His long, flexible tongue reeled up the desperate crewman, and he soon followed in his brother's footsteps.
The sacrifices on the island are still going on, and the murals behind the rock monument are almost completely formed.
The old man who was presiding over the sacrifice stopped his actions as if he had lost his mind.
“So this is God’s gift to us.
Gift
Hahahahaha?"
He laughed crazily. He had already understood that the gods had never favored them and only treated them like animals.
Every full moon sacrifice every hundred years is a harvest.
It turns out that all this was a lie!
Ever since our ancestors obtained this huge monument of God from the seashore, the peaceful life has been disrupted!
The so-called black fog is no different from the gods they believe in.
The old man smiled desperately and helplessly, and as he smiled, tears of blood flowed from his eyes.
"My child, I will give you a quick death!"
The old man's sudden change caught everyone present off guard. They didn't understand what had happened, but they just felt uneasy.
The sturdy man was a warrior in the tribe. After the old man changed, he somersaulted a few times and used his nimble body to climb to a higher place.
The island was surrounded by black fog.
According to the inheritance of knowledge, the black fog would be blocked outside the island by the stone tablet, but this time it was not the case.
A terrifying aura emanated from the black fog, and despair was quietly approaching.
They have nowhere to escape!
The small animals in the jungle ran towards the center of the island and hid under the altar, trembling.
The big brown bear, who usually rules the jungle, was now shivering in a human-like manner, holding his head. He was pissing and shitting all over his body, and smelly stuff was stuck to the hair behind him.
The warrior's eyes were filled with fear and despair, and a crazy roar came from his mouth.
"What we worship is not God at all! It's the devil!"
The old man stabbed the girl's chest with the sharp knife at the end of his cane, and the sharp knife penetrated the heart under the ribs.
The pure girl's blood slowly flowed from the altar, and the old man immediately turned his cane upside down and shouted,
"Instead of being swallowed by darkness, it is better to use forbidden secret techniques to give it a try! Hahahahaha!"
The old man placed the skull-shaped part of the cane on the ground, with the sharp knife facing upwards.
The old man, with tears and blood on his face, put a sharp knife to his chin and chanted a sad spell in an ancient language.
"Foolish sacrificer, you bought time with your life,
Innocent devotee, you paid for your salvation with your life.
Dark invader, we resist you with the light of our souls.
With the final struggle of the soul, we become one!
With the desperate roar of the soul, we are not afraid of death!
Death is not the end of our journey, but the beginning of it! "
After chanting the spell, the old man stabbed the knife through his chin with force, and the knife went through his head.
The tip of the blade protruded from the top of the skull, carrying red and white brain matter.
There seemed to be a strange ringing sound all around, "Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling."
The blood flowing from the girl's body condensed into a strange mark on the ground. All the lives near the altar were affected by this mark and became unconscious.
They began to fight each other, swallowing and gnawing every living thing they saw with their mouths.
They are like hungry ghosts crawling out of hell. Even if they have no more food in their stomachs, they will still continue to bite each other.
You bite my shoulder and I bite your chest.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere under the influence of the mark, and the strange mark absorbed the blood that flowed to the ground.
Some smaller lives were slowly affected by the mark and began to mutate. The first to change were the elf-like squirrels active in the jungle.
All the hair on the squirrels fell off, and they became flesh rats with only the skin left, but their eyes turned scarlet.
After a few seconds, the squirrel's flesh and internal organs fell to the ground like mud that could not be propped up against a wall, leaving only a pile of moving bones.
The mutation happened so fast that no living creature present was spared, and all turned into bones that were wrestling and biting each other.
The bones fused with each other, and the souls of all creatures in the altar gathered together, becoming the most dazzling light on this deserted island shrouded in darkness.
Under the influence of the mark conjured by the spell, the lives around the altar have become one.
Their souls were tortured in the process of transformation, and the pain of mutual biting and feedback was reflected in their souls. Their souls roared silently, resentfully deceiving their God.
Their skeletons intertwined to form a monster about six meters tall.
The larger brown bear skeleton became the base of the monster, while the bones of smaller animals were broken into pieces, filling the gaps between the bones.
Four pairs of spider-like legs extend from behind the huge base, and above the base of the brown bear incarnation is a huge human-shaped upper body composed of a human skull and torso.
The flesh and blood covering the ground seemed to have its own life, wriggling towards the monster and covering every bone.
Hus, who was standing on the coast, felt the same terrifying pressure coming from the altar in the center of the deserted island, but there was obviously an extremely terrifying existence in the black fog in front of him, and Hus had no choice.
The remaining crew members followed Hus's footsteps and rushed towards the center of the deserted island. The black fog was spreading rapidly behind them, silently swallowing up the space they had available to escape.
Running out of the jungle, they saw the light.
That is the radiance of the souls of the indigenous people.
A touch of crimson, carrying with it resentment, indignation, unwillingness, and an angry glow.
Many souls merged together, roaring a sound that no one could understand.
