"Send someone in to record a game video and forget it."
"It's normal to accept mental pollution, let Chen Dong go."
"If you want me to say, it's better for everyone to go. What kind of skill is it to watch outside, and you will only let your own people take risks?"
"Before participating in this operation, everyone signed the contract and knew that they would be polluted. After our activity is over, we will also cleanse our beliefs in the game. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Everyone said a few words, and they didn't need Chen Dong's persuasion, they had already made up their minds to listen to the spiritual pollution.
Until the reality, no player has studied how to control the resistance power, so once you believe in that kind of pollution, you really believe it.
People open their hearts and listen to that faith constantly.
Although I don't know how to control the resistance, I have listened to it many times to give the resistance force many hints, so that the resistance force obeys this kind of spiritual pollution, and regards Cthulhu's call as a legitimate voice.
Not long.
A group of players looked numb, stepping on the solid seabed soil, heading for the green seabed giant city.
The undersea giant city stands in the restricted area, and dozens of strange stone pillars are suspended above the city.
Everyone was delirious, attracted by Cthulhu's call, and walked into the land of La'lye at some point, and came to the core urban area.
The black ghost noticed the approach of the player, slowly floated over, and stopped in front of an inner ghost.
The inner ghost player Chen Dong has also developed the ability of dark vision, and can see black ghosts approaching.
"Wait for my lord to wake up."
The black ghost didn't talk much, and stayed where he was after he finished speaking, with no face or entity.
"Yes!" Chen Dong was very excited, R'lyeh is real, and the great Cthulhu is about to recover.
Actually, it's not that simple.
If Kemon doesn't sleep, the huge statue in the innermost city won't wake up.
Chen Dong waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the god to wake up. Instead, he turned his attention to the strange sculpture in the shape of an octopus head in the city.
The sculpture was huge, with a terrifying face, unformed wings, and countless beards that made people feel disgusted.
After watching the sculpture, his eyes were attracted by the series of treasures around the sculpture.
They emit a dim golden light, some of them are not shining, and the brilliance is contained within.
But for some reason, he knew it must be a good thing before he touched it.
What Chen Dong saw was actually sacrifices offered by believers to evil gods.
If the black ghost knew that he was thinking about those things, he might have killed him on the spot.
"Ah!" The players around him also gradually recovered some of their sanity, and cried out in pain.
But they quickly lost themselves in the manic mood.
Some people can remain rational for a moment, sometimes sober, and sometimes show adoring expressions, uttering words of admiration to the statue, which is very contradictory.
The black ghost was indifferent, floating on the ground, and the tattered cloak seemed to be blown by the wind.
"I have to go offline, it's so uncomfortable here."
Some people regained their rationality, felt physical discomfort, and decided to go offline.
Several super negative states that have not been seen have appeared in the status bar.
What's terrible is that those super negative states don't have any words to identify them.
Click on these status icons with consciousness, and the text that pops up is full of question marks.
Negative state: "???", "???", "???"...
So he doesn't know what ghost influence it is.
According to his understanding, it is an indescribable and incomprehensible influence.
The evil gods are also such things, and their images cannot be accurately described in words.
Ten seconds later.
The person disappeared, he did not enter the combat state, and he can safely go offline.
The rest of the people are also in pain. Occasionally, some people are sober with strong will, but are hesitant to go offline.
After all, the black ghost did not attack them, which is a great thing, enough to observe whether Cthulhu is resurrected, and it must be a big loss to go offline now.
The captain woke up and stared at the game's recording system. It was still recording. He breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no guarantee that it would be recorded.
He had photographed the scene of Cthulhu's sacrifice before, but he couldn't see the appearance of the evil god at all.
At this time, someone boldly asked the black ghost while awake: "Is this the era of the second week?"
The black ghost glanced at the player, "I don't know what you're talking about, shut up!"
After finishing speaking, the player's mouth was sealed, and he couldn't speak, his eyes were wide open, and he was very wronged.
Chen Dong looked at the player who had received the sealing curse with pitiful eyes, instead of complaining for him, he felt funny in his heart.
After a while.
The player whose mouth was sealed was not in a good state of mind, and fell into a manic state again, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, "You are all dead, the stars are about to return!"
But after the manic state ended, he didn't remember it, but was reminded that he just went crazy.
"It's terrible, the environment is too depressing, I'm going offline first."
He couldn't bear the atmosphere of Raliyah, so he took the initiative to go offline safely.
Chen Dong remained silent, supporting himself silently.
Other restricted areas also have such a terrifying environment, but La'lye feels different.
This place seems to be extraordinarily real, making people feel cold to the bone and to the soul.
Others were uncomfortable, but Chen Dong felt very comfortable.
This is a reward from the gods, and being able to live in this environment is a blessing from a lifetime of cultivation.
However, he thought that he would have to wash away his faith after this expedition was over, and he couldn't help worrying about whether he would have the chance to play the game next time.
"Maybe, I don't have a next chance?"
While Chen Dong was muttering to himself, suddenly, the feeling of the whole La'laiye changed, and there was an indescribable feeling.
The black ghost also moved, and flew over there, very emotional, as if it was welcoming the return of its god.
Palpitating fluctuations emanated from the sculpture in the center of the city, and an indescribable gray mist gushed out.
The image of any octopus head has become a thing of the past, as if it was just an illusion in the hearts of human beings, an image of their perception of terror in their hearts.
When two beams of red eyes came out through the gray fog, the souls of the players trembled, and their legs trembled.
Cthulhu, the evil god, wake up!
Chen Dong's legs trembled, feeling both terror and excitement at the same time.
He had had enough of being a member of the fanatic and undercover for many years.
Seeing the true God, there will be no regrets in this life!
The other players were still rational, but as the statue woke up, their mouths uttered a terrible voice, their sanity fell, and their expressions were manic and distorted.
…
Kemeng opened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the sea that hadn't been there for three days. He didn't need too many words to instantly feel that there were dozens of creatures in the city.
"A player has come in." Kemon realized.
The pile as high as a hill in front of him was a bit of an eyesore, but Kermon could still sense the number of players and the ancient and decayed black ghost.