Creation: I Am Azathoth

The Wild Continent, the Kingdom of West.

A strange castle that exists in the countryside on the border of the wilderness, high on the cliff, and built entirely of black stones.

There are often some mysterious people wearing hoods and black robes coming in and out of here.

Under their black robes, the vaguely revealing luxurious clothes showed that all of these people were nobles with affluent lives.

Commoners who have no food to eat and houses without shelter from the wind cannot integrate into the circle of nobles, so naturally they will only be in awe of the weird whispers in the dark night.

And the castle...or call it inside the church.

Under the afterglow of dusk that covered the sky, dozens of believers with hoods gathered here.

Around them stand pillars in relief.

The brazier on the pillar was burning with flames, and from time to time ~ a spark exploded.

The lumpy fat inside is made from unknown biological oil.

Under the dim light of the fire, the figure of the man in the hooded black robe was infinitely elongated, and reflected on the wall, it looked extremely strange.

At this time, a black-robed priest with a twisted mask and a strange picture printed on his chest stepped onto the altar.

He organized the believers to pray devoutly.

"Trunimbula!"

"Tulzcha!"

"Al Dagos!"

The sound of their prayers does not belong to the language of this continent at all.

Even they themselves don't know what it means.

This is the most repetitive syllable excerpted from the obscure whispers of the three gods of mystery by a certain pioneer chasing and encountering them.

After several years of filling and changing, this kind of whisper has a faint taste of the original voice coming out of the darkness under the prayers of a group of people.

If civilians see this scene, they will definitely be scared out of their wits.

However, under the distorted masks of these nobles, there are extremely fanatical faces.

"Trunimbula!"

The priest on the altar suddenly opened his hands and uttered such a syllable.

Hearing this, the silently praying believers below all raised their heads, opened their arms and repeated the same syllable.

Their common eyes were not on the priest, but on the altar.

There was a twisting and wriggling lump of flesh the size of a basketball.

This strange piece of meat has been active all year round, but it is not any substance known to the orcs.

I heard that this is a divine gift obtained by a certain pioneer on the way to chase the God of Mystery.

"Trunimbula!"

"Trunimbula!"

The frenzied sound drowned out the evening wind blowing outside.

Behind the priest, two aged guards offered a lot of sacrifices.

There are treasures that orcs regard as treasures.

There is a poison that seals the throat with blood.

There are weird corpses...

The priest stepped forward, took out a silver dagger, and cut his palm.

Blood dripped down, and a flower of blood bloomed on the sacrifice.

"Tulzcha! Turzcha!"

The fanatical voices of the believers repeated obscure syllables over and over again.

hula la one

Suddenly, a black wind blew outside the window.

The black wind is like a blade, and it hits the black wall under the gust of wind, densely like rain.

However, believers who perceive this situation have no fear, but become more fanatical.

Jie

A dark shadow invaded the church.

Only some people who have seen this kind of thing will see a little bit of the appearance of this kind of thing under the "mysterious pollution".

But in the eyes of the believers who saw the god descending for the first time, this is a constantly changing black shadow.

In the eyes of the priest, he saw not only the shadow in the corner of the church.

The priest even vaguely saw the indescribable, towering God of Mystery through the roof.

Its main body is made of stacked sarcoma, and its lower body has six pairs of tentacles of different lengths and shapes.

Seeing this scene, the priest quickly raised his hand to prevent the believers from moving rashly, and continued to pray fervently.

After all, the probability of success in calling the gods is extremely low.

Even with the bonus of God-given items, the probability is only about 2%.

This is an extremely rare situation.

The priest raised his hands wildly, and said:

"The great horror!"

"God of the mysteries of fear and the unknown!"

"Thank you for coming!"

"Thank you for your gift, you have given your pious servants the honor to look directly at you!"

"Please accept our sacrifices [and give us such a wonderful ghost festival!"

God of Mystery: "!@#$$$%...."

The black shadow flashed away from above the sacrifice.

The sacrifice disappeared.

The black shadow gradually faded amidst the frantic prayers.

No one knows, the obscure words of the God of Mystery just complained:

[This group of bugs is so noisy, they always send these useless garbage. Make more noise --- eat them all next time?]

0 looking for flowers......

After dissipating into the sky, the God of Mystery crushed the garbage and threw it into an unknown place in the world.

The God of Mystery walks in a dimension that mortals cannot directly see, and slowly leaves.

The pious believers below were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and even wept with joy.

They bowed devoutly and burst into tears.

"The gods answered us!"

"God has gifted us!"

"He has accepted our sacrifice!"

"Thank you for the gift from the gods!"

"We will always be your devout servants!"

The god of mystery, the god of mystery and horror, left the church.

Orcs are never taken seriously by them.

However, this did not affect the orcs calling the gods again and again, wanting to spy on the whole picture of the gods.

..........0

When the gods take what they call offerings and throw them away.

The orcs thought that the gods had accepted their sacrifices and answered their call.

What the orcs see as "divine syllables" are nothing but the whispered complaints of the mystical gods.

However, this cannot stop them from praying humblely and devoutly to their gods day after day, year after year.

Everything they do.

Including those peculiar costumes that conform to the "god's aesthetics", grand ceremonies, treasures collected with all your heart, and churches forged.

Including that small piece of meat that is considered a gift from God.

All of this is meaningless to the three gods of mystery.

No one cares about the lives of bugs.

Even if it is a brief gaze, it is just a moment of curiosity.

After withdrawing his gaze, he didn't take it to heart again.

The so-called god-given flesh and blood is actually the epidermis that the God of Mystery sheds when he grows up.

Just like the shed shells of insects and the dander of human beings, they are meaningless to the body.

However, when the orcs picked up these, they would be very excited and announce to the world, saying that they had been rewarded by the gods.

Then worship the so-called reward day and night.

The three gods of mystery were puzzled, why do the bugs worship a pile of rubbish?

How humble and ridiculous.

The reason why the God of Mystery occasionally responds to his call is entirely out of curiosity.

It's like you are walking in the yard and suddenly find a group of ants gathered together, bowing down to their own trimmed nail shells.

You will also come to look at it out of curiosity, which is very interesting.

That's all. .