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Xiesta had no idea where Duanmu Huai appeared from. She was sure that there was no one there the previous second, but in the blink of an eye, Duanmu Huai's huge body suddenly appeared, and then smashed the laptop computer there with a hammer. At the same time, he grabbed the war hammer and swung it horizontally, instantly knocking away all the cultists surrounding Xieshita and Mianmu Satori.

"Ah, teacher! You are here."

Unlike Xieshita, Mianmu Satori seemed very calm at this moment, and even waved and greeted Duanmu Huai with a smile, as if he was happy to see his acquaintances in the amusement park.

"Catch them, stop them!"

This sudden chaos also made the entire ceremony site panic. The cultists who were crawling on the ground around the altar stood up one after another, like a tide.

"The ritual must continue! The moon has reached the designated position, we will transcend the mundane world and live forever!"

Soon, a group of cultists wearing cloaks and holding guns ran over, while other cultists made way, prostrated themselves on the ground again, and began to shout fanatically.

"Astarte - Astarte - Supreme Mother Goddess...La! Shub-Niggurath! Gorgo, Mormo, the Thousand-Faced Moon - are all praising our sacrifice... Please fill us with your seeds with millions of offspring, so that more people can come to your temple to worship...Gof'n hupadgh Shub Niggurath..."

"Kill them, leave no one behind!"

Duanmu Huai flashed, and a huge and heavy power armor appeared on his body. His roar was like thunder, covering the chanting of thousands of cultists. At the same time, Duanmu Huai threw his hand out and threw the white wooden knife and an aluminum suitcase to the back.

"Understood! Teacher!"

Mianmu Sanatori jumped up, jumped into the air and grabbed the white wooden sword, and at the same time drew her sword out of its sheath. The whole person fell like a poisonous snake. The sharp blade in her hand pierced through the head of one of the cultists like a snake's fangs, nailing him to the ground. Then Mianmu Sanatori turned her right hand and directly split the cultist's head in half. Then she spun up and rushed into the crowd of cultists with an elegant figure like dancing at a ball, starting a crazy killing.

"Really, I haven't figured out what's going on yet..."

At this moment, Shesta also took the suitcase and opened it. Then she took out the props that were disassembled into two pieces and assembled them together. Soon, a silver flintlock appeared in Shesta's hand. Then she raised the gun, aimed forward, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out.

The guns in the hands of the cultists spewed flames, and countless bullets shot forward, hitting Duanmu Huai's body and rebounding. And he rushed forward like an angry rhino, the bright red glow from his helmet was like a scorching flame, showing how angry he was now.

"Filthy heretics, your evil deeds cannot be forgiven! You can't hope to gain eternal life, what awaits you is only eternal pain and death! Your soul will struggle in the flames of the court of judgment until the universe is annihilated!!"

Accompanied by Duanmu Huai's roar, a violent and terrifying aura of oppression suddenly burst out from him. Even Shesta felt a flash in front of her eyes at this moment, and an irresistible fear and despair broke out from the depths of her heart. It felt like she was standing alone on the beach, facing a tsunami as high as a hundred meters. It was like standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, desperately waiting for the moment when she fell into darkness...

"Ah---!"

The chants of the cultists turned into sharp roars and desperate screams. The cultist closest to Duanmu Huai didn't even have time to make a sound, and fell to the ground and became a corpse. The cultists who were farther away were not much better. They were buzzing around like disturbed flies, and some even fell down from the cliff on the other side of the hillside screaming in panic.

But Duanmu Huai didn't care about these. There was anger burning in his eyes, and he was also extremely angry deep in his heart. He did find the real culprit behind the scenes as he expected, but his identity was unexpected and reasonable.

If you think about it carefully, the ritual of summoning ■■■■ is actually not complicated, and it does not require any artifacts or some precious props that appear in similar games. But the problem is that the blind and stupid god will not respond to the call most of the time, and it may not even have this consciousness.

But this does not mean that it cannot be completely summoned, because around the throne of ultimate chaos, there are its messengers surrounding it. It conveys information to the outer gods, plays the flute and drum bells surrounding the eternal throne, spreads the ugly corrosion of evil and darkness, and is also the most abominable existence among all the outer gods!

