Haunted Places Live

Chu Yi watched Zhao Censhang feed water into Chu Yang's mouth, but there was a gloomy look in the depths of his eyes.

Chu Yang, the devourer, once thought about getting rid of him.At that time, Chu Yi could feel the killing intent emanating from the opponent.If Lynch hadn't been suddenly besieged by the Devourer, the other party might have already made a move.

He doesn't like this one himself.

Chu Yang took a breath, but suddenly grabbed Zhao Censhang's sleeve tightly, "Where's Lynch? Where's Lynch?"

Zhao Censhang frowned, "He...he's outside Nottingham City..."

"Did the Prophet catch him?" Chu Yang's voice was tense, and his eyes were wide open, as if terrified.

Zhao Censhang glanced at Chu Yi.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Chu Yang began to pull the chain on his wrist vigorously.His wrist was already torn by eh, the wound had just scabbed, and now it started to bleed again.Zhao Censhang hurriedly tried to suppress him, but the other party acted like crazy, "No! You must rescue him immediately! Leave me alone!"

Chu Yi suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and looked at him intently, "Why did the prophet lock you up?"

"It's not important! If you can't untie my chains, hurry up and save Lynch!"

Zhao Censhang reassured, "As long as the Prophet wants to start the Great Crunch, he will be needed. If the Prophet wanted to kill him, he would have already done so. He is not in danger yet, so you can rest assured."

"You don't understand!" Chu Yang the Devourer looked desperate, "His life is in danger at any time!"

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Several major cities occupied by the Devourer suddenly began to have a large number of observers of different realities, and several cities in Asia that had been occupied by the Devourer were quickly recaptured.Such news reached the ears of the governments of various countries, but did not arouse much positive response.Although the Devourer seems to have been suppressed to a certain extent, no one knows who these foreign multi-observers belong to.

And the U.S. nuclear bomb plan to strike Britain was actually passed.The civilians trapped in Nottingham and members of the Holy See did not know that the trajectory of a nuclear warhead had been set to their location.

In the rapidly formed Devourer base camp outside Nottingham, the giant pyramid has already been built.

Under the pedestal, in front of the heavy and huge stone gate, Chu Yang carried the cello on his back and leaned on a cane, walking step by step towards the black-robed prophet who was waiting for him.There is still an eternal smile on the tea-white mask, and the majestic and huge pyramid behind him is one with him.

Chu Yang walked in front of him, as if he could sense the satisfied smile on the Prophet's face.

"You have come," said the Prophet.

There was no light in Chu Yang's eyes, the extreme pain and hatred devoured his last sanity, and the madness destroyed his personality.At this moment, the aura on his body was no different from that of the prophet, like a bottomless black hole, devouring all hope.

The world is broken, everything is broken.Those who shouldn't die are dead, but those who deserve to die are still alive.Those who are sober are dead, but those who are insane are still alive.It's better to destroy it, destroy everything, and start over.

"How can I help you?" Chu Yang asked.

The Prophet walked towards him, stretched out his soft and slender hand, and gently wiped away a little bit of dried blood on his cheek.Such a gentle touch seemed to carry endless affection.

"There is a twin ritual in the Necronomicon. When the first ritual is successfully performed, the executor will gain the ability to determine the survival of multiple realities. If the first ritual is performed thoroughly, then the second ritual can be performed. Two ceremonies—starting the Great Crunch and releasing the God of Entropy." The prophet's finger touched Chu Yang's forehead lightly, "You should have known about this ceremony, but you refused to watch it."

"I understand." Chu Yang said, "But, isn't Lynch necessary to start the Big Crunch?"

"It won't be needed until the second ceremony. What we are going to perform is just an incomplete version of the first one. This time it is just an attempt. If it succeeds, you and Lynch will perform the first ceremony again."

"Will Lynch listen to you?"

The Prophet chuckled, "He has no choice."

Chu Yang frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

The prophet took half a step back and ordered, "Open the gate."

Around them, countless dark devourers and holy race legions surrounded them, cheering with ecstasy.

But amidst the cheers, Chu Yang heard a familiar call.

"Xiao Yang!"

He stopped and turned around.

Lynch was wearing a chain engraved with the Ring of Osar, and was being firmly restrained and dragged by four senior fives, as if to prevent him from attracting Chu Yang's attention.The three high-ranking fives were all marked, and it was obvious that Lynch had caused them a lot of trouble.

"Xiao Yang! Don't go!" Lynch's bright, tear-filled eyes focused on him, not caring that a hound had already swallowed his right foot, "Come back! Don't do anything you'll regret! "

He had just heard about the death of Xu Bai and Xiao Yiquan, and he didn't even have time to digest the grief of losing his best friend.

