They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 380 Joy
"How foolish those poor lambs are! Often, with just a little guidance, they can do many things that even we can't imagine, giving us endless surprises."

Isn't she adorably silly?

"Are you not even pretending anymore?"

"Why pretend? Even if I scold them for being stupid to their faces, what can they say? After all, they are a group of people who can pray for the Great Judgment Day to come sooner in the face of the Great Judgment Day."

Even if I said these words to their faces, they would only be grateful for the mercy and greatness of my Lord.

Haha, of course! There is nothing greater than the sun, light, or fire.

He raised the scales in his left hand and the sword in his right: "Your so-called Lord of Trade is nothing but an incomplete authority stuffed into a human body. Don't forget, His current body is just a human."

Humans are fundamentally incapable of exercising divine authority.

Simply bearing this identity is exhausting for humans, let alone having to bear the authority of the Faceless Ones.

“But I’m different. I’m God. I can absorb and utilize them better, and I can also avoid those risks.”

The plague laughed, and soon, the creatures that had been inspired opened their eyes and whispered the name of their father in unison.

[Great messenger, great joy, great father]

We receive your myriad blessings and await the arrival of chaos.

Serge's expression finally changed slightly. He had heard the believers' responses. All the clones could hear their messages, but unlike now, the clones never responded to them.

The sight of someone impersonating the Faceless God and calling upon them ignited a long-dormant rage in Serge, and at that moment, Nordens launched a reckless attack on him.

"Old man, it seems today it's either you or me who dies."

He was eager to find an outlet for his anger, and as soon as he said this, a golden cobra-headed scepter appeared in his hand. The snake's eyes were made of the most precious rubies, and an ancient eye pattern was engraved on its head.

Barkley has a long tradition of eye worship, and people believe in the Eye of Horus, which symbolizes the "sun" and the "moon," as well as wisdom and insight.

As soon as the scepter appeared, the Black Pharaoh's aura changed drastically, as if he had instantly become a king exuding a dark aura.

His scepter pointed at Nordens, and his voice seemed to echo in all directions.

【Kneel down】

Upon hearing this, Nordens actually had a fleeting thought of submitting. He was immediately horrified, knowing that Serge was only Meme Three at the moment, and there was no reason for him to be forced into this situation.

The Black Pharaoh alone exuded such a powerful sense of oppression, while the Night Demon in the sky hadn't even made a move yet.

Nordens roared, forcefully recovering from the oppressive aura. He pointed at Sherger: "You could have stopped your followers from arriving, so why did you let them?"

"You have no right to know."

The Black Pharaoh's scepter emitted a golden light: "Since you like my followers so much, I'll give you more—"

"You're thinking……"

"not good!"

Nordenston's eyes widened instantly. He discovered that the supernatural beings around him, who had already died, rapidly shriveled up after coming into contact with that eerie light, as if something had instantly emptied their internal organs, turning them into mummies.

The next second, these creatures, now mummified, stood up and all turned their gazes toward the Plague Knight.

At this moment, the believers in the dream realm also arrived one after another. They saw that three incarnations of Nyarlathotep existed here at once, and they all praised their Lord's actions.

Even if His actions are irrational, they are interesting and reasonable to believers.

Praise the Father!

The "resurrected" mummies knelt down in large numbers, their dry, hoarse voices emanating from their throats.

Praise the Father!

Nordens stared at the ground, his hands itching to strike. It was rare to see so many Nyarlathotep followers gathered. With just a slight blow, they would be wiped out.

But just as He was about to do so, the Black Pharaoh's attack had already reached Him, and the Night Demon opened his mouth, with black flames rising from within.

Instantly, Nordens took defensive measures, covering his body with his robes. Little did he expect that the attacks from the two avatars would not strike him, but instead would go directly downwards towards the faithful believers.

"What are you doing?!" He became even angrier, his hair and beard almost burning with anger.

Sherger remained expressionless: "These guys can't even tell the difference between real and fake, there's no need to keep them around."

"Today they might gather for an insignificant person, but tomorrow they might dare to turn their spearhead directly at me."

The believers on the ground became even more excited when they saw the Black Pharaoh and the Night Demon's attack coming.

Some even stood up and began to sing Mass at the top of their lungs, while believers danced and gesticulated, holding each other's hands or other limbs.

Look, they've come to kill them.

At this moment, their lives have reached the pinnacle of value.

The plague ignored this, since these were not His believers anyway, and their deaths had little to do with Him. But with so many creatures gathering here and dying, wasn't it the perfect place for the plague to spread?

"You are only courting your own destruction."

He glanced at the feather weights on the scales: "God says that everyone should return to the Lord's embrace."

"boom------"

With a deafening roar, an exceptionally blinding white light spread rapidly, and everyone closed their eyes.

When the white light faded, all the extraordinary creatures on the ground had turned into skeletons, piled up into mountains, looking both magnificent and terrifying.

The knight felt a little regretful, after all, he hadn't expected that the Black Pharaoh and the Night Demon's abilities could completely decompose flesh and blood, making it impossible for him to unleash his methods.

He was no longer in the mood to play with those people, so he swung his sword and severed the head of the somewhat tired Atlach. He squatted down and grabbed Atlach's hair: "Madam, now you should let me leave here, otherwise, your head may be in danger."

