The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

"That's it? Don't need to lie on the bed and sleep?" Oregana was leaning on the Khorne Slashing Ax in her hand, tapping the handle of the ax with her fingers.

"That's it, that's enough." The Scythe of War held the silver key in his hand. This key is quite a good thing. It is connected to Yogg Sothos, which is equivalent to connecting most of the [doors] ], and the cross-world engine on Leviathan is also inextricably linked.

He muttered obscure language at the key.It looks like chants, but it's actually not that mysterious.

When a department manager wants to go to the headquarters to meet the boss, of course he will choose to make a phone call.If his boss is a Russian——when the department manager calls the boss, if the Romanian next to him hears it... I guess he won't be able to tell whether he is going to meet the boss to report on his work or curse over the phone...

And Oregana feels very similar to this Romanian now.

"Emmm... We remember that when the God of Thousand Faces, the King in Yellow Clothes, the Living Flame and the Son of the Evil God Hunter went to the Dreamland to play together, several of them had to lie on the bed together," Oregana deliberately said The tone of the actors in the sitcom "We used to lie on the keys. Why don't you use them?"

If she had time, she still wanted to visit the Yasaka house in that world.A house full of gods and old rulers!This is worthy of the famous title of "House of the Evil God". As a human being staying in this kind of place, is Yasaka Mahiro's thinking normal?

But before thinking about whether his thinking is still normal, the question of whether Yasaka Mahiro's kidney resistance can withstand it is always more concerned. Is Nyarlathotep so easy to deal with? (meditation)

It seems that the guy in the silver plaid skirt with dumbfounded hair raised a thumbs up and shouted [YES! WE! CAN!] in his mind.

"It's hard to explain to you clearly..." War Scythe thought for a while, and tried to explain this problem to her simply and clearly with Oregana's usual rhetorical technique of [soul metaphor] "It's like a door The iron gate, ordinary people can't get in, but the blue civet robot can use the pass circle to enter the room."

"You mean you are a blue civet cat with a passing circle?" Sickle Meow A Meng, seemed to be fine.

"No, you are the blue civet cats." The sunglasses with a narrow head pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. "I can call and ask for the password, and then enter the password directly to open the door."

Not The Call of Outer God, but Call Outer God?

The serious scene of opening the door and entering the subspace is like calling a friend in an Internet cafe to borrow a game account and ask for a password...

"... To be reasonable, you can understand any language you speak, right? Why do you still use this bird language to read?"

"Of course it's for the atmosphere!" He didn't continue, anyway, everyone understands, after all, a man is a teenager all his life...

What happened next, following his voice, can hardly be described in words.

There was a certain incomprehensible mist in the room, full of paradoxes, contradictions, and anomalies that never occurred in the waking world—but which often filled people's more bizarre dreams. ;Among the strange distortions, the scythe of war straightened its back, held the silver spoon in both hands and raised it high, singing loudly in a language that no one could understand.

Numerous disturbances and chaos suddenly appeared in time and space, and people at this moment can no longer hold the concepts of movement and time that ordinary people recognize.Before you know it, concepts like time and location no longer have any meaning.

At the last moment, it was still a cabin wrapped in metal, and the white dome light on the ceiling illuminated the room brightly.But after the scythe of war shouted BB, the light lost its power immediately.The light entering the eyes still has exactly the same brightness as before, but their range seems to violate the laws of physics and is strictly limited to less than half a meter next to the ceiling light.

The darkness, like licking and rolling tentacles, slowly invaded the room along the walls and the air, and faint moisture floated from the floor.However, in this dark environment, his eyesight was not affected in any way, even the half-eaten hot dry noodles and the empty bowl filled with bean curds on the corner table could be clearly seen.

"It's so loud." Oregana took a deep breath of moist air like sucking a cat. The Khorne crest on her forehead had lit up at some point, and a faint red light glowed all over her body. "Subspace?"

"Not all." The Scythe of War stopped singing, and the silver spoon in his hand was already shining like the sun, but the light still only existed in his hand, as if the dark mist could suppress the light "just a little It just leaked out, and now the room is slightly different in space, but it’s not a problem.”

"Compared with the SOS club classroom, which side is more space-oriented?"

"It must be Suzumiya's side! How can I make trouble like her!" War Scythe replied without hesitation, "You look at this place as a mess, and your eyes are dangling, but in fact everything is controllable Yes. Although the SOS club classroom looks very ordinary and harmonious, if Ah Xu is not in it, the physical parameters in the room are actually completely unpredictable.”

"emmmm..."

Well, a community classroom, it sounds like Azathoth's palace. (cover face)

But it still looks much better here...

