What's terrible is that Cthulhu's blood volume has been dropping all the way, and his blood recovery ability can't keep up.
These Cthulhu believers are not strong, they are not true gods, and they do not have god-like observation ability.
On the contrary, Colin and other true god players who slipped away to watch the battle can see it most clearly.
They looked up, and saw that the nameless fog in the La'lyeh area was swallowed up by the disappearing black hole, revealing the starry sky without trace.
Cthulhu's huge inexplicable figure stands in the universe, and its volume is infinite, as if the entire universe can barely accommodate his enlarged body.
Although there is a green blood recovery special effect on the crazy blood loss blood bar, in front of the eyes of the true god players, what you see is not the special effect, but the regular power competition between blood reduction and blood recovery.
"Amon is too strong, he actually crushed Cthulhu unilaterally."
"Cthulhu's blood is not full. If he doesn't have a new way to kill Amon, he will definitely die."
Colin looked at the long blood bar. Various rules were head-to-head, but Amon's rules were stronger and more domineering, and the balance of dominance was also tilting towards Amon.
"If Amon had switched to another attack method, Cthulhu would have already recovered full blood. Amon is really too strong. Which path is he taking?"
"I don't know."
Colin smiled wryly. If it wasn't for this battle of gods, it would be difficult for him to see how strong Amon is.
Looking at it now, it is still unfathomable, even the boss of the second week can't do anything to Kemeng.
The evil god Cthulhu has also noticed that no matter how much he fights, it will be difficult to smooth out the drop in health.
If it weren't for his research on the power of rules in the field of health, he would have been killed by Kemon long ago.
"..." Cthulhu made a series of voices of unknown meaning.
Kemon was pulling the opponent's lifeline, and immediately felt Cthulhu's big move.
The deep voice contained the power of the rules of the dream, and penetrated into Kemon's head.
Even if Kemeng turns off his hearing, these sounds can directly invade Kemon's body through the relationship between "dream host and host".
This relationship comes from the system, because many times in dreams to control Cthulhu's body, this relationship has become an uninterruptible relationship.
Although Kemon has also studied dreams, he is still a bit overwhelmed by Cthulhu's field of expertise.
This is the opponent's trick. Cthulhu is very knowledgeable about the rules of dreams, otherwise he would not have opened up the dreams of billions of people into a super dream world.
In the blink of an eye.
Kemen was dragged by Cthulhu into his temporary dream world.
…
I don't know how long it has been.
Kemeng could feel that his body had gone through several reincarnations, his life was dying again and again, and he was reborn again and again.
"Mr. Ke, it's so early?"
A gentle greeting in the style of Mrs. Chen woke Kemeng from his dream.
This is Blue Star, his home.
Kemen is a true god, and he has not forgotten the past. He instantly remembered everything and knew that he was fighting Cthulhu.
But his soul has fallen into a dream created by Cthulhu.
"This dream has to be broken."
Kemen looked into the distance, and the sun was rising in the distant sky, but the light couldn't cover the shadow silhouette that was so magnificent that it blocked the sky.
The outline of the head is like an octopus head, with countless tentacles and beards on the chin, and the fat body is beyond description. In short, any shape is acceptable, depending on one's inner imagination.
Kemen blinked, and heard Mrs. Chen downstairs say hello again.
"Mr. Ke? Do you want breakfast?"
Looking downstairs, the shadow under Mrs. Chen's feet stretched out countless twisted tentacles.
"No, thank you."
Kermon stretched out his hand in the air, trying to urge the Shadow Grabber, but he caught nothing, and nothing was caught.
"By the way, this is a dream he fabricated, which can distort my cognition."
Kermon soon understood why the Shadow Grazer failed.
Mrs. Chen sprayed disinfectant, walked into the house, and rolled out the breakfast cart.
Chen Momo rushed out and waved his hand at him. The octopus headdress on his hair shook his head, as if a voice rose from the bottom of his heart: "Good morning, Brother Amon, do you want breakfast?"
