him temporarily together with Atrak Nakya.

Together they fled to the Alto system and lived there for just a few months.After that, Azathoth appeared without hesitation, and then captured Shabu back to the corner of the universe.

Throughout the whole year, there were constant cries, and under the heavy light and shadow, blood seeped from under the luxurious and ancient palace door, and a shocking dark atmosphere enveloped the entire towering and huge palace.

Trapping Shabu Nicholas with illusions and combining with the mother of the gods, Azathoth's power became stronger and stronger, and the power of the ethnic group reached its peak.In the entire universe, blood and slaughter continued, and every worshiper who summoned the gods with their souls and lives gained unparalleled power.

The ancient god Nodens was shocked by the madness and disorder of the ruler.

He sent a message from Atrak Nakya, telling Shabu that his night-gaunt will help him escape from the deep palace in ten days.

That day, Shabu created a huge scar on Azathoth's heart with the Hegra blade, and then left the center of chaos accompanied by Nodens.

The kindly-eyed old man held up his crutches, with Shabu's trembling, blood-stained hands attached.

He smiled and said, "You're shaking, boy. Why?"

Shabu's face was very calm, so calm that it was a little penetrating.

Eyes are a little itchy.

He wiped the blood off his face with his hands, and then the whole face was covered with red liquid: "Is what I did right?"

"Your choice is correct. If the power of the Mad God is not restrained, one day he will destroy everyone."

"But his expression looks so sad," Shabu sighed heavily, "He trusts me so much, but I broke his heart."

Nodens hugged the boy who was just up to his shoulders: "Listen, Shab Nicholas. There is no turning back when you shoot, and I will cover all traces of you, and you will fall into a deep sleep. Your soul will be free Yes, it will reincarnate like all ordinary beings. You will enjoy the joy of life."

Shabu looked at him silently.

Beside him, the Gate of Chaos, which was billowing with black mist, was constantly squirming.

"But you can never see him again."

"...I see." Shabu's light blue eyes finally glanced at the palace.

The sky is full of red, and the gorgeous colors are poured on the towering and deep castle.There are still flower stands hanging outside the carved windows of the old castle. The clusters of flowers withered because they were left unattended for a long time, and the bees didn't know where they went.The windward lawn is suddenly yellow, and the dreamy rose garden is full of burdocks, weeds and weeds.Under the light mist, Shabu felt a little cold.

"Sab."

"Shabu, get out of here and never come back..."

"...this is my curse...and my last blessing..."

Stepping into the Chaos Gate, the last sound he heard before falling asleep.

Ivan felt sincerely uncomfortable in the memory.It seems that the feelings of tens of thousands of years ago traveled through time and finally projected onto him.

He struggled hard a few times.The darkness shattered, and light shone through the cracks.

blinked.

The light is cold, the light is noisy, and the light blue culture fluid bends the light.

A man sat indifferently on the head of his bed. Seeing him open his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly: "Are you awake?"

☆、Chap.65

who am I?

where am I?

Who is he?

Three classic soul questions popped up in Ivan's mind.

After thinking twice, he decided to take his time.

"Where am I?" Ivan twisted his stiff neck.

The man sitting opposite him said flatly, "Victory."

"Oh, Victory," Ivan nodded seemingly knowingly, even though he knew nothing about the ship, "who are you?"

"Captain of the Victory, Caesar."

Ivan craned his neck to look at the speaker.

The black-haired man leaning against the wall was tall, with a straight nose and thin lips.

Thick-soled military boots and a white shirt with cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing his muscular muscles.

Very handsome, Ivan felt a little familiar with him for no reason.

"My friend, have I met you somewhere?" Ivan blinked.

"Of course you've seen me."

Ivan couldn't react a bit: "Where is it?"

"You should remember." Caesar replied calmly.

What is the tone of this debt collection?Ivan thought with a calm face.

"Time is running out." Just as the young man was still in a daze, Caesar strolled to his bedside and bent down, his black hair hanging behind his ears, casting a shadow, "Sab Nicholas, Azathoth You're about to wake up, do you have any plans?"

Untouchable to prevent dreams from colliding with reality.

"..." The young man asked with horror on his face, "Who are you??"

Caesar crossed his arms impatiently: "You killed the teratosis, and you disturbed the mother's body, don't tell me you still don't remember anything?"

Ivan shook his head: "No, no, no, I killed the thing that came out of my stomach. But what is the matrix?"

"You are the soul of Shabu Nicholas. But your body is still in the sky," Caesar pointed his jaw out of the window, "you are still sleeping there."

"Well, it turned out that it was my body...but why did Azathoth wake up right away?" Ivan touched the goosebumps on his arms, "I remember Ross's summoning circle was destroyed by him."

