Haunted Places Live

Antonio crouched in embarrassment on the dry and cracked ground, rolling and crawling towards the dark-skinned pharaoh wrapped in gorgeous golden clothes in front of him.Most of the men who fled with him have been captured by the prophet's tentacles, and he was the only one left in the end.

"Great crouching Chaos, faceless king! Please have mercy on your servant!" He humbly begged in a trembling voice that was not only terrified but excited, "I have fulfilled all your requests, Gemini It has been reconciled, and the big collapse is about to happen!"

The pharaoh stood tall in the deserted and empty field, his arrogant and slender eyes slightly lowered, looking down at the ants under his feet.His dark lips were slightly raised, and his smile was sly and sarcastic, "Indeed, you did a good job. The Lord God you believe in, the king in yellow, will also remember your dedication."

Antonio raised his hands, the dexterous hands of the world's top magician who can create endless illusions, are trembling like leaves in the wind at this moment, "Please have mercy on me! You promised that when the big collapse occurs, I can Participate in determining the final reality, and the gods will fulfill my request!"

"Since you in every reality are working hard to perform your tasks, what is promised to you will naturally be given to you." Nyarlathotep's great body gradually shrank, shrinking to the size of an ordinary human being. size.Every time he took a step, the ground would turn into soot, and endless black shadows spread behind him, like a curtain that would not reflect light.He came to this sad chess piece, stretched out his black finger, and drew a mark on the human palm, "However, you still have one last task."

Antonio opened his eyes wide in astonishment, but only had time to see the black hand overturned towards his eyes.He felt the severe pain of scorched flesh bursting out from his eyes, and screaming, his eyeballs melted and turned into two pools of blood, which were absorbed and swallowed by the black skin.

"Your humble body and mind will perish, perish in all realities. But I will take your eyes...at least the atoms of your eyes to close reality, where you will live forever with the gods, and you will To become a part of God, you will naturally have the powerful observation power you expect." With a mocking, careless voice, the soul under his palm wailed in horror.Then, the ground under Antonio's knees quickly disintegrated, collapsed downwards, and turned into a gaping hole like a huge mouth.He fell, and the howling sound echoed in the depths of the hollow, but it quickly dissipated like a gnat.

Nyarlathotep raised his eyes of nothingness, looking at the endless chaos spinning above his head, his head began to elongate and deform.A huge blood-red tentacles raised high, licking the sky like a blood-colored giant tongue.

Everything has advanced to this node, which Yogg Sothos has already carefully arranged.

Xu Shen is about to show up.

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In front of the Prophet, three worlds were burning at the same time.

The earth cracked, the mountains and rivers pushed and collided with each other, and the unprecedented earthquake and tsunami tore apart all the cities. Large pieces of land floated on the lava, like a precarious boat that may capsize at any time.The sky takes on an eerie and blinding fragmentation, as streams of air from different realities collide into terrifying typhoons, tornadoes and thunderstorms.The raging winds uprooted centuries-old trees in the forest, and floods raged across the fields.

The crowd, those survivors who have not completely lost their sanity or merged with other people or animals and plants, are scurrying about in these fragmented lands like ants in despair, unwilling to believe that the end is coming, there is nowhere to go escape.The desire to survive becomes extremely strong in the face of death and nothingness, and the subconscious mind already knows that there is no hope, but it still has to continue to struggle.

This may be the fate of each of them. They know that they will die and be destroyed, but they still want to deceive themselves.

The Prophet is on the ruins of the pyramid, wrapped in the dark entropy rolled up by the lower formation, like the pupil of a huge eyeball.Countless tentacles scattered from his body, just like the countless muscle lines in the iris of his eyes.His robe was corroded and ragged, and long strips of cloth fluttered in the air like banners, like a king in yellow in black.

And Chu Yi walked towards the magic circle.

"Don't go!!!" Zhao Censhang's legs had been corroded and he could no longer stand.He tried to sneak attack the prophet with the old seal dagger he got from the prophet's base camp just now when the two Chu Yang were restraining the prophet. Grabbing both feet, the flesh was quickly corroded.He saw the figure of the devourer Chu Yang being swallowed by a cloud of black air, and only heard a mournful cry, while Chu Yi's eyes were blank, as if he had been bewitched, he grabbed his cello and walked towards the prophet.

"Wake up! Chu Yi!!" Zhao Censhang shouted hoarsely.

But Chu Yi paused, and looked at him expressionlessly, "I'm not Chu Yi, I'm Chu Yang."

The Prophet descended slowly, with an almost warm smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to Chu Yi.