"Dagon!"
The crimson soul descended into the monster formed of flesh and bones, giving it the ability to move.
Scarlet light burned in the eyes of the humanoid above the monster, and its big mouth opened and let out a shrill scream.
The human-shaped arms opened, and scarlet balls of light lit up in the palms of both hands, and were thrown into the depths of the black fog.
Hus and others turned pale with fright when they saw this scene, but they did not stop for a moment.
Huss quickly ran past the limbs of the flesh and blood monster and went around behind the giant stone tablet.
But the crew members were not so lucky. They were accidentally touched by those limbs and were assimilated by the flesh and blood monsters in a few seconds and became one of them.
From behind the stone tablet, Hus saw two balls of light thrown by the flesh and blood monster cut through the black fog, revealing the true form of the dark thing in the black fog.
A pair of eyes appeared from the depths of the darkness, mocking the islanders' futile struggles.
It is a creature that cannot be understood by humans.
There is an ancient and mysterious aura about him, even older than the aura of the holy objects enshrined in the church.
It was a giant creature with a fish head and a human body, Dagon, the ancestor of the Deep Ones.
Two balls of light hit Dagon's body and ignited pale flames, but they were instantly extinguished by the mucus on Dagon's body.
Dagon strode towards the flesh and blood monster that was roaring at him. There was always an upward arc on the fish's mouth, as if provoking the flesh and blood monsters transformed from the residents.
Dagon opened his mouth, let out a high-pitched sharp sound, and slapped the humanoid upper body of the flesh and blood monster with a fishy sound.
The upper torso composed of countless skulls never seemed to want to confront Dagon head-on, but instead stretched out its hands composed of people's hard shins to block the blow from Dagon.
Dagon's giant palm formed a pure force of crushing, slapping away the pieces of flesh attached to the arms of the flesh monster. After the pieces of flesh were separated from the body, they turned into blood-red smoke and drifted in the air.
The flesh and blood monster was not being beaten unilaterally. When it was hit by Dagon, the humanoid upper body opened its skull-like mouth and some smelly acid spurted out of its mouth.
The acid fell on Dagon's body and immediately reacted with the mucus on his body.
A sizzling sound came from Dagon's body, and holes of varying sizes appeared on his body.
The acid caused so many burns that one could even see the inside of Dagon's body from some places.
Unlike ordinary creatures, Dagon does not have a complex internal organ system like ordinary flesh and blood creatures, but only a set of digestive organs, heart and lungs.
There is no excretion system because Dagon does not need to excrete. Everything Dagon eats will be converted into energy by his powerful stomach and stored in his body.
Such a digestive system is not found in any other organism known to man.
The wounds caused by the flesh monster slowly healed under Dagon's recovery ability, but the acid continued to hinder the recovery of the wounds.
Dagon was somewhat embarrassed by the acid and started to take it seriously.
Originally, in Dagon's mind, he was an overwhelming existence and did not need to be on guard against this kind of carbon-based creature.
In front of Old Ones like Dagon, carbon-based creatures are just predators, a species that can be consumed at will and eaten like food.
Unexpectedly, he almost suffered a serious blow because of underestimating these carbon-based creatures, which reminded Dagon of a war thousands of years ago.
Dagon did not participate in it and was able to walk in the world all the time, but it was the carbon-based creatures that won that war.
It's really ironic.
The pain in Dagon's body stimulated Dagon's mind. He no longer thought about those unrealistic ideas. He wanted to quickly solve and devour these annoying predators.
Dagon took two steps back, and a strong suction force appeared in the fish's mouth.
It absorbed the black fog floating around it and the water on the sea.
The beach was filled with a scene similar to that seen before the tsunami, revealing the corals that were usually hidden under the water.
Its big mouth is like a bottomless pit, constantly sucking in black fog and sea water.
After being inhaled by Dagon, the black mist and sea water were not digested, but were compressed again and again in his mouth.
After a while, Dagon stopped absorbing the water, and a black stream of water rushed towards the flesh and blood monster.
The water column contained powerful impact and explosive force, and it went straight towards the human-shaped head.
The red light in the humanoid eyes of the flesh monster's upper body flickered, as if it was considering how to dodge the attack.
The limbs of the lower body moved quickly, thus creating a short distance between it and the oncoming water column, but the water column automatically turned as if it had a spirit, always tracking the movements of the flesh and blood monster.
When the flesh and blood monster saw that the situation was not good, it reversed its limbs. The eight limbs turned over and the soles of the feet gathered on top of the human monster's head, forming a tower of flesh and blood.
The water column bombarded the Tower of Flesh and Blood from the side. A large amount of flesh pieces changed color after being hit by the water column, turning into a disgusting purple-blue color and could not turn into the blood-red smoke.
A painful scream came from the Tower of Flesh and Blood. All the flesh and blood on the body were infected by the water column, turning purple and blue and then falling off, condensing into a purple and blue ball of flesh.
The only bit of scarlet flesh was preserved in the upper torso of the humanoids, but their souls could no longer sustain themselves.
