Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 23

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On earth, Sui Xiong’s motherland has a very famous allusion, which says that children are all flowers in the garden and thrive in the sunshine and warmth of the motherland.

In this alien world that obviously lacks warmth, the young flower bones will not be so strong as they grow. Some will wither, some will wither, and some will only bloom but not bear fruit... There are still a few, although It bore fruit, but it was a strange flower.

Well, the orc in front of me, nicknamed "Bloody Hand", is a typical weirdo.

"Let us give him the 'Legendary Treasure', otherwise he will massacre innocent villagers... Gerald, does this guy have water in his head, or is he mentally disturbed?" Sui Xiong thought for a while, but still couldn't understand this god. Ordinary logic, in the end, we can only ask without shame.

However, Gerald couldn't give a reasonable answer, and he was also puzzled.

Kindness does not mean stupidity. Taking random villagers whom they don't even know as hostages and threatening them... This is simply an insult to their IQ!

"What exactly do you want to say?" Gerald couldn't help but ask, "Why should I give you precious treasures in exchange for you not killing these villagers? Isn't it enough for me to just eliminate you?"

Ruhr had obviously expected this answer, and smiled triumphantly: "You can indeed kill me, but I have already dispersed my subordinates. As long as you don't give me the bracelet, they will soon Take action and intercept and kill all the civilians you can kill!"

"Decide, do you care about that mere treasure? Or do you care about the lives of those innocent people?"

His smile was mean and mean, his stubby nose was almost turned up, and sticky spit flowed down his fangs, emitting a disgusting stench in the sunlight.

Gerald laughed in anger, intending to punch him in the face and help him to rehabilitate himself and become a good person in the next life - if there is one. Sui Xiong stopped him.

"Haha... I have never seen such a shameless person!" Sui Xiong sneered, murderous intent overflowing, "If he can't PK, you will kill the newcomer I brought with me for leveling? Haha... Hehehehe... If you don't kill him, delete your account. Get lost, let him never dare to go online again for the rest of his life, I can't think clearly!"

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

"Give him the bracelet." Sui Xiong said coldly, "I will notify you when the matter is resolved."

Gerald was shocked: "What?! Give him the 'Void Gaze'? To this despicable and shameless villain?"

"Give it to him. Then you turn around and walk away. Don't look back."

Gerald understood something from Sui Xiong's gloomy tone and shuddered secretly.

He understood that this ridiculously bad orc bandit had completely angered the great Majesty the Mask of the Void. What awaited this guy would be an extremely tragic ending.

He angered a true god, and then foolishly took the holy relic that the true god incarnated with him. What will happen to such a stupid guy

The kind-hearted Gerald was no longer willing to think deeply. He was afraid that thinking too much would give him nightmares.

He took off the bone bracelet on his right wrist and threw it towards Ruel. He didn't bother to watch the greedy robber hurriedly catch the treasure, and then turned around and left with an ugly expression of being so ecstatic that he couldn't help himself.

He walked quickly. On the one hand, he didn't want to witness the tragic ending that was about to befall this guy. On the other hand, he felt sick.

The behavior of this orc bandit can no longer be described as evil or ugly, it is as disgusting as rotten meat. Gerald asked himself whether it was a fly or a coprophagous insect. There was really no way he could force himself to stay with such a thing.

Ruel was too lazy to care about this stupid bad guy. At this moment, his attention was completely attracted by the bone bracelet he just got.

As expected, this treasure contained powerful magic power, just as the news he had received said. Although on the outside, the magical aura is not dazzling, it seems that it is only something that adventurers who have been in the world for a few years can afford, but when he really holds this bracelet in his hand, he can feel the hidden meaning in it. The magic power is so abundant that it is endless!

He wanted to put on the bone bracelet, but found that what was a bracelet to the giant was too big for him, and it was impossible to use it as a bracelet. After thinking about it for a while, I hung it around my neck and used it as a collar.

Although...even when used as a collar, it seems to be a little too big.

But he didn't care anymore. The moment he put on the "collar", he saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then he felt endless power welling up from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to have become extremely powerful, extremely confident, and seemed to be omnipotent. . For a moment, he had the heroic spirit of "If God wants to destroy me, I will defy God; if God wants to stop me, I will kill God." His momentum was so strong that even the surrounding vegetation trembled and bowed his head in surrender to him.

"What a good baby!" He couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he turned to look at his subordinates and asked proudly: "What do you think of this treasure?"

The next moment, his smile froze on his face.

What caught his eye were not the subordinates he had known for many years, but rather soft and slimy pieces of meat, waving countless tentacles, and making strange noises.

