I became the Great Old One

"A large-scale plague in the army?"

After hearing Quetzalcoatl's description, Ergani fell into thought, "The Dragonborn have been blessed by our father, and their physical fitness has surpassed the ordinary. The plague that can infect these strong Dragonborn warriors on a large scale cannot come from nature."

"The enemy is coming fiercely."

Ergani frowned and sighed in distress.

Even before the war began, Ergani had already anticipated that the direction of the war would be affected by the outside world.

These influences may come from the ancient gods born in the galaxy where the golden world tree is located, or from the more mysterious Old Ones, but when such influences really come to the battlefield.

The various mysterious powers displayed by the Old Ones.

Ergani still has to deal with it carefully.

"Huh?"

During the conversation, Ergani seemed to have discovered something extraordinary. She suddenly looked into the depths of the subspace, and a dark yellow light appeared in the crimson chaotic sky.

"It's the soul of a mortal after death." Quetzalcoatl followed Ergani's gaze and found the origin of the firefly-like light.

"But it's different from that of an ordinary dragonborn."

Quetzalcoatl added.

The light of the soul of a normal dragonborn after death is golden, but the light of this soul is not only much dimmer but also turbid, looking like it has been polluted.

Quetzalcoatl reached deep into one of its toes and turned its spirituality into a thin thread, wrapping it around the weak soul.

Under the guidance of spirituality, the soul flew towards the palm of Quetzalcoatl.

Finally, it fell under the gaze of the two gods.

"The name of this mortal is Aeneas. I have some impression of him. He is a very brave warrior. In the end, he was infected with the plague. Has he died of the plague now?"

Quetzalcoatl said with some regret.

Even though the connection between the subspace and the physical universe has become much closer over the past thousand years.

But the power and soul strength of the dragonborn have generally declined a lot after the Ice Age.

To this day, only extremely powerful warriors can send their souls into the warp after death. Each of these people is a strong man selected from thousands of people.

"The plague not only destroyed his body, but also infected his soul."

Ergani said.

The goddess looked at Aeneas in front of her with a rare shock in her tone.

Aeneas in the soul state, the lower body is a little illusory, while the upper body is still the shape of his life. However, compared with ordinary dragonborn, Aeneas at this time is covered with rotten pus, and dark yellow worms in the spirit state drill in and out of the exposed sores, and his body has also undergone terrible mutations.

Some hideous tentacles extend from Aeneas's chin, chest, and elbows.

It looks extremely evil.

"Is he harvesting believers from the earth in this way?" Quetzalcoatl said in a deep voice: "Those dragon descendants are the wealth left by my father. What he hates most is that this land is arbitrarily defiled by foreign evil gods. Although my father is not here now, we also have the responsibility to protect the believers living here."

"You are right."

Ergani nodded. Through the power of wisdom, the goddess has obtained some information about this god.

However, after the lesson of provoking Mordiggian last time.

At this time, Ergani was much more concealed when using his power. The god did not realize that his existence was being spied on by outsiders. Of course, the information the goddess got from it was also very limited.

However, this is enough.

"Hasta, the Yellow King." Ergani said, "He comes from an ancient galaxy called Carcosa in outer space. He has the power to control wind and plague. He is an ancient and powerful Old One."

"He looks difficult to deal with, but I'd better go meet him in person."

Quetzalcoatl pointed to the severely alienated dragon soul in front of him and said, "With its help, I should be able to find the trace of the Yellow King in the world of Norland."

"But since the other party does not want to hide his thoughts, it means that the other party is confident that his strength is stronger than ours."

Ergani said with a little concern, "In this case, you may be in danger if you go alone. Let me go with you. Even if we really encounter an unbeatable opponent, we can think of a solution together."

Hearing Ergani's words,

Quetzalcoatl shook his head: "There is no need to do this. I am very confident in my strength. And if I really encounter danger, with the help of the power of the void, even the powerful Old Ones cannot stop me. If you go, it will be easy to encounter danger."

"But..."

Quetzalcoatl saw his sister's hesitation.

He smiled and said: "No need to say more, and the trouble on the front battlefield is also not small. If you and I disappear at the same time, once Zeus notices this opportunity, it may lead to catastrophic consequences. For mortals, the power of gods is irresistible."

"Okay."

After weighing the pros and cons, Ergani could only agree to Quetzalcoatl's proposal.

She reached out and rubbed the soft feathers on Quetzalcoatl's cheek, and saw the huge body of Quetzalcoatl turned into a stream of light and disappeared from her sight along with Aeneas' restless soul.

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Across the mountains and the ocean.

The sunlight was blocked by some invisible force, and the surrounding scenery was gradually shrouded in a layer of dark yellow smoke.

Quetzalcoatl stopped near a lake, and it was quiet all around. Huge trees grew around the lake. Those ancient trees were incredibly tall, hundreds of meters tall, and looked like mountains rising from the ground.

The appearance of each tree was dry and twisted, like a demon with bared fangs and claws.

The dark yellow smoke, wrapped in a pungent and corrupt smell, flowed like a stream in the twisted huge forest. There seemed to be an inexplicable whisper in my ears, but if I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything.

Quetzalcoatl landed on the lakeside, and its platinum pupils looked at the strange lake, quietly waiting for something.

Gululu!

It seemed to have sensed the arrival of Quetzalcoatl.

The lake began to boil, and a huge figure slowly emerged from it.

The monster was wearing a dark yellow robe, and its shape was like a skinny human. Its face was covered by a huge hood, and through the gaps in the hood, one could see its wrinkled dark green skin. He had no facial features or features, but there was a pupil in the center of his head that flashed a dark yellow light. Behind this monster, a moon-like magic ring was slowly rotating, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

Sacred and evil, two completely opposite temperaments were cleverly integrated into the monster, like yin and yang working together, and achieved a harmonious unity.

Quetzalcoatl immediately understood.

The monster in front of him was Hastur, the Yellow King in the prophecy of Ergani.

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