Without the power to continue to drive the Tower of Flesh and Blood to attack, their souls were imprinted into the mural under the effect of the mark.
Dagon walked with the pace of a king on inspection, arrogantly coming to the tower where only bones were left. He picked up the purple-blue ball of flesh, put it in his mouth, chewed it for a while, and then returned to the sea.
When Dagon walked to the seashore and looked back at the deserted island, Hus felt his soul shocked.
That look was full of teasing, but also seemed to contain some expectation.
That glance planted a seed of faith in Hus's mind.
Huss came to his senses and looked at the tower of bones in front of him, the houses destroyed in the battle, and the flame still burning in the altar. He couldn't help but begin to doubt the nature of the world.
He walked out from behind the stone tablet and looked up at the strangely shaped clay statue.
He kneeled down on the ground involuntarily, prostrating himself, and said,
"Hus will forever serve my Lord, the Great Cthulhu."
Hus himself didn't know why he knew that the god symbolized by the statue was called Cthulhu. It was a name he recited unconsciously.
But at that moment, Hus felt the eyes described in the mural.
Those eyes were staring at him from the distant city of R'lyeh.
Although Cthulhu fell into a deep sleep, he still looked at the world indifferently.
When he realized all this, Hus abandoned all his beliefs in the Holy Light.
The Holy Light never appears in the world, and except for the angels that are occasionally summoned, no one can confirm that the Holy Light really exists.
Cthulhu is different. The ancient aura that transcends the Earth’s civilization has affected Hus’s soul.
He involuntarily became the spokesperson of Cthulhu in the world. He wanted to tell the foolish people in the world about the great Cthulhu, make them kneel before the Lord Sleeping in the Deep Sea and become Cthulhu's loyal servants.
I don’t know if Dagon did it on purpose, but there was still a small piece of purple flesh left on the ground.
Even though this mass of flesh and blood gave off a strange and pungent stench, like the smell of rotten fish and shrimp, it still had a strong appeal to Hus.
Hus walked over to the lump of meat and picked up the wet and slippery piece of meat.
The lump of flesh squirmed in his palm like a living heart, but Hus's moral bottom line as a human being warned him not to do this.
A struggle appeared on Hus's face. He turned his head away hard so as not to look at the little ball of flesh that was throbbing.
“These are all living beings!”
Hus roared in his heart.
But there seemed to be a demon whispering in his mind.
"Eat, eat, this is the most delicious food in the world for humans.
Eat, eat, if you eat you will surpass humans.
Eat it, eat it, and you will be the most loyal believer of Cthulhu."
Huss couldn't control his right hand, which was holding the lump of meat, and slowly moved it closer to his mouth.
Huss tried to hold down his right hand with his left hand, but he could not do it no matter how hard he tried.
The veins on his left hand were already showing, but his right hand seemed to be doing something insignificant.
The purple-blue mass of flesh finally reached Huss's mouth, and the devil in his mind finally defeated the last bit of humanity and morality.
Huss took big bites of it, as if the fishy smell of rotten fish and smelly shrimp was the sweetest liquid in the world.
He finished the whole meat ball in just two or three bites.
The meat mass was digested into a strange mucus in Huss's stomach and absorbed by his internal organs.
The process made Hus close his eyes in so much pain, and he bent down and knelt on the ground.
The light of the full moon shone on the clay statue of Cthulhu, and the pair of gem-inlaid eyes reflected brilliant light.
Huss fell into a coma, and when he woke up, he had completely lost his humanity.
There was only indifference in his eyes, and the unkempt beard on his chin moved in the wind like little snakes twisting their bodies.
Huss, the loyal servant of the Holy Light, fell and became a follower of Cthulhu, becoming the future leader of the Cthulhu sect.
He brought a few small Cthulhu statues from the island, wrapped them in burlap, and placed them on the sailboat.
Hus no longer needed sailors. Instead, the boundless ocean gave him a sense of belonging, as if a baby returned to its mother's arms.
He furled the long sails; the wind would only affect his voyage, and the ocean currents would carry Hus to his final destination.
Huss placed the Cthulhu statues in the captain's cabin and sat at the bow of the sailboat.
The ocean current drove the docked sailboat out to sea.
Those deadly sharks swam past the side of the sailboat, and when they sensed the breath emanating from Huss, they jumped out of the water like dolphins and greeted Huss.
A playful young shark leaped onto the sailboat and turned over its white belly for Hus to touch.
Huss realized that these sharks were also believers of Cthulhu.
This endless ocean is the sea of Cthulhu.
Although the king is asleep, his majesty remains.
“Perhaps humans are just too naive to understand the greatness of Cthulhu.
On the contrary, these simple animals understand this better than the self-righteous humans. "
Hus thought with emotion.
Following the ocean current, Hus came to that distant continent, which later generations called the Kingdom of Xuan.
His sailboat stopped at a deserted and dangerous place - the Black Reef of Despair.