They all call me the Outer God

Just like Ria thought before, he alone is no match for these angels. He can hit thirteen of them and severely injure them to this point. It is not too shameful to say it.

However, they can't kill him yet.

[Everyone, thank you for practicing with me, but now the conditions for the sacrifice have been met, and this farce should end]

"What are you talking about? What are the conditions for the sacrifice?"

[Hehehe... Let’s start with what I’m best at]

The gray-black creature made a hoarse sound, and then, a pale mask appeared on its surface.

His voice echoed slowly.

[The supreme soul whispering in the depths of chaos]

【The uninhibited wanderer who wanders around the world to witness the faceless crowd】

[Rebuild the bliss of nothingness, give the dark truth to the joy of sinking, and incarnate wishes]

[We sing the praises of desire and offer flesh and blood as gifts]

【Praise without face】

Praise without face——

This prayer does not point to Leah herself, but to the incarnation of Nyarlathotep, the true faceless god, who has never been seen in reality.

This is Barkley, the place closest to Him. Leah has His mask in his hands, and there are enough abundant sacrifices around him, and the ceremony he dedicated to Him is this absurd, primitive and crazy bloody battle.

As for the sacrifices, the so-called sacrifices are not the angels, but Ria itself, who is in the state of a mythical creature at this time.

[I am calling your name here and praying for your attention]

As Riya's voice continued to echo in this space, the pale mask gradually fit his body.

During this period, some angels sensed something was wrong and tried their best to destroy the mask. However, even if Riya's body was riddled with holes, the white mask remained intact.

[In the name of Hephaestus]

Leah has abandoned that false prayer, and now reciting this prayer will only point to the most real results.

In an instant, the broken flesh and tentacles gathered crazily towards the bottom of the mask. In front of the thirteen angels, the white mask was dyed black, and a huge silhouette with a lion body and no face emerged behind it.

He gently moved his front paws, and those frightened angels returned to the surface of the stone tablet in an instant.

Riya also took this opportunity to wave her tentacles, creating a crack in the air and throwing all the stone tablets into the dreamland.

In a short time, this group of angels will not be able to cause any obstacles.

[Go to the throne, where some of His remains are hidden... You will get the answer you want]

The faceless god guided Riya, and Riya returned to human form, but the mask on her face still couldn't be taken off.

Since he couldn't pull it off, he simply stopped wasting his energy and turned around and left the basement.

…

On the throne, Tabalf circled the scepter in his arm and stared thoughtfully at the disappearing portraits on the surrounding walls.

Then, he saw the giant who had left return again, with a pure black mask on his face. At first glance, it seemed as if there was nothing behind the hood.

"I see, can't those gods do anything to you?"

Tabalf's sitting posture gradually became more upright, and the soft sound of sand flowing gradually appeared in the gaps in the surrounding walls, and golden scarabs crawled out one after another.

"As early as when you mentioned the name of Wandering Chaos, I guessed the connection between you and Him. If you know something about the history of the royal family, you should also know how much we fear and hate Him. Everything about Him is Taboo.”

"Including the chair you're sitting on? Sand King."

Riya walked forward, and the scarabs from all directions surrounded him like a tide. But when they gathered to a certain range, they seemed to have smelled the most terrifying thing in the world and refused to take another step forward.

"I know you have ways to stop me and delay it, but fate cannot be changed. Just hand over the throne."

"You are not qualified."

Talbaf's pupils shone slightly, and he seemed a little surprised to hear the title "Sand King".

He raised his hand, and the entire palace ground was instantly submerged in yellow sand, filled with huge suction and violently trying to drag Riya into it and bury her.

"Things that need to pass away don't have to come back, and those that have been sleeping don't have to wake up again. We once spent a painful price to tear the tyrant off the throne, but now it's impossible for him to touch it again."

"It's impossible for anyone, especially you - Hephaestus, you, and only you... must die!"

Tabalf finally read the name to Riya, and it seemed that what he discovered was far more than Riya had imagined.

"Destruction...completely..."

【#￥■▲%! 】

The Sand King stood up, waved his scepter, and began to recite those obscure incantations.

However, the next second, Riya's figure disappeared from the place and appeared behind Tabalf in an instant.

He was back to back with the monarch, and the tall figure that still looked like a giant slowly leaned down and touched the Pharaoh's throne.

It was also at this moment that a large number of tentacles suddenly sprang out from behind Riya and swallowed up Tabalf.

"Let's make a deal, Sand King."

The hoarse sound penetrated Tabalf's eardrums.

"I want to borrow this country's time for a minute, and the price is that I won't kill you for the time being."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. Then, we'll see you in a minute—"

Before the other party could answer, Riya chuckled shamelessly and sent the person to the dreamland in an instant.

Ever since Atracnacus was imprisoned in the Red Moon by Messis and had her power stolen, and Red Moon's own power belonged to Leia itself, it has become much easier to enter and exit the dreamland than before.

He has the ability to send his targets into the Dreamland when they are unaware.

If the person who is sent away does not understand the spatial ability, it will be difficult to come back. But at the same time, this transmission also has a huge flaw, and that is the magician.

The meme of magicians is generally good at space magic. High-level magicians, especially angel-level magicians, can always get out of trouble faster, so Riya's actions are just to delay as much time as possible.

Of course, there is still a key reason why Tabalf was successfully plotted by himself——

The preswing of his spellcasting chant is too long. It is expected that this monarch is more suitable for a supporting role in the war rather than a frontline personnel.

The moment Tabalf XV disappeared, the yellow sand and scarabs suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Riya also felt that there seemed to be something abnormal about the throne in front of her.

His fingers were heating up, and when Riya tried to cut open the throne to find the items hidden inside, a figure sitting on it suddenly appeared on the golden throne.