The wall with the door in the room has gradually disappeared into the darkness, and there seems to be something moving in the tumbling black mist.Oregana squinted her eyes and looked inside, but the moving thing disappeared in an instant. Is it the tumbling darkness itself, or is there really something?

This reminded her of her childhood, when she turned off the lights and lay alone on the bed at night, staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, she could see that the ceiling illuminated by the dim light outside the window gradually turned black, leaving only chaos in the end, but if After blinking twice and then opening, the ceiling returned to its original state, and the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed in the night wind, like the long hands of a demon swinging.At that time, the indescribable fear tortured me for a while, until I came into contact with horror movies, this fear was covered by more intuitive fear.

A few years later, I came into contact with the Oriental series and the Monster Girl series... The intuitive fear was crushed by the cultural shock of the new era, and since then I have never been afraid of all ghosts and snakes. (proud face)

Now, the long-forgotten feeling returned to her mind, and the vague sense of the unknown resurfaced on the surface of her consciousness, but at this moment she no longer felt the terror, and only a faint nostalgia left traces in her heart.

It is estimated that she is the only one who looks directly at the image of the subspace and returns to her hometown.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to the rolling darkness.

"Nothing." Warscythe replied "There's nothing there."

"But we seem to see a large group of cats inside..." Although he said so, the legion leader felt that he must have seen something, she concentrated on the projection, and the shaking image suddenly appeared "There is also a person wearing glasses Some fat white guys with green discount coupons in their hands..."

"Stop it! What do you think of the warp space!"

"Emmmm... an advanced version of rail transit?"

"Hey! Have you always thought that way!?" The four hawkers in the subspace have really become four hawkers!Four Hawkers at Train Interchange!

"Calm down, hey! We're so excited that we're excited too! Open the door quickly, take us with you, and take this opportunity to go to the Brass Fortress."

"You are really a transfer station... If you dance like this again, be careful that one day someone will lift you up and throw you out of the brass fortress..."

Outlines of nothingness emerged from the darkness, and the back of the world was distorted to reflect the shadows of the front. Familiar things were presented in front of their eyes in a bizarre way, making people dizzy.

Faint traces of towering arches and boulders that seemed to be carved into palms appeared in the mist and disappeared in an instant, and symbols of various meanings flickered in unexpected ways.The room and the steel walls seem to disappear, but they don't seem to disappear, leaving only a series of ever-changing illusions.

"We seemed to be looking at a painting by Van Gogh just now..."

"It's almost there, get ready to go." War Scythe paused for a while, and then pronounced the last syllable.The restless darkness tumbling crazily, and then returned to calm within a few seconds.At this moment, the two are at a time point and coordinate point that no one can locate.

The scene in front of him was completely different from what he had seen before.There is no dark forest, no lingering fog, and no weird and scary places.

Old residential buildings, messy wires on old telephone poles, and rusty bicycles parked on the side of the road.There is a subway station on the sidewalk, with glass exterior walls and ceilings, and stainless steel stair railings reflecting the early spring sunshine—this is an extremely familiar scene, a place she thought she would never see again in countless lifetimes.

This is the downstairs of my house before crossing.

The only difference is that there is no one on the road that should be full of people, and there is no car.There are not even shop assistants in the rows of facade shops downstairs of the residents, but the products are all neatly placed.However, as if to make up for [no one], there are overwhelmingly many cats everywhere. On the walls of the yard, on the road, on the steps, and on the top of telephone poles, there are big orange or white fur balls everywhere. When the two suddenly appeared, they didn't look like they planned to run away, they just glanced at them with listless eyes, and then went on with their own business.

"This is...?" She was sure that this place was definitely not a place she knew well.

"This is the Dreamland, and then you go to the Brass Fortress," Warscythe replied, as if he was already familiar with this place, "I'll go directly to Yodo Sotos."

Dreamland, a parallel space composed of subconscious mind and imagination, where the laws of physics are very different from reality, in which dreams are reality.At this point, it is completely opposite to the outside world.

"Dreamland..." If it's here, then so many cats can be explained clearly. Dreamland itself has a lot of cats.

"This area was recently opened up for God's Chosen to be used as a transfer. It is the manifestation of the power of Yugosothos. Everyone here sees it differently." The man with narrow-cut sunglasses explained, "This is to prevent Lose the SAN, if you leave this area, what you see will be normal."

It feels like something meaningless... Will the Chosen drop SAN?Is the spirit so slender?

"This is a good place, there are cats all over the place... what the hell!" Oregana shook her head, reaching out to hug the cat crawling around her feet.

As soon as her hands touched the cat, the fat orange cat suddenly floated into the air and disappeared with a surprising pop.Where the cat was just now, a small warped space is slowly turning around.