"In order to save you, your matrix cast a phantom in front of Nyarlathotep. This phantom not only scared away that little liar, but also called me from thousands of miles away, and even alarmed Azathoth," Caesar explained coldly, "Moreover, the carrier of his soul is dying. The day that person dies is the day when Azathoth returns."

Ivan asked the crucial question: "Who is that person?"

"Sean," Caesar said a name word by word, so that Ivan didn't realize it for a while, "Sergeyevich."

Ivan opened his mouth silently, and it could be seen from the shape of his mouth that it was a dirty word.four letters.

"Nordens tried his best to cover up your tracks so that no one can find you. If it goes well, no one will be able to find you again. But the clone of Azathoth was reincarnated beside you, which is even more surprising. Yes, you came to this planet together." Caesar closed his eyes tiredly, "There is a one-in-a-billion chance that the two of you will meet. So it is destined that the gods will return again."

Ivan sat up straight in a trance, and almost missed Caesar's nose.

The man took a few steps back, leaned against the wall again, and lit a cigarette.

"So, what are you going to do?" He urged again.

Under his gaze, Ivan didn't know where to put his hands. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Before we discuss everything, brother, let me ask you a question. Which god are you?"

Caesar raised his eyebrows impatiently: "You don't recognize me?"

"I really haven't met you. Don't make it sound like we know each other well."

Caesar pinched the butt of his cigarette with an indifferent expression on his face.This poker-like face reminded Ivan of something suddenly.

Just as he was trying to find the moon in his memory, Caesar's eyes changed——

Amidst the smog, those ordinary eyes turned golden.The pure gold eyes were like precious treasures, illuminating the dark room, and the light blue light shone on his pale face, reflecting the sharp silhouette of the man.

Ivan almost lost his voice: "You are Yogg Sothos!"

Caesar nodded reluctantly.

"How did you grow so big?" Ivan's monkey-like eyes obviously made the man very upset, but the latter just pinched his cigarette butt and took another puff, "My dear, you only reached my shoulder when you left. ..”

Caesar smiled, and there was some mischief in the golden pupil: "And now you are on my shoulder."

Ivan was expressionless: "I'm tall too."

He turned his head and sighed: "So, why did you help me?"

"There's no reason. I go by how I feel."

"...Where is Sean?"

"I receive treatment 24 hours a day in my top-level medical room." Caesar stared at the ground, not knowing what to think, "He is too close to the reactor, when we found him, his whole body was almost rotten. For three days and three nights, God knows what kept him alive."

It's okay not to say, but once I said it, Ivan's eye sockets began to swell again.

He turned around nonchalantly: "Where are the others?"

"Basically everyone on the ship is dead, we rescued a few," Caesar said calmly, "One of them seems to be your little friend, what's his name...Andre?"

Ivan rarely showed his first smile in the past few days: "I knew he was still alive."

"So, what are you going to do after Azathoth wakes up?" Caesar stared at the ground without raising his head, "If you are going to leave now, I can send you to Earth before he wakes up, so that You live in peace for a few days."

"And let Azathoth destroy the earth in a fit of anger? Forget it, what else can I do. At that time, I ran from the Cygnus galaxy to Otto with that stupid girl at Atrak, basically across The east-west direction of the universe is changed, and you know that Azathoth appeared in front of me on time one month later." Ivan shivered, "You didn't see the face of that dog man at that time, you just wanted to eat me alive .”

Caesar raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man with an uneasy expression pretending to be calm.

Because he had just recovered from a serious injury, his bluish-white face was surprisingly thin, leaving only the beautiful outline and those familiar, light blue eyes——

It reminded him of the study in the sun many years ago.

...Forget it, besides myself, who else will take care of this brat.

Caesar breathed out a puff of smoke: "Even if you don't want to go, you can't just sit here and wait for death. Azathoth will wake up soon, and you are here too. The ancient prophecy in the universe is about to come true, and that old man Nodens can't just sit idly by .”

Ivan frowned: "What prophecy?"

"In legend, the gods sealed in the depths of the universe are a race that feeds on the energy of stars and wanders in the dark universe. When the mother goddess comes to the world again, they will wake up from the ruins and bring havoc to the world "Caesar said slowly, "Azathoth will return at any time, and the slumber of the Mother of Gods will be disturbed. I don't believe that Nodens can still sit still."

"...are they going to have another fight like that?"

Caesar stared at him deeply: "Your Excellency, you must report your flaws. Even if Nodens is unwilling, Azathoth will never let him go."

Ivan lowered his head and began to button the buttons on the hospital gown: "Who do you think will win between the two?"

"It's hard to say. If it's the original story, the Emperor of the Abyss is definitely better. But now that Nodens is getting old, if Azathoth joins forces with you, he definitely has no chance of winning."

"Then what if I escape far away?"