Haunted Places Live

It was the first time for Chu Yang to see the Thames River in London.

Leaning on a cane, he stood on the top of a grand and modern skyscraper, overlooking the ancient river that meanders through the forest-like high-rise city.The river surface is so smooth, flowing calmly and peacefully like aristocrats.The sleek modern mansions on both sides of the river complement the ancient Gothic and Baroque buildings, but there is no sense of disobedience.

Just looking at it like this, it seems that everything in this city is fine, just like countless days and nights in the past.

Yet standing here was the end of the illusion itself.He will destroy this ancient city.

From the moment he decided to switch identities with Chu Yang the Devourer, he knew that it was impossible to keep his hands clean.He is bound to do something irreversible, no matter how thoughtful he is.

At this time, the sun had tilted towards the west, and layers of rose and golden veil-like sunset clouds were stacked and smudged, reflecting on the river.The civilians in the city have basically been evacuated, and he can't drag on any longer.He must take London, or the Prophet will no longer trust him.

He would never have the chance to assassinate the Prophet.Then all these arrangements will be in vain.

He turned around, and two masked men had already arranged a seat for him, and the cello was placed on the piano stand next to the chair, waiting for him quietly.

This cello belonged to Chu Yang the Devourer, but when he held it in his arms, it seemed to be his own, without any barriers.It's just that this piano exudes a stronger aura, which is the remnant of the aura left by Chu Yang, the devourer.

Two recording microphones were placed beside him.

Chu Yang took a deep breath, closed his eyes and collected himself, then raised his bow.

Cello tunes wafted from the deserted streets of London, every speaker that hadn’t been disconnected from the Internet was playing his tunes, and at first it seemed a little casual, as if it was just an ordinary, soothing cello solo.

The British soldiers nervously holding their guns guarding the various arteries of London heard those beautiful voices, at first they felt strange and didn't have much defense.They have also heard that those "observers" with supernatural powers who suddenly appeared from all over the place can spread some kind of spiritual pollution through works of art, and can even make people mad.But obviously such a slow and pleasant song is impossible to have such a wicked effect.

But gradually, as the music became more brisk and jumpy, a strange, strong, and even abnormal joy began to pervade the minds of those soldiers.These soldiers have also seen what happened to the city invaded by the Devourer, and they were all terrified at first, and their minds were full of all kinds of terrifying imaginations.But now, that sense of heaviness and tension suddenly dissipated, and some soldiers even began to smirk for no reason, their eyes unable to concentrate, as if they had entered a sweet dream. The gun dropped to the ground.

Each of them is equipped with earplugs, but after all, resources are limited, and only the most basic sound-isolating earplugs are available.However, even if Chu Yang's music penetrated only a little bit, it could have a decisive impact on the spirit of all of them.

Almost instantly, all the soldiers, as well as the observers below the fourth level, were stunned by the sound, threw away their weapons, and immersed themselves in the wonderful hallucinations in their minds. Everything they saw was shining brightly. Ordinary objects, including light poles and trash cans, suddenly became interesting, and some people even started hugging and kissing each other.

But the remaining fourth-level and fifth-level observers were unable to locate Chu Yang.The Devourer army still hasn't appeared, but more than half of the defenders have lost their fighting power.

At this time, the Devourers began to pour into London like a black tide.They emerged from various buildings that had been emptied, and wherever there was a door was their entrance.And the holy race spread silently, a huge shadow passed over the vast city, and there was a rumbling sound like a ghost train passing through the ground.

Huge worms erupted from the ground, and the devourers tried to block the rebels in front of them; the moon beasts captured the third-level observers of the Chaos Temple, tied them to the pillars, tortured them wantonly for fun; the colors of the stars and the sky filled with clouds Mixed together, they fell silently on the ground, and all the creatures they touched died immediately, and the plants withered instantly; the hounds also came out from all sharp corners with the smell of asphalt, crushing the soldiers' bones with their hot bodies. The bones, the screams and the snapping of bones were mixed together, forming a cruel movement in Chu Yang's music.

Chu Yang could feel the extreme pain and fear of all the dying soldiers. He used this song to make them give up their resistance and make them die in a dreamlike hallucination.And he himself chooses to take the pain of those isolated by him instead of these people, which is the price of this song.

Every inch of skin seemed to be being corroded by acid, as if being whipped by a whip with barbed poisonous hooks, as if it was burning, as if it was being torn apart.He gritted his teeth, not letting a single moan escape.This self-torturing pain is what he deserves, no... he should die in the same pain as those people, and die once in every cruel and terrifying way, so as to pay for his sins.

Even though almost all the fourth-level and more than half of the fifth-level from the Chaos Temple and the Holy Flame Department were dispatched, the number of fifth-level devourers was still overwhelming.

But at this time, the originally calm river surface of the Thames began to appear abnormal.The originally clean and transparent water began to quickly become turbid, with a layer of pus green floating on it.A strong stench filled London in an instant, and the swamp gas made the air sticky, like a wet rag that had been moldy for months.

Then, countless green things began to climb up from the thick "river water".Their bloated and sticky bodies are covered with scales and raised warts, their fish-like dull but evil faces, their protruding eyes covered with a cloudy film, but their limbs are like frogs, and they move forward in a jumping posture. OK.

deep diver...

