[The monster's tall body lies on the altar like a hill.
People in black robes fell to the ground and prayed, no one cared about the pain revealed in its weak breathing.
Blood flowed wantonly, it fell into hallucinations.
There is an image of it after it escaped from the circus - it helped a woman pick up fallen fruit, only to get screams of horror and men holding up sickles and hoes.
It fled in embarrassment and hid in the corpse dumping ground in the slums, avoiding people's pursuit.
At that time, the smell of the rotting corpse still seemed to linger around him, the monster twitched, and his eyes completely lost focus.
In the distance, a huge vortex formed on the sea surface, clouds accumulated, and a huge tentacle protruded out of the sea surface, setting off a massive tsunami.
At this moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the entire continent was covered in a shadow. The noble spellcasters walked out of the magnificent palace, but found that the magical elements in the air disappeared without a trace.
The airship flying above the sky was shot down by lightning, and the entire sky became a restricted area.
The only god in ancient times has awakened, and everything will return to the embrace of the great ruler, and no one can violate the dignity of the gods.]
—From "The Wrath of Cthulhu"
Cthulhu has been sleeping for too long, so long that his reputation has disappeared in the history books, and there are only a few tens of thousands of believers who once spread all over the world.
Under the influence of the divine power emanating from his sleep, these believers gave up their beliefs, and all of them were fanatical and almost crazy, which made him become the evil god in people's mouth.
He didn't want to wake up at all, so he directly set his sleeping place at the deepest part of the world—the La'lyeh Abyss. Before he fell asleep, he was very satisfied with this place, thinking that it was quiet and comfortable, and it was very suitable for him.
But now, this sleeping place has become an obstacle for him to wake up.
His body was already stiff from a long sleep, and it was a bit difficult to move his tentacles, and it was difficult to float up from the depths of the sea.
Although it is not a big problem in general, if you want to move by yourself, you need to turn half of the ocean upside down, and the time is very long, it will take several weeks.
This made Cthulhu very distressed, because he couldn't wait to hold his beloved human being in his arms.
The last time he saw his beloved human being with the help of a soul fragment that was split off during his deep sleep, but he was actually very upset. He didn't like his beloved human being being touched by others, even if it was his own soul fragment. .
So later he brought over the spirit of the beloved human beings and completely imprinted himself on it.
Although that cute human seems to be very angry...
Cthulhu moved his tentacles in confusion and distress, and there was another stormy sea on the sea.
He must go out, and when that lovely human being knows his identity and sees his appearance, he will definitely fall in love with him! The last time must have been because his soul-shard body was too ugly!
Cthulhu thought this way, and the tentacles moved again. He looked at his strong and powerful tentacles, smooth skin, and bright colors, and imagined the amazing expression on the face of his beloved human after seeing his real body. My heart became hot, and my mood became excited.
But the problem now is how to get out quickly.
Cthulhu was very annoyed. He now regretted that he had dug a hole for himself, but soon, he thought of a good way.
He can recover that soul fragment, so that his power can return faster, and he can see his beloved human beings faster!
This piece of soul fragment separated in sleep has attached one-tenth of Cthulhu's own divine power, so Cthulhu feels that it is a little bit to recover a little, and one-tenth is also power. He can go out a lot earlier.
The statue of Cthulhu on the small island of R'lyeh above the R'lyeh's Abyss is once again delivering orders to his followers.
The believers knelt on the ground fanatically, and immediately set off to the Toria Empire, making sure to offer sacrifices to the gods.
Zhou Yu picked up a Gu worm that was successfully refined, and put it in an alchemy pill as a disguise. I have to say that this family has a rich collection, many alchemy materials that are priceless outside the market, here There are many.
Therefore, it is very easy to find the materials to refine this Gu worm.
And I don't know why, the magic power in his body is very abundant, when making Gu worms, he directly used the magic power to omit a lot of planning steps that were necessary in the previous world.
But even so, in this different world where witchcraft has never appeared, Zhou Yubi spent a lot of time on the differences and commonalities of various materials, and by the time he succeeded in refining Gu worms, it was already dark outside.
Zhou Yu walked out of the laboratory with the alchemy pill wrapped in Gu worms.
The old man who was waiting outside immediately stood up and looked at the pill in his hand, with some doubts in his eyes.
"Eat it." Zhou Yu handed the pill to the old man, ignoring his hesitation, and went straight to the library at the other end of the corridor.
"Come find me in the library after eating. I'll take the books away first." Zhou Yu couldn't wait to see those magic books.
Due to the lack of the basic knowledge of magic that a magic apprentice should have, he doesn't know what his current level is, and he can't go further. This is undoubtedly the biggest obstacle for him who desperately wants to become stronger.
In this world, the weak and the strong prey on the strong, and only by desperately becoming stronger can he find Feng Xing and be with him.
There are not a few dangerous things that appear in those plot scenes. Through those scenes, he knows that he is still too weak and not enough.
Walking to the bookshelf where the magic books were placed, Zhou Yu quickly scanned the titles and picked out the most important ones to put in his pocket.
The books were already very heavy and thick, and Zhou Yu had a lot of gold coins in his pocket, which couldn't fit in at all. He had no choice but to feel that he was a little too reckless.
Anyway, these books wouldn't run away on their own, so he didn't need to be so eager to empty the bookshelves, and returning with a bag full of books would only cause trouble.
