Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

He subconsciously wanted to rush to the place where the dragon's breath was released, but the next moment, his steps suddenly stopped.

Fafnir also turned the golden and cold dragon pupils, and cast his gaze further away.

Fujimaru Tachika in the courtyard jumped up from the bed, and in just a moment, the white Chaldeas Master battle uniform was on her body: "Mash, is there any enemy attack?"

She looked at Matthew standing by the window, with tight armor outlining her plump curves.

Mash didn't answer, just holding the shield in his hand tightly, with short shoulder-length pink hair fluttering, staring at the distance of the sky.

The pupils flickered and the vermilion lips parted.

As if he saw something... his face was dull.

Li Xiang froze for a moment, and followed her gaze.

She sees the sky.

The night is still vast, but at this moment there are no shining stars.

In the distance of the sky.

In the heart of the heart of France, where Paris is...

The dense water vapor condenses into a majestic mist, like a turbulent sea rippling in the sky. Countless water flows rise from the ground and connect the sky and the ground. From a distance, it looks like a magnificent pillar supporting the dome of a magnificent palace. .

No, it's not the same.

That is indeed a palace.

Because there is a huge figure standing under it, as if sitting on a throne in the void, countless extending tentacles waving and slapping the water, making bursts of uproarious music, like a king who loves music gently Beat the drum.

what is that...

--what is that?

Princess Mary's shattered court slowly dissipated, and everyone and all the servants became more dignified at this moment.

They felt even more terrifying oppression.

Feeling a more terrifying threat.

Even the Dragon Witch is...

Roar!

The former Fafnir behind him roared to the sky.

The cry is rapid and lengthy.

It's like the shrill scream of a beast that feels the crisis.

The black Joan of Arc also raised her head.

She watched as the tentacles waving in the sky approached and swung past, raising a violent storm.

Watching the endless water vapor coming towards you, it hits like sea water pouring into the world.

what is this?

The Dragon Witch couldn't figure it out, and the others couldn't figure it out even more.

But Luo Wei laughed.

"I said it before--"

"Everyone has their own responsibilities."

"And he is my 'opponent'."

Rowe's voice echoed throughout the world.

In Paris, above the royal palace and towering castle, someone held up a book wrapped in human skin and shouted: "The sleeping god, the lord of R'lyeh..."

"Please, recover!"

Gilles de Ray's face was full of fanaticism and excitement, his figure was thinner than before, his eyes were almost protruding, and the fine nerves wriggling like worms could be clearly seen around the eyeballs, his raised hands There is no outline of flesh and blood, only skin and bones, like dead wood that has withered long ago, dry and sharp, and it seems that it will break at any time when it is shaken.

Weak, old...but Gildre's spirits were insanely high.

because he saw it.

As a devout Catholic, he has not prayed to the Lord for a long time because he never got an answer.

And now.

But he really saw the gods!

I saw the existence from the ultimate abyss of the universe.

saw...

"Old Ones Ruler!"

"Eternal existence—"

"Bring down your mercy, shelter your believers..."

"Cleanse this filthy world!"

The huge figure sitting on the 'palace' flicked its tentacles and made a sound like drumming, but there was a pause.

Shake, shake.

The world seemed to be torn apart... Two rays of light appeared on the huge figure.

That's the 'eye'.

But it is more like the sea eye vortex hidden in the deepest part of the deep sea bed...

With endless coldness.

With endless chaos.

with endless...

Heart-shattering terror.

The sky was completely dark, turbulent malice enveloped the surrounding area in an instant, and countless people regained their senses, only to find that they were surrounded by a bronze building.

The ancient bell rang, and the sound of 'Dangdang' seemed to come from the end of time.

They are among the bells.

But there is an urge to bow down.

I want to bow down to the figure sitting on the Void Throne.

I want to worship the existence that lives in the center of the palace.

The great being is revived here.

R'lyeh under the deep sea 'floated' out of the water!

Chapter 12 My Lord Is Here

Long ago, when man was not even born, the whole universe was the paradise of the Old Ones—when darkness occupied the surface of the universe, and the surface of the deep was as black as water, shining with endless chaotic and nameless bodies.

The Old Ones occupy the stars and build their own palaces on them.

——The city named 'Raliyah' is one of them.

It was created by Cthulhu, the "Sleeping Lord" among the old rulers, and it is the eternal mansion belonging to Cthulhu.

After the era when the old rulers ruled the universe passed away, the face of the abyss faded, and after the universe was recast, the palace of this old god also disappeared.

But it doesn't disappear.

Instead, they are drowning in the deep sea, which was difficult to touch in the first place.

And now.

The dark abyss reappeared at this singularity, the magnificent palace was full of water vapor, and the eternal mansion of the old ruler emerged from the deep sea, covering the whole of France.

It was already night, and the world was in a groggy state, but the groggyness at this moment was obviously different from before.

The water vapor filled the air, like the tide was surging, and the huge oppression echoed between the heaven and the earth, and the piercing sound like sharp claws tearing a solid helmet echoed in everyone's ears.

Cities, streets, villages, fields... Countless wriggling figures emerge from the ground.

They have fine scales and sharp claws. They have the 'gills' of fish on their faces, making thumping and thumping sounds.

They are climbing and wriggling, and the pupa where the palms are open is pressing on the ground while crawling, leaving shallow, wet marks one after another.

Their heads are in the shape of huge fish, or in the shape of squirming octopuses... Scarlet eyes flicker, and blue streamers pass by.

"what is that..."

Countless people stopped and watched, and then they were attacked.

Orleans, the countryside shrouded in pastoral.

A young man was caught off guard and his arm was torn off, a woman who fled in a hurry fell to the ground, and then countless footsteps stepped on her body... The quiet night was suddenly broken, and the chaotic scene disrupted everything order.

The old man with a weakened body was sitting on the ground, panting, in front of him was the sharp claws of the cold 'murloc' extending to his face.

The aging body is unable to escape. The old man closed his eyes and prayed for the salvation of the "Lord". The Middle Ages was an era of belief everywhere, especially in this area of ​​France.

However, in the next second, in the darkness after closing his eyes, a deep voice came: "Old man, are you okay—"

The old man opened his eyes, and the monster in front of him had been split into two. The silver-haired man in silver armor holding an epee shook the blue liquid on the sword.

After that, more corpses.

you are...

The old man opened his mouth.

"My name is Siegfried." The dragon slaying hero, Siegfried, flicked his epee. He raised his head and looked at the horrifying scene in the distance, frowning.

what is that...?

he does not know.

But even the eyes from a long distance still made him feel extremely strong chaos and madness.

Do not look directly.