It seems that R'lyeh finally understands that the Devourer will destroy everything if this continues, and decides not to sit idly by.

These things were the kind of monsters that Chu Yang had seen in Sangyu International School.They are twice the size of ordinary humans, have super jumping ability, great strength, and the mucus on their bodies is extremely corrosive.It is said that they were originally from Innsmouth, and when those people grow to a certain age, they will go to the sea by themselves, disappear among the waves, and gradually change into the appearance of this deep diver.They inhabit the darkest and coldest seabed, prey on fish in the ocean, and worship their main god Cthulhu and the demigods Dagon and Hydera.

They rushed towards the Devourer and the Holy Race like a dark green tide, and the originally one-sided situation was gradually checked and balanced.

However, this was not enough, the river was still tumbling, rolling up higher and higher thick green waves, gradually forming a huge vortex in the river.

The cold wind blew the hair on Chu Yang's forehead, and he felt a familiar panic.

After the sound of the piano paused, Chu Yang opened his eyes and said, "They summoned this real demigod."

Accompanied by his words, in the middle of the majestic green vortex, huge fish fins raised like sails.A thunderous roar shook the ground, and a five-story-high giant deep diver suddenly jumped out of the vortex. When it landed, the pressure changed and collapsed several buildings, and all creatures, whether friendly or enemy, were trampled on the ground. Under the pair of green fins, it was crushed into meat paste.

However, it wasn't over yet, an even bigger deep diver straightened up from the vortex.This one was obviously female, with layers of lumps hanging from her chest, and a fat and broad abdomen, twice the size of the previous giant deep diver.There were countless starfish and coral stuck to its hideous face, and its turbid and ancient giant eyes stared straight at Chu Yang on the roof.

Chu Yang only felt that he was wrapped in a cold and sticky swamp water, and the cold current gurgled through his blood.

Dagon and Hydra, the demigods worshiped by the deep divers and the R'lyye, the descendants of Cthulhu, sleep at the bottom of the sea-the temple where the main god Cthulhu is buried.

The Mother Goddess landed, and where the huge body passed, the tall buildings were as vulnerable as mud, and the steel bars bent and collapsed with a wailing sound.It walked towards Chu Yang, probably wanting to crush the instigator.Chu Yang turned his head and said to the two subordinates who were obviously scared back and wanted to escape, "Send down the order to let all the fifth-level generals attack Dagon and Hydera." "Yes!" The two followers ran away as if fleeing for their lives up.

Facing the approaching behemoth, Chu Yang said that he was not nervous or afraid, but it was a lie.The last time I faced something this big was against the Spider God in Yuantou Village.

He tried his best to suppress his beating heart rate, threw away the bow whose bow hair had been broken by more than half, and replaced it with a good one.He closed his eyes, trying to recall the contents of the Necronomicon he had read, trying to find the feeling of a splitting headache and wishing to scratch his head away.

Then, the sound of the piano burst out.

No longer the human melody, but total, decisive, protean chaos.There is no fixed rhythm, no fixed scale, no rules.The music that can penetrate the brain and focus on the most frightening point of collapse, the music that can drive people crazy.

The music exploded throughout the city of London, immediately adding more chaos to the battle situation.Even the observers who wore special earplugs could hardly bear the noise. Many of the lower-level ones had already started to scream or go limp, no matter how hard they tried to cover their ears, it was of no avail.Countless incomprehensible but extremely terrifying images appeared in the mind. Some British soldiers began to shoot indiscriminately without distinguishing between enemy and friend; some observers also began to kill each other.But Hydera just moved a little slower, trying to cover the two round holes on both sides of his head that were probably ears, as if in pain.Such a level of mental attack is still unable to subdue a demigod with Cthulhu blood.

Then, accompanied by the non-stop music of the cello, the clothes on Chu Yang's chest were torn apart, and a huge flower bloomed, covering him and the cello in his arms.Accompanied by the sound of the piano, countless vines exploded like fireworks, turning into thousands of sharp and poisonous thorns that quickly wrapped around Hydera's bloated body.Hydera obviously felt the severe pain and struggled hard, but in this music, the power of the Filth Twins seemed to become stronger than ever, and the vines of Zaal emitted a deadly light, firmly trapping the mother goddess.Immediately afterwards, Royzar, like a scorching sun bursting out from below the sea level, slammed into Hydera with lightning speed.

Hydera let out a wail, dark green blood gushed out of her chest, staggered and fell backwards.Dagon in the distance let out a roar, jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards Chu Yang.

But at this time, all the fifth-level generals of the Devourer had arrived, and the stigmata shot out from their bodies were like black clouds of smoke, colliding with Dagon.

Chu Yang only felt that the bones seemed to have been dismantled into countless pieces, the body seemed to have been crushed by Mount Tai, cold sweat dripped from the chin on the body of the piano, and the vines on the chest were still emitting a dazzling stream of light.

He had just retracted the stigmata into his body, but suddenly felt a kind of trepidation.

A wind of uneasiness brushed his cheek.

He turned his head slightly, but found that at some point, there was another person on the roof where he was the only one left.

The tall man he was familiar with had a face that was strikingly similar to Lynch's but more stern, and a pair of eyes that had passed through hundreds of millions of years looked at him quietly.

Lin Qiao.