I became the Great Old One

After hearing Su Heng's question, Hastur fell into silence.

Just when Su Heng thought that this guy couldn't breathe and was going to be completely finished, Hasta's dilated pupils focused again, and he replied in a weak tone: "Of course there are differences between us."

Hastur said: "Me, Cthulhu, and the young old one named Istaya were all born from the nameless fog of chaos and created by the great blind and foolish god Azathoth. . But you are not like that. To us, you are outside the rules."

"The god of blindness and stupidity, Azathoth?" Su Heng frowned and said, "What is that, the existence that can create the rulers of the old days?"

In Su Heng's view.

Creativity itself is a manifestation of strength.

Most of the dependents created by ordinary old rulers are weak and can only rely on numbers to gain advantage.

However, the descendants created by Su Heng and Caius possess tyrannical authority and power. Leaders such as Quetzalcoatl, Elgani, Zeus, and Typhon all possess tyrannical power that rivals the old days to a certain extent.

Of course, compared to the real top Old Ones.

Whether it is Su Heng or Caius, there is still a certain gap between the offspring they created.

Hastur's ability to easily defeat the alliance of gods such as Quetzalcoatl Zeus is a typical example.

And Hastur is far from the strongest among the Old Ones.

To be able to create the Old Ones, such creativity and strength must be so terrifying and powerful. Even Su Heng was a little frightened after hearing what Hasta said, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Azathos is the god who created the world. It is said that the universe we live in was born in the dream of this god." Hastur replied.

He seemed to see the slightly frightened look on Su Heng's face, and explained feebly: "However, you are not as frightened by the great power controlled by Azathoth. The blind and foolish god is in the Lullaby of the Three Pillar Gods." Falling into eternal sleep, maintaining the existence of the universe. If you really meet this god in the far enough future, then the life of the universe must have come to an end. "

"Um."

Su Heng nodded.

Although the information revealed by Hastur was shocking and bizarre, it was still very useful to Su Heng.

He remembered these words in his mind, and then continued to ask: "You just said that I was born outside the rules. What does this sentence mean?"

"You are not a life created by Azathoth, nor can you be called an old one in the true sense."

Hastur said, "As for your true origin, isn't it something that only you can figure out? Even the all-knowing and all-powerful One, Yog-Sothoth, cannot make correct answers to these difficult questions. answer."

"Yog-Sothoth..." This was a familiar name to Su Heng.

When leaving the root level, he obtained some forbidden knowledge from that ancient universe dimension, among which this name was mentioned.

"Yog-Sothoth, the One who unites all things, what is that? Is he also one of the Old Ones?" Su Heng asked curiously.

"Yes and no."

Hastur replied: "Yog-Sothoth, the one who unites all things, Shub-Nikurath, the black goat of the forest who gave birth to thousands of descendants, Nyarlathotep, the crawling chaos - Asa, the blind and foolish god. The three pillar gods incarnated by the spiritual will of Thos, they exercise the authority of the creation gods and are also the administrators of the old rulers. "

Su Heng was keenly aware that when Hastur mentioned these names.

A secret and obscure sense of gaze came from the distant and cold void, lingering on his body, and chose to leave after a short stay.

and…

During the conversation, Hastur's voice became significantly softer.

As if they were afraid that these conversations would be heard by some taboo being, the voice revealed uncontrollable fear and awe.

There was not much malice in the sense of voyeurism, and Su Heng did not take it to heart. He spoke faster and continued to ask: "I once saw the projection of the three pillar gods in an ancient dimension. What does that dimension represent... The pillar gods you mentioned seem to be blocking something."

Su Heng desperately wanted to know the answers to these questions.

It's a pity.

Hastur's body can no longer sustain itself, and the power of chaos left by Caius continues to destroy the vitality of Hastur, the King in Yellow.

For Su Heng, he is indeed a good fighter.

But the ability to treat illnesses and save people was really better than nothing. He could only watch Hasta die in front of him.

Poof!

Hastur's body, which had shriveled due to massive blood loss, began to swell strangely.

It turned into a huge earth-yellow ball, filled with foul-smelling gas, and finally exploded with a deafening roar.

Hastur's strength is great, and the tragedy of his death is earth-shattering. If it is left here alone, even if the entire world of Noland will not completely lose its vitality, it will turn into a plague-ridden, deformed and mutilated hell of flesh and blood.

"What a pity."

Su Heng sighed and raised his hand.

The golden-red flames rippled through the gaps in the pitch-black scales like waves, and then turned into huge ripples and swept out in all directions.

The poisonous fog, thick smoke, and rotten flesh leaking from Hastur's body disappeared silently when they came into contact with the flames. The chaotic power left by Caius on the battlefield was also melted by Su Heng's flames and transformed into vitality that nourishes all things.

Flame is the beginning of everything, bringing life, wisdom and civilization.

Flame is also the end of everything, bringing war, catastrophe and death.

"This is the reincarnation of fire." Looking at everything happening in front of him, Su Heng's originally anxious mood returned to a calm state again.

After accommodating some of Caius's chaotic origin power, Su Heng's own creativity was also greatly enhanced.

Under his authority and will, the flame is no longer a natural disaster and catastrophe that brings destruction. Instead, it is vitality and hope born from the fire. Hastur's huge and grotesque body disappeared in the flames.

The broken earth also slowly healed in the roar, and the huge hole left after the disappearance of the Tartarus abyss turned into a basin where cracks spread.

The turbulent sea water returned to calm again, and small green buds popped up on the barren land.

After the war.

The prosperous civilization of the gods in the western continent was basically buried in the ruins, and only one in ten humans survived. More than ten years ago, the 100,000 dragon-born troops who came to preach with great ambition and passion have now only a few hundred people left.

For the selfish desires of the gods, mortals finally paid a heavy price.

But even so.

On the ruins, a new era will eventually come, and it will be more prosperous.

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