The head of the legion was stunned for a long time, and suddenly said:

"Can the cat here flash?!"

"The cats in the dreamland are capable of jumping. As long as they want to, they can jump to the moon at any time. In addition, they have an organized army, led by the cat general in the main stronghold."

"...I'll leave the matter of Lalanga with the cat legion to you, and try to get them into the Consolidation Department."

"...Thinking too much, it's impossible."

"Emmm... By the way, there won't be a husky from Tindalos rushing out to bite us, right?"

The so-called magic dogs of Tindalos, the "dog" in the name has nothing to do with its external form, but it is their habit of stalking their prey that gives them the misleading title of "hound".And this prey can be a time traveler, a time traveler, or just some unruly guys.What is certain is that this vicious-looking guy has made a lot of contributions to the stability of the world.

"It's for catching illegal crossers. It has nothing to do with us. When the dog comes, show it the forehead, and it won't bite you after seeing it."

"If you think about it carefully, if there are too many dogs here, Yugo will definitely deal with it."

"Ah? Why? Are you worried about being bitten by God's Choice?" War Scythe asked suspiciously, "You think too much. Even if God's Choice is an illegal crossing, it is not illegal after signing the contract, and dogs can't control it. from above."

"His son is afraid of dogs." (Note ①)

"..." The Scythe of War was silent for a while, "I'm going to get down to business, see you later."

Finishing the conversation, Warscythe walked right into the wall next to the entrance of the subway station, as if it was a path for him.

Are you some Boy Who Lived at King Southern Cross station on Platform Nine and Three Quarters to wait for your train...  

"It's really weird..."

This design is really convenient. Everyone sees different things, all in their own minds.If you think about it this way—a person who makes an open world game does not make a map. After everyone logs in, there is only a blank space, and then the system automatically calls out the MC map stored in the player's computer and fills it in. Everyone can communicate. Everyone's map is different.

Wait...if that's the case...

Oregana raised her head - in mid-air, two people in black robes were walking out of a spiral path.It looks like they're climbing a mountain that only they can see...

Sure enough, sure enough, someone was walking through the air!For them, there is solid ground!

It's really too dangerous, I can see everything when I look up... I will remind everyone in the future that you must not wear skirts when you come here.Even if you want to wear it, you have to wear leggings...

Whether this is laziness or diligence... I can't tell.

You really know how to play in the subspace.

The next question is how to get to the Brass Fortress.

If it is said that everyone can only see specific things, and the location may be different, that means there is no fixed way of moving, and everyone’s is different——Thinking from this perspective, I want to [arrive 】Where, the correct way is to take this subway.

Climbing down the marble-patterned stairs, the cats yawn lazily on the railing, and the entire subway station is empty.In the convenience store on the platform, the clerk stared straight ahead in a daze, motionless, and Oregana went around to take a closer look.

The skin of plaster, the eyes of glass balls.

"There's a bug..." She slandered 'subspace Ubisoft' to herself, and she took a bar of chocolate from the shelf. No one would pay for it anyway.

The subway came through the tunnel with a rumbling sound, and as expected, there was no one in it.The head of the legion walked into the carriage and sat on the bench carelessly, intending to taste the chocolate from his hometown——

"Ok?"

She didn't get what she wanted, and the chocolate in her hand turned into black ash along with the packaging at some point.

Holding a trace of regret, the legion commander clapped his hands. The dust, like the finest sand by the river, slipped down his fingertips and landed on the reddish-brown land.

Reddish-brown...dirt?

Her ears were suddenly filled with noisy collisions, and she raised her head in surprise—right in front of her eyes, the brass barrier towered into the sky.

The sudden shock hadn't receded, and a sharp voice suddenly sounded beside my ear:

"It's Your Excellency the Skullmaker! Open the door!"

On the gate of the fortress, a statue with a distorted face roared loudly, and the huge door opened slowly amidst the roar.

Skullmaker?Who?Is there such a person in the Khorne camp?Generally speaking, isn’t everyone like [we never make heads, we are the porters of heads]?Making heads, who the hell is so busy?

Oregana looked around, wanting to see what this nominal colleague looked like——

But no one was there, I was the only one standing at the gate, and a few hundred meters away was shouting [Blood crushing beast, let's go! ]’s mental illness is there, but it’s obviously not that he...

Eh?and many more?Could it be that...the skull maker is actually referring to ourselves?

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On the other side, Warscythe sat at the table with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

This time, his meeting with Yogg Sothoth was not in the place where there was nothing but watching thousands of colorful bubbles drop the SAN.As if taking into account the mood of the department manager, the place where the two met this time was like an ordinary tea room, and Yogg Sotos also appeared in front of the scythe of war as a handsome young man.