Zhou Yu thought for a moment, took an introduction to magic with him, and put the other books back on the shelf.
He opened this basic textbook that is said to be a must-learn for spellcasters, and scanned the preface and table of contents at a glance.
His memory is very good, he can basically remember it after scanning it once, which can be called a camera-like memory, and he can understand the knowledge in the book very quickly.
After a while, Zhou Yu flipped through an introduction to magic. He closed the book, meditated for a while, stretched out his hand thoughtfully, and recited the spell according to the steps suggested in the magic book.
"Spirit of the wind, listen to my call—" Before he finished speaking, a huge tornado appeared in front of Zhou Yu, and Zhou Yu's figure was crooked, and he was almost blown down.
The bookshelf in front of him was even more unlucky, the books were blown to the ground, and dust was flying all over the sky.
"Stop—cough cough cough!" Zhou Yu stopped the gesture in disgrace, coughing from the dust, and had to stop the spell.
How could this be
Zhou Yu frowned, puzzled.
According to the explanation in the magic book, beginners should only be able to summon a small whirlwind in the palm of their hand! How could he be so fierce as soon as he came, and he didn't feel the slightest loss of strength.
Zhou Yu flipped through the book again to find out if he had missed something.
And he didn't even finish reciting the spell, how could this spell succeed? Could it be the reason for the abundant magic power in the body
At the door, a middle-aged man who was crying out of ecstasy froze, his eyes were staring like copper bells, his mouth was trembling and he couldn't speak.
"Spellcaster! You are actually a spellcaster!!" The middle-aged man's originally handsome face twisted, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated, mixed with respect and surprise, ecstasy and fear.
Turning his head, Zhou Yu saw the middle-aged man froze at the door, put away the book, shrugged, and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally messed up your room, and I will compensate you."
"Dear Master Spellcaster, please forgive my doubts just now! Thank you for your generosity! Thank you for helping me regain my youth!" The middle-aged man knelt down, his head touched the ground, and tears fell to the ground.
He really didn't expect that he could go back to his heyday, when he was forty years old! Become the self who is in the prime of life, with a flexible mind and quick hands and feet!
Just now he was wondering if this young man was the incarnation of the devil, deliberately tempting him to believe in a cult, but the scene just now made him wish he could kill that old man who doubted the caster!
Such a young high-level spellcaster, who cast spells instantly, even a small spell can become such a powerful force, how could he have the time to frame such a penniless old man with nothing!
Although his family had produced spellcasters before, it was many years ago after all, and he started bragging just to seduce Zhou Yu.
Although he had stayed in the imperial capital for so long, he had never seen such a young senior spellcaster. How could he not be in awe of such an existence!
Zhou Yu calmly picked up all the books on the floor and put them back on the bookshelf, saying: "These books will be deposited with you first, and I will come to pick them up in a few days. The fair will end after I take the books away."
The middle-aged man was still kneeling on the ground, shaking his head like a rattle, he said earnestly: "No, my lord, I have already planned to leave here and go to the imperial capital to realize my dream. I can give this house directly to you! In order to repay you kindness!"
Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at the middle-aged man with a little surprise, then pretended to evade and agreed to his request.
Seeing the man's ecstatic expression, Zhou Yu sighed inwardly, wondering whether the ancestors of this family would crawl out of the grave in anger after knowing that such an unworthy descendant gave away their ancestral house so casually .
The sky had completely darkened, and Zhou Yu was obsessed with this library and couldn't extricate himself. It wasn't until the middle-aged man came in and lit the candles that he realized that a long time had passed.
Oops!
Zhou Yu put down the book with a headache, packed his things hastily and left the house.
He promised Franken that he would go back as soon as possible, but this is not good, that honest guy is probably hungry after staying at home all day.
Zhou Yu secretly hated himself for not being able to live up to expectations, and actually forgot the time. At the same time, he cast a whirlwind magic on his body, using the wind to speed up his speed.
If this method of casting spells is known to outsiders, it will definitely cause a lot of amazement.
You must know that in this world, only a very small number of high-level spellcasters can flexibly use spells, and they are often limited by the amount of magic power stored in their bodies, so they cannot fly or speed up at all, so spellcasters are also known to be weak , Every battle must hide behind many warriors and cast spells remotely.
But Zhou Yu is different. He can calmly analyze the essence of each spell in detail, improve it, and apply it in various aspects, which is not bad.
It is enough to be called a peerless genius that is rare in this continent for thousands of years.
But Zhou Yu didn't have a clear understanding of his own strength. He just felt that his strength had improved after learning these spells, and he was far from reaching his goal.
For example—fighting against that evil god.
Thinking of what that evil god did a few days ago, Zhou Yu still gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
The night was dark, and the high stars cast a dim light on the dark street.
Zhou Yu stopped walking, his pupils constricted, looking at the broken door in front of him, speechless.
Franken? Franken!
Zhou Yu stepped on the fragments of the door and stepped into this glamorous house, and saw a huge bloody mark on the wall of the living room at a glance.
He has seen this mark before, in the last plot perception.
The back of his hand was slightly hot, Zhou Yu's breath was a little unsteady, and his eyes were also emotional.
He raised his hand and saw the faintly glowing mark on the back of his hand, which was exactly the same as the bloody mark on the wall.
"The villain...the evil god..."
Zhou Yu said the name in a low voice and clenched his fists.
Who is that evil god
Does the magic in me have anything to do with him
Or, could he be...Feng Xing