Haunted Places Live

As soon as Chu Yang played the piano, Prophet Lynch smiled knowingly.

It seems that no matter which Chu Yang it is, he can understand him after all.

So he raised his head, facing Xu Shen who was approaching from all directions, and let all the entropy in his body be released.Long memories, dark, bright, illusory, and real, condensed in his abdominal cavity and erupted upwards.As strong entropy as his father's was bursting out from his body that was gradually changing and losing its human form with countless tentacles, his singing was slow and quiet, carrying the black wind spreading layer by layer like a tide.

It was originally a simple ballad, sung in a way of singing, with deep and long-lasting inflections, without lyrics, and not very complicated or gorgeous. At first glance, it didn't even sound offensive, and even a little too human.

However, it is such a simple ballad, a ballad that tells endless sorrow and affection, the vibration caused by it has a strange influence on Xu Shen.The black spots that spread on their bodies began to increase rapidly, and the area expanded dramatically.This caused the prologue gods to let out an angry and uneasy roar, which shook every crumbling reality, everything began to become unstable, and entered a state of speciousness.

Lynch's face is also rapidly entropic, losing his last appearance as a human being, but the singing voice is still bursting out from every cell in his body that is constantly transforming and rising.In the uninterrupted music of Chu Yang, filled with the pain, loss, guilt, and regret of countless lives in countless realities, and in the memories of the two of them in every reality, the prophet Lynch bloomed as the entropy god .The magnificent and beautiful darkness, the rich and empty darkness, the dirtiest and purest darkness, breaks down the barriers between all realities.Without any process, that darkness fills every gap between realities, infecting all realities that touch it.The prologue gods roared, spreading their pure white limbs like wings, and pressing down on the newly born entropy god from every direction.But the singing and the piano gave the black mist endless power, and all the gods who tried to swallow the darkness were infected by the darkness instead.

Yad Sadag, who embraced all reality, struggled in panic in the sudden darkness, and uttered a long mournful cry.

"Nyog'Sothep! Nyog'Sothep! Nyog'Sothep!" Yad Sadag's consciousness resounded through every universe.

It eagerly warns all the Prologues of its miscalculation, its twin's true weapon.

Neog.Soheep, the Nameless Mist, descendant of Yogg Sothoth.The name of this newly born entropy god has long been recorded in the empty and huge body of Azathoth, but no entropy god or sequence god has seen it, and it has never participated in the war between sequence god and entropy god.So they gradually forget about it, thinking it's just a mispronounced name that doesn't make any sense.This name has never passed into any civilization or reality, and no consciousness has ever known its meaning.

But Yog-Sothoth, the all-knowing and all-powerful god, knew that it was his ultimate weapon, a descendant more powerful than his son Othar.Creeping Chaos will guide his way, and the King in Yellow's musicians will spread his great dark wings.When it is born in the music of angels, it will devour its father, devour everything it touches, severely injure the preface gods, and end their rule.

Destruction is the sole purpose of its existence.

Yad Sadag knew that when the Brain Ogsoheep appeared, they had already lost.Its huge but great body trembled, listening to the horrified and painful screams of the prologue gods, it cried, feeling the power that was rapidly flowing from its body.Its grip on the vast and boundless core of the universe gradually loosened, and countless realities disappeared and collapsed like an explosion.

In the face of the doomsday, the Yisi people who had already calculated today gave up resistance and knelt on the ground waiting for the big collapse.

The light of the prologue gods is rapidly dimming, and their fear intensifies their decline.And Niog.Soheep was also constantly being swallowed and bitten by the Sequence Gods, and was being eroded by the Sequence Force that gradually made his body fall apart.But he never stopped, he kept singing, and the sound of the piano never stopped, accompanying him to fight, the devourer, destroying, and fulfilling their final destiny.

Over and over again, the softest human music is the last thing some of the weaker and smaller prologues hear.And the more powerful Preface Gods are gradually exhausted, shrinking back in fear.Yad Sadag still clung to the last thread of Azathoth's control, refusing to accept his defeat.

Neogsoheep felt that his body had become very thin, and he knew that he didn't have much time left.

He needs to burn himself.

Then, the singing suddenly stopped.Chu Yang opened his eyes, and in the gentle darkness that surrounded him, he heard Lynch's voice.

He couldn't even be sure which Lynch was talking to him, and he didn't know which Chu Yang that Lynch was talking to.

Perhaps, it was every Lynch saying goodbye to every Chu Yang.

"do not forget me."

Then everything was quiet.

Absolute silence, as if suddenly everything that existed, whether visible, touchable, audible, smellable, or knowable, was erased by light and beautiful darkness.

Chu Yang stretched out his hand, but touched the darkness.Nothing, complete nothingness.

He found himself suspended in this endless nothingness, as if among all the non-existences, the only existence.

With a long sigh, he stretched his body.His vines can extend to endless places, because there are no real boundaries to limit him anymore.

He felt he touched something, something huge, incomprehensible, great and eternal.

He felt himself being drawn toward it, absorbed into it.Warm and moist things crowded in from all directions, enveloping him, turning him into a part of himself.At the last moment, he was still an individual, but now, his body seemed to spread out, and his consciousness entered a broader existence.

He became every Chu Yang, or every Chu Yang became him.In the arms of Azathoth, all possibilities become one.He has experienced every part of life, from ignorance to strength, from happiness to pain, from possession to loss.Every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

Memory, emotion and sanity are so fused together that they can never be separated again.

He stretched his enormous body, feeling a kind of confinement.So with all his strength, he completely tore up the imprisonment.Without any ears to listen, there is no sound, only strong vibrations, crazy vibrations.Then the confinement shattered, and its huge body erupted, stretching in every direction.

His consciousness became extremely broad, but gradually diluted.Through countless eyes that are constantly forming and dissolving, he sees thousands of gods emerging from the darkness.

Yogsothoth the all-knowing and omnipotent, Shabu Nicholas the mother of the gods, Nyarlathotep the crouching chaos, Hastur the king in yellow, Cthulhu the lord of R'lyeh, and Cthugya the lord of fire .Behind them, there are endless gods, huge and ugly shapes, deformed and sticky swollen bubbles, evil and greedy tentacles... They surged from all directions, dancing in front of him like carnival.The chaotic and crazy drums resounded from every corner of the universe, celebrating the coming of freedom.

He was in a state of growing distress.After all, Azathoth is too huge, any consciousness in its body will eventually return to nothingness.He raised his exhausted eyes, but saw the tall body of the king in yellow standing in front of him.The tattered yellow clothes were floating like banners, and on the face like a mask, two hollow holes stared at him.

And behind it, Yugosothoth, thirteen huge spheres shone with chaotic and beautiful light that humans could not imagine.

He realized that if there was ever a definitive reality to be determined, it was now.At the last moment when his consciousness was about to sink into the body of the eternal Azathoth. "Don't be afraid." Who is comforting him?

"What was there will always be." Who told him that?

"Brother Chu." Who is calling him?

"Don't forget me." Who is begging him?

He tried his best to grasp his last consciousness and everything that Chu Yang had experienced.

He wants all possibilities: all free, without divine intervention, without the possibility of multiple observers.

He wants everything to start from the very beginning, he wants countless universes and countless kinds of lives.

He wants all the past, present and future.

He wants a chance for all that have passed and those that are yet to be born.

But he doesn't want himself.

"As you wish." He heard the hymn of the gods before his consciousness slipped into the depths of Azathoth.