There was also a distorted shadow under Chen Momo's feet, baring his teeth and claws, as if demonstrating against Kemeng.
Kemen felt something in his heart, and looked back at his own shadow.
I saw Chen Xi pull out a deep black shadow, stretching from the soles of the feet to the wall, the distorted shape was covered with tentacles, like the shadow of a demonized monster.
Kemen moved his arm, and several tentacles danced in the dark shadow, as if he was not a person, but a monster.
"No, it's fake." Kemon didn't believe it was his shadow.
After he became a god, his own shadow was no longer a concrete entity that could be defined arbitrarily.
Kemen's shadow can be changed according to his heart, and the shape of the shadow can be completely born by his heart.
But at this moment, the shadow moved with his hand, which obviously did not conform to Kemon's cognition.
This obvious cognitive difference allowed Kemon to find a breakthrough.
Kermon walked out of the room and went to the street, refusing today's breakfast.
Chen Momo felt very sad, but Kemeng felt a strange dream danger from the food. It was a thing called habit. As long as you followed the habits set by the dream, you could be assimilated by the dream into a member of the dream.
"Thanks, I'm not hungry."
Then, he moved with his steps, and the shadow under his feet would also move with him.
Kermon observed his own shadow like this, and walked towards the giant transparent shadow on the horizon. Only that giant shadow was real, and everyone else was a fabricated virtual person.
One step, ten steps, one hundred steps, one thousand steps.
The shadow changes with him, but Kermon's heart is trying to change the shape of the shadow.
After watching too much, you will naturally see the connection between the shadow and him, and through this connection, you can peek at the rules of the dream world behind it.
"I found your flaw."
There was a flash of light in Kemeng's eyes, and with the surge of magic power, he reached out and pinched his own shadow.
His shadow is the embodiment of Cthulhu's will. He tried to use dreams to transform Kemen's thinking, erode him from dreams, use habits to wear away Kemen's spirituality, and make Kemen the evil god clone of the second week's boss.
But Kemeng did not surrender. He woke up in the dream that had gone through several reincarnations, and within a few minutes, he instantly saw through the distorted cognition in the dream and corrected his cognitive thinking.
As soon as he reached out, he pinched a lifeline representing Cthulhu.
Following his pinch, the evil god Cthulhu knew that something was wrong.
The dream has no effect on Kemeng after waking up, and his blood will continue to decrease until he dies.
He doesn't want to see that.
Ever since, Cthulhu entangled his lifeline with Kemon.
Either live or die.
Kemon also felt the loss of life force, as if if he pinched it any longer, he would die.
"It's useless, I can already see the true face of the dream." Kemeng's mouth was bleeding, but his eyes were firm.
The five fingers of the right hand moved, they clenched even tighter, and pulled them up by the roots.
"Kemon!" The evil god called out angrily in Kemen's native language for the first time.
"Die in peace, we can't live together, we can only choose one of the two!" Kemon calmly pinched Cthulhu's lifeline.
At that moment, the evil god died, and Kemeng's own vitality was instantly emptied.
Cthulhu was very powerful, and he used a trick against Kemeng, wanting him to let him go, but Kemeng still killed him with his life.
After pinching the lifeline, the huge fuzzy phantom of the cosmic background fell down.
The ground of the dreamland under their feet cracked, and countless dreamland people cried out for help.
The white light engulfed everyone, and then the white light turned black. The two main forces supporting the dream were gone, and it collapsed to zero in an instant.
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An unknown small world of demons.
The dark red magma slowly wriggled, spouting a huge amount of sulfide gas.
In the center of the magma, on a rock that never melts, stands a cross.
A phantom with a fuzzy human silhouette stood upside down, with its hands straight outstretched, its legs stretched upwards, and it was nailed to the cross without blinking its eyes.
next second.
The human-shaped creature on the cross shook its eyelids, and suddenly showed signs of life.