He knew it was bad.

Originally, with him by his side, Xiaoyang might be able to regain some sense of sanity, but now...

Now Xiaoyang is afraid that he will never return.

But he still held out a glimmer of hope.He took advantage of the fact that those people didn't dare to hurt him and rushed out of the room where he was imprisoned, wanting to stop Chu Yang for the last time.He stared at Chu Yang eagerly, begging, praying, praying that Chu Yang would walk in his direction.

He believes that Xiaoyang will definitely choose him, and Xiaoyang has always only chosen him.

But Chu Yang looked at him for a while, his eyes were empty.But he turned around, followed behind the prophet, and disappeared into the thick darkness behind the entrance of the pyramid.

Lynch felt his heart stopped for half a beat, as if someone had punched him hard in the chest.For a moment when he lost his mind, his body was already crushed to the ground by those devourers, his hands and feet were restrained, and he couldn't move.

He failed, he failed to persuade Xiao Yang.

Chu Yang walked in the dark, but this time, he didn't feel scared anymore.

He even felt that he was meant to live in such a darkness where his hands could not be seen.

He obviously couldn't see anything, but his senses extended, and he was able to accurately trace the outline of the prophet in front of him.The Prophet, like him, is at home in the dark, needs no eyes, and knows where he is going.

The huge pyramid was originally the tomb of the pharaoh, and he felt in a trance that he had entered the afterlife.

All the noise, screams, and curses disappeared, and the pure silence almost made Chu Yang intoxicated.There was only him and the Prophet, only the sound of their footsteps and breathing, and nothing else would disturb them.

The ground under his feet was flat and cold, with a decaying aura.Chu Yang felt that he followed the Prophet through two giant gates before stopping.

Then, the light appeared again.

Overhead, thirteen gigantic orbs of various sizes emitted a psychedelic chaotic light, illuminating four monstrously large statues around them.On the front right, there is a red giant covered with tumors, where there should be a head, but there is only a huge tentacle waving towards the sky.Under his feet, there are several strange people or monsters.This is Nyarlathotep the Crouching Chaos and his avatars.At the right rear, a terrifying giant crouched on the ruins, with countless tentacles hanging from its octopus-like head, and a pair of hollow and evil eyes staring at the ball in the sky.A pair of ugly and huge fleshy wings are dormant behind, as if they are about to rush into the sky at any time - Cthulhu, the Lord of R'lyeh.On the front left is a flaming death star, the source of all fire.It is like a sun, its tongue of flame roaring angrily, as if to devour everything - Cthugha, Lord of Fire.And in the left rear, wearing a yellow cloak and a mask is the king in yellow. Countless waves of tentacles overflowed from under his cloak, and the strong wind blew its ragged sleeves and blew through all his pores. The whole universe—Hasta, king in yellow with the dead wind raging.

The four main gods, corresponding to the imagery of the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, all looked up to Yogsothoth, the thirteen luminous spheres, which transcended everything.

Under their feet, there was a circular groove filled with blood, surrounding Chu Yang and the Prophet.But apart from the circle of grooves, there is no magic circle.There is also a chair in the middle, as if prepared for Chu Yang.

"This magic circle is in your mind and needs to be completed by you," the prophet said.

Chu Yang hesitated for a moment, sat down on the chair, took the cello out of the case, and tuned the strings.But at this moment, the prophet walked up to him and handed him a book.

Chu Yang saw that it was the king in yellow.

Exactly the same one that Bayaki had given him.

He hid the book in Lynch's house, and after the Devourer invaded, the book also disappeared.

Sure enough, it was in the hands of the Prophet.

"Although you have read the Nacket manuscript, after all, reading this version will allow you to see it more clearly," said the Prophet.

Chu Yang took the book without hesitation, and turned directly to Chapter 2.

His eyes quickly slid across the lines of text, those characters, those verses and images, constantly impacting certain levels in his mind.As if he already knew the words, and as if he had been waiting for them to fill in the blanks.

At some point, he realized that what he saw was no longer words.

But the stars.

The countless galaxies and nebulae floating in the universe, as vast as smoke, appeared clearly in his line of sight.

He saw the endless void and chaos surging behind the universe, the core of the universe that gave birth to everything.He saw the names of all the gods, all the mysteries, spells and beliefs about them.

It was as if he had been pulled out of his body, carried by a gust of howling wind, and traveled through countless planets, countless spaces, and countless times in an instant.He saw those long-gone and forgotten civilizations, saw the altars piled up with blood and corpses, and saw a corner of the core of the universe that humans could not understand no matter what.He seems to be a group of birds, a worm, a cell, being sent back to the most primitive state, losing identity, personality, good and evil.