Ruel exclaimed and subconsciously took several steps back until he hit a tree and regained his balance.

But he immediately felt something was wrong. The feeling on his back was not the hard touch of trees at all, but a soft and sticky feeling that seemed to stick to his body.

He hurriedly struggled hard, and finally broke free from the sticky thing. Looking back, he saw that there were traces of trees where the woods should have been, and they were all tentacles dancing crazily. Small and large, messy.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are vaguely faces on those tentacles, and those faces seem a bit familiar.

He couldn't help but look more carefully, and saw that the originally blurry faces gradually became clearer. It is full of fur and hideous and ugly, with a thick and short nose, fangs exposed outside the thick lips, and scars on its face...

Suddenly, he came to his senses.

Those are the faces of his subordinates, the members of the Orc Wolf Cavalry!

At this moment, all the faces that were not clear enough suddenly became clear, and they were clearly faces he was familiar with! But the usual ferocity and obedience were completely absent from the faces. Instead, they were full of fear, and even more lifeless, with the characteristic bluish-white color of corpses.

Ruel roared loudly and quickly drew out his scimitar, carefully guarding it.

"You... who are you!" He roared angrily, waving the machete to encourage himself, "How dare you play tricks in front of Master Bloody Hand, believe it or not, I will chop you into pieces!"

Weird laughter suddenly sounded in his ears, and he slashed at the place where the laughter came from without hesitation, but missed.

Turning around, he saw a monster with the face of an orc, but with tentacles all over its body and no fixed form floating in the air, looking at him with its lifeless eyes.

A sharp sound like cat claws tearing at steel came from what seemed to be the neck.

"Come back, come back to us."

Voices came from all directions, repeating "Come back, come back". These voices were high or low, old or young, but they were all lifeless, with no trace of vitality.

However, if you look carefully, you can clearly hear the endless joy in those voices.

Ruel let out a miserable cry, brandished his scimitar, and charged towards the direction where the monsters were least.

As a habitual gangster, of course he is afraid of death, but even if he dies, he will never die at the hands of these weird monsters!

His intuition told him that if he fell into the hands of these monsters, he would die even if he wanted to!

"King of Beasts (God of Orcs), please protect me!" He prayed and ran forward desperately, trying to leave those monsters far behind.

However, for some reason, he was already running wildly, but he had no feeling of moving forward at all, and the scenery around him did not change at all.

When he looked down, he saw that there was no solid soil under his feet, but something that was wriggling. There was even cold mucus flowing on the surface of the thing, covering the instep of his feet.

Ruel yelled frantically, swinging the knife and slashing in all directions. Although he couldn't cut anything, he seemed to have regained his courage through this method, and even stood a little firmer on his feet.

"Come on! Uncle Ruhr is not afraid of death!"

Those things with weird tentacles and faces like his men were quickly approaching. Although they are not very powerful, they are both sticky and tough. If you cut them with a sharp magic scimitar, you will often not be able to make a single mark.

Ruhr, who had been forced into a desperate situation, gritted his teeth and hacked with all his strength. If one knife didn't work, he would use two or three knives. If the knife alone was not enough, he would punch, kick, or even bite him with his teeth.

He couldn't remember how long ago it was the last time he was in such a mess. His thoughts gradually became chaotic and vague, as if they were filled with semi-solidified grease, sticky and unclear.

I don’t know how long it took, but the scimitar was no longer in his hand, his hands and feet had lost their strength, and even the teeth that were his natural weapons were so sore that he couldn’t bite them.

Those things full of tentacles finally defeated him and entangled him tightly, getting tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His vision gradually began to blur, and the extreme exhaustion made his heart and lungs hurt with every breath. However, compared with the pain coming from deep in his head, the pain in his chest was nothing.

The pain that surged from the deepest part of his head was so itchy that he wanted to smash his head to pieces with an axe, dig out his brains, throw them all to the ground and crush them.

But he could do nothing. He could only watch helplessly as a huge tentacle with the same vague face slowly approached him. At some point, a large mouth full of tiny teeth appeared on the tentacles. Countless tiny teeth rubbed against each other, making a sharp sound.

For a moment, he felt that he should pray, but his mind was in chaos and could no longer give a clear answer.

Who should I pray to? How to pray? He couldn't remember any of it.

The next moment, he even forgot about "praying".

When he was entangled by the tentacles and sent into the huge mouth, he finally saw the face of the huge tentacles clearly.

It was his own face.

The last trace of clarity in his thoughts suddenly collapsed, leaving only endless sticky chaos. The bandit leader, who was reduced to a human body, grinned and showed a weird smile.

"Hehe...hehe...oh hahahaha..."