Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 419 Qiu Mi! (Help)

"Is that all you have?"

"Hahaha, you're so stupid! Just as stupid as when I killed you thousands of years ago!"

Upon seeing the silver cross pendant, several giant dragons on the island suddenly let out teasing roars, and regardless of the disgusting monsters that were approaching and occupying the outskirts of the island, they stood up and mocked loudly, allowing the abominable monsters that symbolized depravity and desire to eat their eyes, tongues, internal organs, and flesh.

"Oh, I know you hinted at that useless witch, but how do you know that this isn't my bait?"

As the vast and layered sounds coming from all directions and from the depths of the soul fell, the sky of the entire collective subconscious sea pressed down again, and a huge black sun emerged out of thin air, oppressing the entire subconscious sea, twisting and shattering it, like the waves on the ocean blown away by the wind.

The fragmented light seemed to be attracted by the sun burning with black flames, and turned into thousands of golden "galaxies", which kept rotating and approaching the dark sun.

At this moment, the vast and extremely real ocean of collective subconsciousness disappeared, leaving only an exposed island of the mind floating in the strange space where darkness and crimson intertwined.

It was as if He had never entered the ocean of collective subconsciousness.

"Do not!!!"

The spiritual island fell into the abyss without any preparation. The complex pollution and crazy will instantly submerged it, and all the exposed islands were dyed crimson.

The dragon's head exploded as it tried its best to maintain its condition, and poisonous snakes spurted out from the twisted centipede-like gap.

He let out a mad, soul-shaking roar, sometimes he cried loudly, sometimes he laughed loudly, sometimes he was cold and silent, and sometimes he was cruel and violent.

The giant dragon, with hairy, fleshy tentacles under its scales, flapped its wings continuously and charged left and right with its strong body, trying to use this method to ease the pain and regain its sanity.

"Give it up, and become the new God with me, ruling the stars and ruling all nations!"

Despair, gloom, and the desire to sink once again rose in the heart of the "Ancient Sun God". He had experienced this feeling before.

That was the moment when Chernobyl ran out of ammunition and food and fell into the cracks in the ground.

Faced with such an existence, it is really impossible to resist.

Give up. It will be easier this way. There will be others to deal with the end of the world.
"No!!! I want to become a god, I want revenge!!!"

Once again, he relied on the virtual "obsession" to find his way through the confusion in his heart. Although He, who was only divine, lacked too much human emotion in this regard, this did not prevent Him from using it to fight erosion and pollution.

The dragon, who had become a little more sober and no longer dominated by madness and cruelty, suddenly thought of something. He once again separated out a virtual personality, and his eyes became cold again, without a trace of emotion.

"As for you, since you have borrowed his power, you will definitely bear the corresponding consequences."

"It's not just the Outer Gods who are stopping you. Angerwede is also stopping you. In essence, you are not resurrected. You are just a stitched-together monster of the mind. If you want to wake up perfectly without being affected in any way, you can only wake up again in my body."

"Otherwise, you will have a fatal weakness and will be easily defeated by Him!"

The "Angel of Fantasy" analyzed calmly, looked up at the sun burning with black flames and surrounded by golden stars, and pointed out the truth that "Origin" had been covering up all along in a declarative tone.

"Oh, are they worthy enough?!"

"It would be easier if you cooperate, but if you resist you won't make much of a splash. This is the fundamental difference between you and me, and it is also your ultimate fate."

As if to prove what he said that there was no water, this strange deep red and black space suddenly shook, and the black sun in the sky also changed its position. Layers of fog were blown away by a stream of air, revealing something hidden at the bottom of the abyss.

I saw a huge object that was beyond the width of my vision hanging horizontally in the sky, and the dark sun surrounded by starlight also revealed its true appearance. It suddenly disappeared and reappeared, falling directly from the sky. It turned out to be a pupil covered with sticky desire and burning with black flames.

"Behold, you have become the apple of my eye!"

“Fuck!?” “Impact, impact, impact!!!”

"Fatty, please shut him up, I beg you!"

"Fuck, Sothoth, tell Him to shut up!"

"You two, die together!!!"

At the end of the song, Leodero's passionate performance won the applause of everyone in the audience.

Life is not easy, tyrants have to perform to make a living. Three minutes ago, he had the nerve to say "no" to the bully, and took out his best singing voice, waving lightning, wind and rain, to sing for the emancipated serfs.

But the result is obvious: the song can be sung, but there is no way of making a comeback.

"Not bad, really good, awesome! Awesome!"

Ron suppressed his twitching face, gasped continuously, forced a smile, and gave a thumbs up to the confused Leodero.

While disgusting yourself, you can also disgust others. If the enemy loses a thousand, you will lose a thousand too. It can be considered a fair and just good deal.

Compared to the old Tianzun who liked to play house with himself, and the original creator who had never had his ears bowed and had his own choir, Ron Sothoth's tolerance was undoubtedly much higher.

This person can't be sick.
Leodero, who looks dignified and probably in his 40s, couldn't help but take a step back to avoid the other party's weird aesthetic being transmitted to him in an indescribable way.

He was too embarrassed to sing this song during the Fourth Age because he knew that he sang it badly.

Frankly speaking, the only person who applauded after listening to it since the Third Age was Ron.

"Very good, keep it up, and remember to do it every day when you chant my name!"

“I’m happy to listen and I’m happy to share!”

The blond boy staggered to his feet, took two staggering steps forward on his short legs, and finally steadied himself in time.

"call……"

Exhaling a depressed breath, Ron walked out of the kingdom of storms and lightning with mixed feelings. He identified the direction and confirmed that it was the location of the "God of Steam and Machinery".

Ron has professionally analyzed the order of "training".

Apart from some unlucky guys who cut in line and got themselves here, the rest all depend on the size of the threat they pose.

In any case, the silly "Steam Princess" was ranked last for training by Ron for various reasons.

I don’t know whether this is luck or misfortune.

"Well... you can focus on the key points and whip them hard with a small whip. This is what stupid people should do. After being trained, they will remember and will not be blinded by the immediate benefits..."

The young man pondered for a moment, and suddenly there was a strong vibration in his pocket. Ron stretched out his hand, fumbled inside, and took out a silver-white cross pendant.

He sank into his consciousness to see who was calling him so harassingly late at night.

Assassin: [Help! ]

This is a message from the Witch of Dust.

(End of this chapter)