That is the crawling chaos, the faceless god, the messenger of ■■■■—Nyarlathotep!

That’s right, the most hateful, ugly, and evil existence in the world of Cthulhu, and the enemy that the Inquisitor must destroy! It wanders in the human world, spreading knowledge full of destruction and filth, and enjoys appreciating their madness and despair. If Duanmu Huai were to make a must-kill list, this bastard would definitely be at the top of the list!

But now is not the time to find that bastard, because the rituals in this place are equally abominable—the bastards want to summon none other than Shub-Niggurath!

Good fellow! You Nyarlathotep, are you planning to summon both Shub-Niggurath and Yog-Sothoth, and add ■■■■ to open a mahjong table in the human world! ?

I fuck your ancestors… No, that one seems impossible to fuck!

Shit!

Duanmu Huai raised his warhammer again and blasted it hard in front of him, blasting all the cultists into pieces. Countless flesh and blood flew everywhere. The thousands of cultists who had been kneeling under the altar were now falling apart. They screamed and tried to turn around and run away, but some cultists did not choose to flee. The desire for eternal life suppressed their fear of death. Soon, Duanmu Huai saw several cultists stumbling towards the church. Then, the moonlight reflected by a mirror emerged from the top of the church bell tower, crossing the hillside and shining on the hill opposite.

Then, the hill split open.

Duanmu Huai stopped and turned to look across. He saw a gate that almost occupied the entire hill. In the dark gate, under the green moonlight, a mass of ugly clouds that were rolling and festering, like some kind of industrial combustion, were gradually pouring out. These clouds gathered together to form a terrifying organ, and in the gaps between the clouds, slippery black tentacles also emerged. It opened countless mouths and sprayed foul-smelling poisonous gas. Its existence alone is enough to make people disgusted and nauseous.

"What is that?"

Even the calm Shesta was shaken when she saw the monster in front of her, but fortunately she only took a look at the monster and was blocked by Duanmu Huai behind her.

"This is not something you should see. Next, I have something for you two to do."

Duanmu Huai carried the thunder hammer and stared at the clouds on the opposite side that were slowly and unwaveringly rolling towards this side. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the light.

"Do you see this light?"

"Coming from the church?"

"Yes, I want you two to rush into the church now, and then control the reflective mirror and wait for my signal. As soon as I send a signal, you will immediately destroy the mirror. Do you understand?"

In fact, Duanmu Huai can completely destroy and sabotage this ritual, but he knows it is useless. Because even if he destroys this summoning ritual, Nyarlathotep can completely manipulate humans to summon again in other places. It is impossible for him to destroy the ritual again and again. Only a thief can be a thief for a thousand days, so how can he guard against thieves for a thousand days?

Therefore, the simplest way is to fight with Shub-Niggurath directly, let it know whose territory this is, and only if it hurts it, it will not dare to come again!

As for whether it can beat it... you will know after fighting!

■■■■I dare not fight, so I dare not fight Shub-Niggurath?

The only pity is that I can't use the power of the God of Destruction in this world. The most suitable power to deal with Shub-Niggurath is the power of the God of Destruction, but...Duanmu Huai is not completely helpless.

"Why...Okay, I know."

"Understood, teacher, then Sanatori will kill now!"

Hearing Duanmu Huai's order, Mianmu Sanatori happily raised the white wooden sword, turned around and ran towards the church excitedly. By the way, she had been staring at that thing just now, but apart from wondering what it was, Mianmu Sanatori did not seem to be shaken by the indescribable existence. Even at this moment, Xiesta looked pale and breathing rapidly, while Mianmu Sanatori still looked leisurely and contented.

Well, a SAN value of 0 is amazing.

"You should be careful too."

"Don't worry."

Duanmu Huai did not look back, but just waved his hand, and Xiesta just glanced at his back, then turned around and chased after Mianmu Sanatori.

After making sure that the two had left, Duanmu Huai took a deep breath, and then he walked up the cliff where the altar was, staring at the rolling and twisted clouds in front of him.

"Come on, alien!"

Accompanied by a roar, Duanmu Huai jumped down from the cliff. A moment later, the tall figure of the God's Machine, reflecting the green moonlight, rose from the ground!

"Praise Omnissiah! In the name of the Inquisition, destroy it!"