But at this time, the surrounding space was suddenly torn apart, and thousands of tentacles similar to the Prophet crowded in from the gaps in the broken reality, each tentacle was wrapped in a dazzling and gorgeous non-stop flow of splendor, It quickly spread in all directions, pinching the prophet's tentacles one by one.Immediately in front of the prophet, the huge thousand-layered petals in reality opened up in the air, and countless vines bloomed with enchanting flowers, but the light of stars flowed on the petals.Immediately afterwards, Roiger seemed to be slowly growing out of a flower heart, and stretched out his purple-red tentacles that seemed to be burning layer by layer. It was unprecedentedly huge, almost like a planet floating above the earth, and the tentacles were open in the middle. A huge compound eye has been dormant for tens of millions of years, and those compound eyes light up one by one, like the awakened stars in the deepest universe.

The king of the filthy twins is indeed in the body of the strongest Chu Yang.

Behind Zal's thousands of petals, Chu Yang's eyes were closed, and his body was hovering like a puppet.His consciousness has merged with the Twin King, every small eyeball on the huge compound eyes is his eye, and every stretching vine is his body.His human body has become one of his organs, which can still be controlled by him, but it is no longer the body of his perception.

Lin Qi appeared behind Chu Yang. His body was covered by countless tentacles, and he could only see his head and his eyes burning with anger.

Chu Yang's vines quickly spread across the ground, and the space could no longer restrict him.Those vines that diffused the power of a powerful god began to push away the other two realities pulled by the prophet, trying to fix the floating continental plates again.But Lynch firmly grasped the Prophet, and the two evenly matched demigod powers devoured and corroded each other, making it hard to tell the winner.

Disappointment appeared on the face of the Prophet, looking at Chu Yang, "It was my mistake not to kill you Lynch. Only when he dies will you wake up."

Nyarlathotep once asked him to kill this Lynch, but he relented.

He thought that he could use this weaker self to contain and control Chu Yang, and thought that even if this Lin Qi died, he couldn't die by his own hands, otherwise Chu Yang would hate him, and how could he cooperate with him.

But now it seems that Lynch should not be allowed to live.

It's so close, it's so close to his goal all the time.He doesn't allow anyone to stop him.It doesn't matter if the strongest Chu Yang doesn't cooperate with him, and if the devourer Chu Yang he has been guiding betrays him, it doesn't matter.He also has a Chu Yang, a Chu Yang who has nothing but one goal like him.

Lynch stared at another self, one he couldn't imagine himself becoming.The more he looked at it, the more terrifying he felt. It turned out that he really did these terrible things, destroying worlds one after another, and crushing innocent lives one after another.While feeling horrified, he felt strangely that he could understand it, and this understanding made him even more horrified.

Is this the true fate arranged for them by the entropy gods they believe in, the great Yugosothos...

"There can only be one Lynch left." The Prophet looked at himself sadly, "There can only be one Chu Yang left."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Chu Yi beside him.

Chu Yi sat on the chair woven from her vines and raised her bow.On the other side, Chu Yang raised his hand with his eyes closed.As if holding a non-existent cello, the other hand is also raised, holding an invisible bow.He no longer needs a physical piano, and his observation ability can directly confirm the most powerful musical instrument in the world.

The two Chu Yang pulled the musical instruments in their arms at the same time.

What Chu Yila played was a piece of music that was being formed in his mind. It was composed after his spirit accepted the invasion of the Prophet, and after the memories of the three worlds flooded into his mind at the moment reality merged. song of the past.Tragic and gorgeous, dirty and holy, confront each other at the jump of each note, and form a higher level of harmony.He is using his own music to cut, destroy, and erase all the past, so that all mistakes, regrets, darkness, and pain will be wiped out in this music.

And Chu Yang's piece didn't even sound like a cello at first glance.And like the sound of the wind, countless different air flows vibrated and gathered together to form a strange sound.That sound is ancient, empty, great, crazy, the rhythm born from disorder, the demon flower blooming from death.It was the music the king in his tattered yellow robes had been waiting for, a chant from the temple of Azathoth.There is no trace of Chu Yang's personal trace in this music, as if it originally existed in this universe, it has no attributes, it can be ruthless or sentimental, it can be evil or sacred.

Judging from the sound of the piano alone, Chu Yi was obviously not Chu Yang's opponent. After all, Chu Yang's life had even been occupied by the Necronomicon, and he had fallen into an irreversible chaos.The reason why he was still able to maintain his position in the end was because the person behind him was holding the last thread in his mind, like the hand of a kite, preventing him from flying into the eternal darkness.

In these two pieces of music, the Prophet and Lynch face each other, taking a deep breath and singing loudly at the same time.