I became the Great Old One

The dark and lightless deep sea.

The ancient ruins sleeping under the sea, the deep-sea city of R'lyeh.

Cthulhu, who had a blood-red super-large fleshy bag on his head, was rubbing his wounds with his tentacles in a hoarse grin, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never touch the injured area.

After working on it for a long time, Cthulhu discovered that his tentacles had been broken in the previous war.

The power of Yu Shen remained in the wound, making it difficult for the wound to heal.

In the end, Cthulhu could only choose to give up. He squatted on the ground with his fat buttocks and fell into deep thought while looking at Hastur who was cut into a human stick in front of him.

Hastur was injured even more seriously than Cthulhu, and he received a full blow from the feather god Istaya without any defense. However, after leaving the battlefield, Hastur's recovery speed was faster than Cthulhu.

Countless pale yellow smoke secreted from the wound, and then condensed together, turning into new tentacles and limbs.

Hastur's broken body is rapidly healing in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

After about half an hour.

The wounds had disappeared from Hastur's body, and the monster, which resembled a humanoid but was actually an octopus, returned to its original shape again.

The yellow robe swayed gently in the water waves, and a bright moon-shaped divine ring behind it emitted a hazy light.

"Hasta, if you attack with all your strength, you may not be the opponent of those two guys." Cthulhu said angrily, his yellow eyes looking at the king in yellow in front of him.

Hastur, Cthulhu...the two are blood brothers.

Forged by a powerful and ancient being.

Cthulhu understands the power Hastur has. Although the power displayed by Quetzalcoatl and Quetzalcoatl is not weak, they will never be Hastur's opponent.

"No rush..."

Hastur's smooth voice, like a snake crawling, came from the robe: "When the war is over and the gods fight until both sides are injured, we can choose to take action. Then we will be able to achieve multiple things with one stone."

"But, I'm afraid that the original fire will come back at that time."

There was uncontrollable fear in Cthulhu's voice.

"Primal Fire?"

Hastur said disdainfully: "I have heard this name from you more than once. It is just an old ruler in a remote galaxy. How powerful can it be?"

Coming from the depths of the universe, Hastur has seen everything, even knowing part of the great plan of existence.

There is a natural disdain for the Old Ones in remote galaxies.

"The original fire is really strong."

Cthulhu was still struggling to explain, "The last time I faced it, I even felt that it had transcended the past and entered an unprecedented realm."

"You're kidding."

Hastur said: "Beyond the Old Dominators, that is the domain of the Pillar Gods. You have never seen the real Pillar Gods, and you cannot imagine how great the power they represent is."

"But you haven't seen the Primeval Fire, and you don't know how terrifying that guy is." Cthulhu said naively.

Hastur was stunned for a moment.

He himself didn't know how to refute the same words.

The dark city of the deep sea fell into silence again, with only two giant beasts sitting opposite each other.

After a while.

It was Cthulhu who spoke again.

"By the way, why did you suddenly appear here?" Hastur lives in an ancient galaxy called Carcosa in the universe, which is quite far away from the world of Noland.

Most of the Old Ones were lazy in character.

Without any reason, he would not choose to actively cross the boundless void. After all, this involves the deep-seated rules of subspace.

Even if one loses his power as the Great Old One, he may be completely lost in the gap between time and space.

"It's Cthugha the Great Alarm Clock..."

Hastur fell into deep thought and slowly said: "I was targeted by that monster."

…

The Western Continent, above the Holy Mountain of Olympus.

Zeus sat cross-legged on his throne, high up, overlooking the vast world.

The western continent was divided into two parts, the north and the south, by the long river Thebes, which originated from the underworld. At this time, the northern part had been occupied by the followers of Elgani and the dragonborn army.

In the south, there are city-states established by the descendants of the gods.

The Othebes River has abundant water, forming a vast farming area nearby. The natural environment here is suitable, and many large city-states were established around this ancient river.

among these city-states.

The ancient city of Troy was the most prosperous and powerful.

This city was built by the hands of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Apollo, the god of the sun. It was built during the period when Zeus had just become the God King and Poseidon wanted to usurp the power of the God King, but was exiled to the earth by Zeus.

The city had stood for a millennium, from its founding to the ten-year war between the Dragonborn and the Children of the Gods.

The wear and tear brought by time has not destroyed this ancient city.

On the contrary, with the blessing of faith, the city of Troy became more sacred and prosperous. Over the course of thousands of years, countless heroes were born from this city, and countless myths and legends were spread from this city.

And now.

The city of Troy also became the frontline against the Dragonborn army.

In fact, in the past few years. The Dragonborn army relied on its own powerful strength to try to cross the Oedipus River several times and forcibly capture Troy.

However, it is difficult for mortals to cause damage to the city forged by the gods themselves.

Several large-scale attacks all failed.

On the contrary, the Dragonborn themselves suffered heavy losses in these large-scale battles. It is precisely because of the existence of Troy that the Dragonborn's aggressiveness, which is as swift as a raging fire, has been curbed.

This war has fallen into a stalemate.

Although the climate of the Western Continent is not much different from that of the Eastern Continent.

But this is the home ground of humans after all. With the home advantage and the secret help of the gods, as time goes by, the balance of victory is gradually tilting towards humans.

From the beginning, the Trojan warriors could only hide in the city for passive defense.

Gradually, they can take the initiative to attack and try to harass the Dragonborn.

And now…

With the plague spreading among the dragonborn army, and the two powerful golden dragonborns Agamemnon and Achilles falling out, the war that had been deadlocked for ten years finally ushered in a turning point.

A tall figure appeared in the temple of the Olympus Hall, half-knelt on the ground, and the voice rumbled.

"Father, did you hear it?

The violent beast howled horribly in my heart.

Only blood, only drinking the blood of the enemy can soothe it. War is my food, and I can no longer bear the desire for blood and slaughter."

The voice was filled with morbid desire.

The figure slowly raised his head, revealing a familiar face, it was the god of war Ares who once killed Donis.