Lord of Mysteries: Curly-haired Baboon

　　 "Cthulhu" has come!

　　 On this day, Trier’s morning turned into a **** and strange blood moon.

　　 Everything around it seemed to be enveloped in a strong smell of blood, even the Intis sycamore trees on both sides of the road were stained scarlet.

　　 "Help!"

　　 A hoarse female voice from far and near, reached the ears of the transcendent team who was about to rush elsewhere.

　　 I saw a petite figure wearing a gray cloak and a silver-white mask on the street in the distance, rushing hurriedly, and a monster who didn't know what it was behind him followed.

　　 The monster could barely see a human figure.

　　 But its head split from the middle, and corrosive liquid was constantly flowing. His body was also full of cracks, and each crack was a mouth, opened and closed with the white fangs and long tongue.

　　He has four hand-shaped organs and countless smooth tentacles.

　　 glanced at each other, and the "Ode to Light" and "Mechanical Heart" faced the "monster" without hesitation.

　　 The distance between them and the "monster" is getting closer, but none of them shrinks even at all.

　　 Go ahead!

　　 The battle began like this.

The "Songers" in "Songs of Light" began to use their voices to increase power and beliefs to other transcendents; "Prayers of Light" and "Sun Priests" gave their teammates various blessings and strengthened their resistance to evil things. Attack power.

But the "generalists" of the "Mechanical Hearts" took out various mechanical devices and gave continuous blows to the monsters from a long distance; however, the "archaeologists" put on bizarre mechanical armor one after another, striding forward. Facing the "monster".

　　 Two teams of transcendents from different churches had a tacit understanding, and put aside their conflicts, and dealt with the "out of control" old assassin hand in hand.

　　 The monster turned into by the "old assassin" is not a soft persimmon, sometimes hiding in the dark, and sometimes making appalling roars.

　　 The roar has a weird power, which makes people involuntarily feel evil.

　　 Fortunately, it has the purifying effect of the "Light Odes", and the Transcendents are not affected by the roar.

　　 The slippery tentacles entangled with each other and waved twistedly, and even some tentacles disappeared and disappeared from time to time, causing fatal injuries when they were caught off guard.

　　 Although the official transcendents firmly have the upper hand, people are still injured and lose their fighting ability from time to time.

　　…………

　　 Lucid stared blankly at the official transcendents who had not hesitated, feeling a little guilty unavoidably.

　　 If it's not desperate, he doesn't want to do it either.

　　 And his condition is getting worse and worse, it seems that the scarlet evil light can cause a more serious impact on him than others.

　　 Everything that happened today exceeded his expectations and caught him off guard.

　　 There seemed to be waves of rising pain in his head, which became stronger and stronger over time.

　　 There is a weirdness everywhere in this.

　　 "Weak... is the original sin!"

　　 At this moment, he yearns for power more and more.

　　 Now this feeling of helpless powerlessness drives him crazy.

　　 There was a dull pain in the brain, and there seemed to be faint whispering echoes in the ear.

　　 Painfully covered his forehead, clenched his teeth and persisted.

　　 The constant pain, combined with his original sleepiness, made him even more uncomfortable.

　　If you continue to do this, maybe you will "out of control"!

　　 In the face of "out of control", the "negative effects" of the revolver seem so insignificant.

　　He needs to rest.

　　 "No... I have to get out of here!"

　　 used all his strength, he forcibly controlled his body and walked in another direction.

　　 "Only a gamble!"

　　…………

　　 In the White Maple Palace.

　　 Behind the large and exquisitely crafted desk, holding a mirror with weird light, Russell Gustav frowned.

　　 The mirror is full of complicated and exquisite curse patterns, and the water-like mirror surface shows the scene of Trier's "Cthulhu" descending.

　　 "Cthulhu" has come! The truth came in the greatest city in the world that he created with his own hands.

　　 Looking at the image in the mirror in his hand, I couldn't help but feel a little lost.

　　The blue veins on his hands burst, and his heart feels as if the river is overwhelmed.

　　 "The Industrial Revolution that I personally started, the steam and mechanical age that I personally forged, how can it become a hotbed for the birth of evil gods?"

　　 He seemed to have made up his mind, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

"Do not!"

　　 He stood up abruptly, and summoned the guards and said, "Send someone over right away! Give me that thing by any means!"

　　 His sharp-lined face is full of determination, and his blue eyes are full of anger.

　　 "I want this day, I can't cover my eyes, I want this place, I can't bury my heart, I want the people of Intis to be under my protection, I want the evil god, all disappear!"

　　 At this moment, Roselle seemed to exude a unique domineering all over his body, which made people couldn't help but be impressed.

　　 The guard who was just called is no exception.

　　 In the eyes of the infected guards, it seemed as if Roselle had set fire to them, and hurriedly rushed to pass the Archon’s orders everywhere.

　　The armed forces near Trier were all activated under Roselle's orders ~www.readwn.com~ like a precision mechanical behemoth.

　　 Cthulhu is not invincible!

　　…………

　　 Lucid’s state can be described as terrible, with bursts of muffled pain in his head, endless whispers in his ears, drowsy sleepiness...

　　 And in the chaos, he stumbled to his destination.

　　 fainted in darkness, and fell into the most terrifying sleep.

　　 But in his dream, he did not feel the negative effects from the brass wooden handle revolver.

　　 The "husband and wife baboon film" did not pop up as expected.

　　 appeared, a picture that was a hundred times more terrifying than it.

　　The turmoil in Trier continues, but none of this has much to do with the sleeping curly baboon.

　　 And in this dream, he seemed to "see" everything in the world from a condescending perspective.

　　 Suddenly, he fell above a city.

　　 The two converging rivers form a "y" shape, with flowers, Intis sycamore trees and newly built asphalt roads everywhere...

　　 "This is Trier!"

　　 Even Lucid can still see No. 1 Denis Street on the banks of the Ryan River, which is full of Intis sycamores.

　　 Looking carefully along the familiar road, he could actually see the pedestrians on the street without a master, the extraordinary people still attacking the "out of control" monsters.

　　 There is only one that can have such a visual category.

　　 An answer that makes him creepy is ready to come out.

　　 "Is this from the perspective of the evil blood moon in the sky?"

　　 The curly baboon in the dream only feels cold all over.

　　 "Am I contaminated?"

"impossible?!"