The figure's body and face were blurry, but it seemed to be aware of the person in front of it and raised its head to look at Riya.

For no reason, Ria felt that it should be pleasant at this time, even too much.

"I hear your voice, my friend, are you calling me?"

Riya looked at it and quickly realized that it was a projection from history, but it was obviously unrealistic that the shadow of the past could communicate with him now.

However, in the face of absolute power, everything is possible.

"It's been a long time since we last saw each other, but we actually met again so soon."

The phantom in front of him spread his fingers and grabbed Riya's wrist. Under the absolute restraint, Riya found that all his disguises had disappeared at the same time as he was caught.

He returned to his original human form.

At this time, the figure stretched out another hand to touch the edge of his face, hooked his fingers lightly, and effortlessly took off the mask of the faceless god from it.

During this process, Riya's body was unable to move, and even her thoughts were becoming stagnant.

"I miss you very much." The shadow suddenly said something inexplicable, and Riya heard from it that it was trying its best to suppress its crazy desire.

"I'm going crazy thinking about you!"

The illusory figure pulled Riya and led him in his direction: "When you are not around, no matter how short a time it is, it is torture for me. Only your own existence can bring me the greatest joy!"

"So come and stay with me a little longer, my friend, ■■■■, as we have done in the past, and look, we have a full minute this time!"

"Do you know what a minute means?"

It muttered to itself.

"In this minute, you are awake, and this time belongs to [us] completely. As the price of this transaction, I will give you everything you want."

Riya could not understand the meaning of the figure's words, and could not speak at this time. He could only watch as he and the figure got closer and closer, and the figure suddenly turned into a beam of light and merged into Riya's body, and Riya also Like a puppet who had lost his mind, he turned around and sat on the golden throne, lowering his head.

Now, within a minute, he was the absolute lone king on the golden throne.

…

Time seems to be going backwards and forwards.

One minute went from one to zero, and finally there was a negative sign in front, and subsequent numbers were constantly adding up.

One minute, zero minute, minus one minute, minus two minutes, minus three minutes...minus 2.628 million minutes...

The willfulness of changing the time at will does not seem to be consistent with the "one minute" originally stated by the promisee.

In that era when people were still using simple and crude cold weapons, a unique "Creator" cast his eyes on this place.

Original sin, virtue, body, high and low, what do you need to do to be a human being?

The "Creator" was hiding in the heights of nothingness, supporting his head with his tentacles, thinking about what humanity and divinity were, but soon he discovered that all the people he had seen died suddenly in an instant.

Riya also saw this scene, and he suddenly came back to his senses: "Am I the 'Creator' now?"

【Card! The actors don’t need to speak, they just need to follow the script. Let’s do it again]

The narration sounded in the young man's mind. To be precise, it was the voice of the figure before.

If Riya's guess is correct, this projection must contain the will of the chaos itself, and even the moment Riya comes into contact with it, part of his will is truly awakened by this. .

The narrator continued to explain what happened next, and Riya passively followed the "performance" and recalled the past events.

It's just that wherever you look, the scenes and characters are all in black and white. They seem to be performing a mime, except that the lively narration is indeed a bit dramatic.

They created a black square screen in Riya's mind, and then output white subtitles. The subtitles were in at least thirty-eight languages ​​-

The "Creator" was not willing to give in. He resurrected those people and then asked his kindred spirits whether he could also have human nature, but the answer he received was negative.

God cannot possess human nature, but He yearns for humans, for chaotic and interesting diverse emotions, instead of being like a machine that performs its own rules all day long.

"It's so boring, it's so boring, I want to make the world interesting."

He said.

"If you are really free, why not come and participate in the calculation and programming of the rules with me, Naia." Yog-Sothoth invited him.

"No, it's boring."

"Then, come and have a baby with me, Naiya." Shub Nicholas invited Him, "This is the most interesting thing I can think of.

"Can you write this?"

Nyarlathotep became extremely irritable, and from time to time he cast his sights on planets with life.

Especially for newborn humans, He cares for them almost like a toy. Even his own sight has been treated as "non-harmful" and no longer so lethal.

"Humanity is at war again...the side I support wins."

"They started having festivals. Who came up with all this mess of festivals."

"Haha, someone fell down, that's so funny!"

Nyarlathotep always entertained himself alone. He created many incarnations for himself, and these incarnations were given their own consciousness by him to prevent him from being too boring.

The farce between humans is also treated as a game.

Finally one day, He personally participated in the game.

The first is to create a human clone, manipulate the character to lead your own camp to defeat the enemy camp, become the leader of the people, and gain their followers.

Then I felt that it was too ridiculous for them to bicker over trivial things all day long.

"It's still too boring and not interesting enough. How do you write a follow-up in the script?"

The first king took out a piece of papyrus, looked at it casually, and found that it was blank. Then he remembered that he had no habit of writing such things.

"Then write... In order to make the world no longer boring, I created countless clones to join the crowd. After all, I can't have only one interesting character like me."

God said, be joyful, be interesting, be chaotic, don’t be dull, be conflicted—let’s bring out the beauty of human nature to the extreme!

Then, the inhabitants of darkness appeared.

They mingled among the crowd, distorted their reason, provoked their contradictions and disputes, and induced people to pray to the monarch for outward aggression, and then established a larger and more perfect kingdom.

"Is this enough?"

The monarch stood on a supreme height overlooking the yellow sand country, and those dark residents shuttled among the crowd pretending to be normal people, shouting that it was not enough, not enough.

"You have been on the throne for too long. It's time to pass the throne to someone else. Why can you be the only one who can oppress others every day? Why can't we become the new king?" (End of Chapter)