He didn't notice that he was playing the violin. Along with his music, countless grooves began to spread out from under his seat, quickly weaving and connecting, connecting the outermost circle of blood grooves.The blood of ten fifth-level observers and fifty fourth-level observers, including the great acolyte of Raliya, quickly filled every gully, and the strong wind howled in the pyramid, blowing from different stone pillars and doorways. A crazy movement.

The Prophet threw back his head and let out a sigh of joy.

This is the moment he has been waiting for for a long time...

His angel is finally about to open the gate of heaven for him.

Chu Yang's music is no longer music for people to listen to.Any human being, no matter what level of observer they are, will lose all will to resist when they hear such music, and will return to the original and nothingness willingly.

The prophet's robe was also rolled up by the strong wind, and wisps of strange black matter between solid and gas gushed out from under his robe, changing several times like dancing silk ribbons.The world's thickest dark and chaotic power was released from his body, he raised his head, and chanted the mantra written in the language of the ancient gods loudly.

He felt like a neuron, a myriad of synapses spreading out of his body and into an adjacent reality.He himself seems to have become Atrakh Nakya himself, but they are stronger than the spider god, and their silk threads are stronger than the spider god's silk. Once the reality is caught by their silk, it is impossible get away.

As a result, super earthquakes occurred in many places around the world, and the tsunami set off huge waves of hundreds of meters and swallowed coastal cities in an instant.The reality of No. 38 and No. 40 is also facing a catastrophe. Lava spews out of the ground, the earth cracks, and the mountains collapse.

Realities that were originally impossible to blend squeezed and collided with each other, falling apart.

The prophet's body bears the pressure of three realities and is stretched to the extreme.He moaned in pain, but bearable nonetheless.

But at this moment, something suddenly went wrong.

Something heavy and bulky...wrapped him, squeezed his throat, and made him unable to breathe.And the pressure of those three realities also made him unable to move.

An extremely cold air of death quietly enveloped him, the prophet opened his eyes, but saw that Chu Yang had stopped playing.And on his ribs, beautiful and deadly flowers bloomed, and countless vines had strangled him tightly, wrapping him like a cocoon.The bones around him made a rattling sound, as if they had been compressed to the limit and were about to break and shatter.But that power did not stop.

Chu Yang opened a pair of icy eyes, and lifted him into the air.

The Prophet felt the sharp pain erupting from his body, but instead of crying out in pain, he laughed strangely.

"So you haven't given up yet."

The violent wind of death swirls around Chu Yang, and pure entropy bursts out from every pore of Chu Yang, those blue blood vessel-like lines spread from the ribs to the neck, and all the way to the cheeks, and those eyes The golden-green light in it became more and more dazzling.

Chu Yang stared at him with eyes bursting with hatred, and further compressed the tentacles.Roiger, as huge as the sun, rose from behind him, with huge eyeballs and densely packed compound eyes open like a mocker, staring at the instigator who once destroyed so many realities. "You said I was the strongest." Chu Yang said softly, even with a smile in his voice, "I am now strong enough?"

After a crisp bone breaking sound, the prophet's head drooped.

Chu Yang looked at the man in the air who was no longer struggling and had been crushed by him, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

He succeeded?

What Chu Yang the Devourer and his Lynch failed to do, did he really do it?

The Prophet is dead?

The vines loosened, and the prophet's body lost its support, and fell to the ground in ruins.At this moment, he doesn't look scary at all, and he doesn't look like a terrifying existence that can destroy so many realities.

Chu Yang stepped forward with some anxiety, and moved his body with his tentacles.

Still no sound.

Chu Yang hesitated for a moment, then squatted down.He stared at the mask, slowly stretched out his hand, hesitating with his fingertips in the air, still unable to resist the temptation to know the truth, he grabbed the edge of the mask and lifted it.

The face under the mask, probably due to not seeing the sun all year round, is paler than before, almost transparent.Long eyelashes, high bridge of the nose, handsome enough to look like the face of a beautiful boy in an oil painting, let the years pass by, never a moment of aging.

Chu Yang couldn't understand what he saw for a while.

All images, all sounds, all thoughts were gone from his mind.The wind also stopped, everything was still, even the sound of the heartbeat didn't seem to exist.

All his perception is vision, but he doesn't even believe in vision.

impossible……

This is absolutely impossible...

Lynch clearly only has one left...

All the other Lynches are dead, he saw it!

A strange sound of unknown meaning came out of his throat, and tears overflowed from his wide-open eyes.

His hand was suddenly grasped by a pair of soft and slender hands, and the charming eyes opened, looking at him with a gentle smile.

Lynch said in his melodious and clear voice, "Are you satisfied with the result?"