Deep under the sea, in the center of the city of R'lyeh, there is a stone statue with an octopus head, a fat body and two bat wings.
The statue looks weird, but it doesn't have any life fluctuations, only a dull coercion envelopes the audience.
The 999-level seafood has strong attributes, and they have long adapted to this dull pressure, and they don't think it's too scary.
But when the statue suddenly opened its eyes, everything changed in an instant, and the lifeless dead thing suddenly contained a huge amount of life force.
An indescribable fog shrouded it, making it difficult for seafood to see the statue clearly.
The terrifying coercion pushed over like mountains and seas, and the movements became slow.
Kemeng opened his eyes and looked at the city of R'lyye, which was piled up with green boulders. His heart was calm, and he thought that his gaze was not malicious.
But in the eyes of the new visitors to R'lyeh, a pair of very scary eyes suddenly appeared in the center of R'lyeh, and the maliciousness that penetrated into the brain invaded every nerve.
The unbearable seafood fell into madness, lost his mind, and lost his will in the chaos.
With some fragile seafood, the brains exploded.
Kemon watched R'lyeh restore the old order, and was speechless for a while.
Is the boring daily routine of Mr. Ke going to start again, Mr. Ke thought to himself.
At this time, in the city of R'lyye, a decayed and gloomy ghost flew out from a corner.
It came when Cthulhu's consciousness fell asleep, but it was a pity that Cthulhu hadn't woken up at that time.
The seal of the ancient gods is very powerful, locking up a lot of deadly power, and the sleeping Ke Zong is almost no different from a statue.
But Ke is too strong. Once he wakes up, the terrifying power will wake up with him. The ancient gods can only restrict and weaken him, but cannot make him submit.
Now that Mr. Ke is awake, the ghost apostle feels the familiar pressure, and immediately flies over to report to Mr. Ke the latest gains.
Kemen collected his mind and listened carefully to the other party's progress report.
Looking at the other party's cautious and trembling appearance, there is a sense of sight as a newcomer in the workplace reporting to his immediate boss.
The black ghost reported to him that all the adventurers had returned.
At first, the black ghosts were in shock, not sure whether they returned after failing to make sacrifices or for other reasons.
They have conducted a thorough investigation on this, and through methods such as bewitching, coercion, or torture, they learned from a very small number of adventurers the reason for their collective disappearance.
The reason turned out to be that a certain high-dimensional game rule restricts their personal freedom. When the game maintainer announced the downtime for maintenance, they had to obey unconditionally and leave there until the game was opened again before they could be sent back to the adventurer town through a special channel.
The black ghosts have limited knowledge, and it is difficult to understand what the adventurer said, so they can only understand it as:
There is an unknown god who controls the personal freedom of adventurers. The collective disappearance and collective appearance are inseparable from that unknown existence, and the number of his followers is unbelievably large.
So if he continues to infiltrate that town, it is tantamount to occupying his believers in the realm of the unknown god, and he will definitely attract the attention of the unknown god.
The black ghost is caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, they are jealous of so many adventurer resources. They are smart and cunning. They don't know how to die. They can also be resurrected at the altar of the town and retain the memory of the previous life. Although they are not strong, they are all certain. Potential stocks are useless now, but in the next few decades, they will definitely help Mr. Ke and offer useful sacrifices.
On the one hand, he is afraid of the attention of unknown gods. The unknown existence is always unpredictable. He may be weaker than Ke Zong, or equal to the ancient gods, and can seal the great Cthulhu.
Therefore, the black ghost raised the most important issue today, and it hoped that Ke Zong could point out the direction.
The black ghost knows that Ke is always sealed and unable to speak, but it can manipulate fear, suggest it at the spiritual level, and tell it.
Kermon stared at its violently trembling figure, his heart fluctuated.
"The player can actually tell the NPC about the virtual game."
"The NPC really can't understand the player's words, so it can only use the gods to replace the game maintenance theory."
"Believers who invaded unknown gods? They are gamers, and there is no god behind them."
Mr. Ke didn't hesitate, or he didn't need to hesitate at all.
Players are better believer resources than NPCs. Now the level is low and there are no good things, but when the level is high, there must be good things.
Such a sub-question is in front of me, how can I not want it.
Kermon stared at the black ghost, using the power of manipulating fear, to instantly control its body.
The whole body of the black ghost trembled because of this, feeling the pressure of great will all over his body, fear made it succumb, and made it dare not have any thoughts of disobeying orders.
After a while, there was an indistinct sound in the consciousness, which made people mentally collapse.
It can't hear the specific content clearly, but it can roughly understand the will that the great existence wants to express—infiltration!
The black ghost came to his senses, and the great Cthulhu decided to attack this unknown god with a huge base of believers and occupy his believers.
The fear like a tide subsided quietly, and the will of the black ghost's body was no longer suppressed, but the residual power left by him still impacted its body over and over again, making its decadent aura deeper and deeper.
After a while, the humble apostle struggled away from R'lyeh.
Mr. Ke has been watching it disappear, and he found that these black ghosts are quite masochistic and crazy.
I was speechless for a long time.
The delirious seafood was fighting in the city, killing crazily.
Ke is always a little bored, he doesn't want to watch them fight, he is already tired of watching them, why not find something to do.
From the moment he landed in R'lyye, he had a vague perception that the dream of reincarnation was opening somewhere.
But because of the arrival of the black ghost, Kemon was not in a hurry to explore the distant dreams.
Now that there was no black ghost, R'lyeh fell into the endless boring routine again, Kemen listened intently, capturing that feeling.
There are many vague connections, not as strong as the connection between "white milk" and "sweetness".
Kemeng worked hard to capture more than ten minutes, and finally communicated with the dream scene that happened in a distant place.
It was a complex of reinforced concrete buildings, and a man was standing in the middle of the road with his whole body soaked, with a look of surprise on his face.
Another piece of reinforced concrete buildings, a woman yelled in the street, asking if anyone was there.
There are also several dreams, where images of forests, farmland, and mountains appear.
This time Kemon perceived many dreams, not just one person dreaming, but a group of people dreaming the same dream.