The Endless Shuttle

Dagon's huge body crouched in the temple, and it whispered to the sleeping alien in a language that humans could not understand.

The body, which is bigger than Dagon, filled the temple with bats, octopuses and human characteristics. The tentacles of the mouth wiggled unconsciously while sleeping, and the soft and collapsed claws pinched the slender coral right. The wand, which was already broken enough, deformed further under heavy pressure, and the mere sight of it would make people feel "pain".

——The prototype of Cthulhu, the former ruler!

When living normally, Cthulhu obviously did not have the leisurely mood of turning himself into a human female in front of Rope, maintaining his original posture and sleeping soundly.

Dagon's call made Poseidon open his slender eyes.

"...What's the matter?"

The sound it makes is slimy and low, without any emotion.

This is certainly not a sign of Cthulhu's anger-in fact, when he faced his subordination to God, even if he was awakened from his sleep, he would not blame Dagon and Hydra too much.

Anyway, as long as you close your eyes, you can fall asleep again, and it doesn't affect anything.

"Part of your kingdom of God has been summoned by an occultist. It seems that the occultist is fighting with the elves in a certain world." Dagon bowed his head respectfully.

A hint of dissatisfaction arose in Cthulhu's emotions.

"Do you need to inform me of such a thing? The secret technique of the Abyss of Dreamland was created by you."

"The user of the secret technique is a human named Rope."

After Dagon finished speaking this sentence, the water around it vibrated slightly.

When it raised its head, the giant octopus alien had disappeared, replaced by an elegant human female with dark green long hair.

"Departure."

She simply said, obviously wanting to use the avatar to meet Rope.

"...Your Majesty Cthulhu, I'm afraid this is not so good, right?"

The gills on the face of the Dagon fish closed several times, expressing their helplessness to its owner.

"After the incident of His Majesty the King of Yellow Clothes, the ancient gods' surveillance of the kingdom of God has taken a step forward. Now you can leave with your avatar..."

"Rope is our hope. He is in trouble. Shouldn't he extend a helping hand to get him closer to us? My brother Hasta has already taken the lead. This is the perfect opportunity. "

In addition to the great righteousness of the gods, the Cthulhu himself certainly wanted to make a profit, but he didn't know why, Rope always preferred Hasta instead of the self who had first contact with him.

This is just an opportunity to gain Rope's favorability, and of course Cthulhu will not let it go.

"Untimely, Your Majesty."

Dagon loyally persuaded him.

"It's better to let me go and help the human being when he needs help. If there is no danger, I can just watch."

Compared to the four-element Cthulhu, a little-known subordinate is more suitable to come forward. This is Dagon's idea.

"Dagon, you..."

Cthulhu's expression became very subtle.

"...You want to grab Rope with me?"

"..."

The old ruler of the fish head human body accepted the remaining explanation.

It was wondering if its owner had slept too long, and its thinking loop became strange.

It's more and more like the food they usually eat-the way humans think.

"...This is the gate of the teleportation, please wait a moment."

"Um."

Cthulhu nodded, holding the reduced coral scepter in his hand, and walked out of the temple.

PS:

Cthulhu and Hasta are both male gods in the original mythology, and the word "brother" is really true...

...Or a big JJ girl? (Fear)

Chapter 242 In the deep sea, the golden sword begins to shine

The two waterfalls flowed down, and the scenery quickly faded in Susanoo's eyes.

As if falling into a never-ending abyss, the wind brought the smell of flames buried deep in the heart of the earth, which made Susanoo's spirit abrupt.

He is the "steel" **** of war, and the combination of wind, fire and water will make him more brave.

Looking at the sky that was getting smaller and smaller, Susano keenly felt that his opponent had almost no hesitation, and just jumped down after him.

"Sure enough, chasing it down. It seems that there is still a bitter battle before the wine is effective..."

The big man stretched his body and kept falling down while cutting the water flow with a ten-fist sword, separating the rocks on both sides and then overlapping, forming a barrier to stop him. If you have a slightly weaker vision, you might think that the rocks in the space created by Susanoo are the bottom of the crack.

But this is just a trick to drag time.

His purpose is the center of the earth.

This small world where Susano has lived for nearly five hundred years, he knew exactly where and what was.

Separate the earth, the poisonous fire underground, the magma—cooling water, the fire of forged steel, and make every effort to improve the divinity of his "sword".

In this way, even if the young Godkiller is inferior in strength, it will not be too ugly to lose in a short period of time.

At least this was the case for the short ten minutes before the divine wine had its effect.

The rest is just waiting for the demon king to sleep peacefully like a child, and then he is using his sword to smash his body into pieces, and then avoid the resurrection power to mess up and seal each body.

The methods are somewhat tricky, but Susano also had to do it. After all, the enemy is too powerful, head-on is tantamount to seeking a dead end.

He hasn't lived enough yet.

The further down, the more the false light becomes inaccessible. The surroundings of Stormwind were in quiet darkness, except for the sound of wind and the sound of water dripping through the rock slabs, there were only some strange buzzing noises.

Close to the center of the earth-

But at this moment, Susano realized something was wrong.

Suddenly, the smell floating from below changed its appearance. It's no longer the sweltering scorching air, but salty, greasy smell with a moist feeling.