Azathoth discovered that the twelve low-dimensional creatures who blocked them for the first time and the low-dimensional creatures who blocked them for the second time all came from the same planet in this universe.
He knew that this was where the consciousness fragments of the fifth universe were located... Without the addition of the will of the universe, it would be impossible for this planet to give birth to two lives of this level in succession. In other words, this planet was the most difficult place to conquer in this universe.
Azathoth did not rashly attempt to devour the planet, but started from other directions of the universe and approached the planet little by little. After a long time, Chaos and others launched the third attack.
This time, the dormant cosmic consciousness, for some reason, suddenly burst out with powerful willpower. Not only was it not directly swallowed and assimilated by Azathoth, it actually tried to attack Him instead!
However, no matter how powerful the cosmic consciousness was, it was no match for Azathoth, the ruler of this world. In a fierce battle, it was gradually suppressed to a disadvantage.
Just as the battle between the two was reaching its climax, a meteor suddenly broke through the barrier of the world where Azathoth was!
It was a strange building. On the plaque at the gate were written the words "Mental Hospital of the Gods". The moment the hospital appeared, Azathoth was forcibly dragged into one of the wards. The other four cosmic debris whose energy had been swallowed up were also sucked into the first, second, third, and fourth wards at the same time.
At the same time, Chaos, who was in a coma because his consciousness was severed by Azathoth and sent into a low-dimensional world, was also absorbed into the hospital and became a sleeping nurse.
Then…
Then what
Recalling this, Azathoth suddenly felt a sharp pain in his consciousness, and a sense of separation surged into his mind.
He doesn't remember what happened next
Azathoth recalled for a long time, but could not remember what happened next. Instead, the pain in his mind became more and more intense. He simply suppressed this thought for the time being, turned his head to look at Chaos in the courtyard, and slowly spoke:
"What happened before I woke up?"
"Nothing happened?" Chaos blinked. "I just saw you suddenly run out of the room, say a few words incoherently, and then go to open the door... and then you were gone."
"Unconscious... Is this the backlash of the cosmic consciousness?" Azathoth narrowed his deep eyes, his aching consciousness was a little confused, and he asked again,
"The fifth universe, did I succeed in swallowing it?"
Upon hearing this question, Chaos's expression was somewhat subtle. He spoke as a matter of course: "It succeeded! You are Lord Azathoth, how could there be something you can't do?"
Hearing this answer, a hint of coldness suddenly flashed in Azathoth's eyes!
His figure instantly crossed the second floor of the hospital and came in front of Chaos. From his dark eyes, there emanated a pressure that was enough to crush the universe!
"You... dared to lie to me?"
"Lie to you? Lord Azathoth! How dare I lie to you!!" Chaos screamed in horror, "I was created by you, I am your child! My consciousness was born from you, how could I possibly lie to you?"
"You said I had already devoured the fifth universe... Why don't I feel my power grow?"
Azathoth stared at Chaos, and a dark tentacle suddenly stretched out from nothingness, whistling and smashing towards Chaos, but it only passed through lightly, blasting the grass under its feet into pieces!
"Also, why can't I touch you? You no longer have my scent on you. You are not Chaos... Who are you?"
“I… I…” Chaos’ body trembled slightly, as if he was frightened and unable to utter a word.
"Where is the fifth universe?"
Azathoth spoke grimly.
[Chaos] lowered his head and did not answer.
Azathoth seemed to have noticed something. His dark eyes narrowed slightly and he slowly turned his head to look at the fifth ward on the second floor of the hospital building.
Today, the first, second, third and fourth wards are four crazy cosmic wreckages. The sixth ward is where "He" is. What about the fifth ward
"Is it there?"
Azathoth instantly flashed to the fifth ward, grabbed the door handle of the ward, and twisted it hard!
"Lord Azathoth, no!" Chaos's cry came from behind.
But it was too late.
Azathoth opened the door of the fifth ward and was suddenly stunned when he saw the scene inside.
Inside this ward, there was no crazy and chaotic universe as imagined, but only pieces of shriveled and dull cosmic shells, densely stacked together like translucent snake skins, like countless old cardboards piled up in an abandoned warehouse, almost filling up the entire ward!
Judging from the size of these cosmic shells, they are all part of the fifth universe.
No, it's impossible...
There has only ever been one Fifth Universe, so where do these hundreds of millions of Fifth Universe shells in front of us come from
Azathoth stared blankly at the cosmic shells that filled the ward. From these cosmic shells, He could feel an extremely familiar breath... It was His own breath.
These universes were all created by Himself...
"How could this happen... When did I..." A strong pain burst out from Azathoth's mind again, as if countless needles were piercing His consciousness. He held his head with both hands and spoke in confusion.
"No... I didn't do these... Why would I replicate so many fifth universe bodies... No..."
"This is not me! I... not me..."
"Who am I? I am not Azathoth... ? I am Azathoth!"
"No, I am not Azathoth... I will not do this... Then who am I? Who am I..."
At the same time, a virtual panel emerged above Azathoth's head, and on that panel, a progress bar was jumping wildly.
"Azathoth's healing progress: 73%... 61%... 54%... 47%..."
Azathoth was squatting on the ground struggling in pain, with countless fragments of memory flashing rapidly in his mind. In addition to his own, there were also memories of another person... no, it should be the memory of another universe.
“Who am I… Who am I… I am…”
Countless chaotic thoughts almost burst Azathoth's mind. He suddenly raised his head and stumbled into his sixth ward. He searched through the tables and chairs for paper and pen to record something, but he couldn't find it in a hurry.
As a last resort, he could only grab a knife from the table, rush to a white wall, and try hard to carve something.
But for some reason, the blade of the knife scraped across the wall without leaving any trace, as if someone had covered it with a layer of wallpaper... Azathoth growled and slapped the wall hard with his hand!
boom!!
The pure white wallpaper fluttered down like butterflies, and a wall that had already been covered with countless knife marks was exposed to the air!
Azathoth stood there in a daze.