Atlach blinked his eight eyes: "Do I look like a creature that would die from losing its head?"

"It doesn't look like it, so now I'm going to eat your head so you can never recover."

As He spoke, He opened His mouth again.

Atlach's expression changed slightly. He knew how powerful the person before him was, and if he were to be eaten by him, it would be very troublesome.

In reality, there are still those plague doctors. The Plague Knight can't kill them all. As long as he dares to show his face, those plague doctors will definitely not let him go.

So Atlach compromised.

"I'm so sorry, Black Pharaoh, I never thought I'd be so cowardly."

"boom!"

Serge slammed his scepter down on Nordens's waist, watching him clutch his back and wail in pain, too preoccupied to pay attention to the commotion on Atlas's side.

The Night Demon merely floated there, flapping its wings. Perhaps it had not yet found a body to attach itself to, and was not fully awake. For now, it could only perform some activities within the dream realm.

Upon seeing this, the Plague Knight raised his head high: "Let me leave this place."

"Yes, but you need to put my head back into my body first."

The plague took it back without hesitation. It did not believe that Atlaknakia could pose any threat to it. Atlaknakia fell silent the moment the head was returned.

He spoke: "My beliefs differ from those of the Chaos-Hidden Ones. I only hope that you will not harm the Dream Realm again, and that you will not return here after you leave." "I swear to the Rising Sun, this is a knight's oath."

"Thank you."

Atlach walked to the top of the skeletons, with the Plague following behind, witnessing firsthand that Atlach had opened a portal to space.

"Leave now, I'll hold those two avatars back here."

“A wise choice. I have a new respect for you, madam.”

As he spoke, he passed through the portal, which gradually faded away.

But the moment it disappeared, several pitch-black tentacles appeared from behind the door, instantly tearing it open and making it vanish completely.

The Plague Knight was left behind.

"..."

The plague stared in disbelief at the tentacles that had suddenly appeared on its body. It tried to cut them off, but no matter how much it struggled, they seemed to multiply as if they were parasites in its soul.

"Click - click -"

Countless tentacles seemed to grow from His face, leaking out from the slits of His pupils, gradually cracking His helmet.

"what happened!?"

Atlak exclaimed in alarm, "Mr. Plague Knight, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll come to save you right away."

"I'll be right there to rescue you..."

His eyes gleamed with an eerie green light as he spoke and backed away, clearly showing no intention of saving Him.

At this moment, the tentacles had completely ripped open the plague helmet, and the originally sturdy helmet shattered into pieces on the ground. He immediately drew his sword and cut off the tentacles, and then suddenly saw his own reflection on the sword.

His face was now that of Ria Kercha, and the person in the reflection was giving him a friendly smile, as if it were just a nod when meeting a friend. But the plague suddenly gripped the hilt of his sword and pointed the tip at himself.

"Impossible! He can't possibly still be alive!"

"Nordens, Nordens!"

Nordens clutched his waist and instantly appeared in front of the Plague Knight: "Messenger."

"Quickly, help me get rid of these damn tentacles."

"Yes!"

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand, which emitted a soft white light. The tentacles recoiled slightly upon contact with the white light.

The plague's expression eased, but soon He discovered that the tentacles were growing even more rapidly, as if they wanted to turn His entire being, including His horses, into new tentacles.

"Nordens!!!"

“I have already tried my best, messenger!”

Nordens gritted his teeth even more, but his efforts seemed to have no effect at all: "Sir Messenger, these things seem to be the limbs of mythical creatures."

"What mythical creature? I've already devoured Ria Kercha, how could it possibly have any independent consciousness and become a mythical creature?"

"This thing is a parasite living in his soul. Its consciousness is a mutated part of Kelcha's consciousness. In other words, when you swallow him, it's equivalent to swallowing this thing along with your soul."

"I have never seen such a mythical creature before. What right does it have to parasitize me? Nordens, get rid of it!"

"Yes!"

Nordens took the sword from the plague, ready to cut down those things, but at that moment, he was completely swallowed up by those tentacles that suddenly grew wildly.

"Useless old man!"

Plague cursed under his breath, never expecting that even Nordens was no match for the mythical creature. Perhaps this person had slept for too long in the dream realm, resulting in a severe loss of power, or perhaps it was simply because He had become mentally impaired in His sleep.

Regardless, the tentacles had already frantically wrapped around Nordens's body, and after a moment, there was no more movement.

The Plague thought He was dead, but then, a very faint laugh rang out, and the figure slowly sat up. Night Demon and Black Pharaoh landed on the ground, and the three of them surrounded the Plague.

"Nordens...you!?"

"Ah, you don't really think you can awaken the Great Abyss King, do you? Just kidding, He's still sleeping in."

"Nordens" smiled, his face quickly went blank, and then quickly transformed into another appearance.

He was merely an avatar of Hephaestus, and it must have been quite a hardship for him to pretend to fight the Black Pharaoh for so long.

The plague was increasingly perplexing, but this perplexity was accompanied by extreme anger. They never expected that these people would dare to conspire to trick them.

"But even so, do you think you can defeat me?"

"You don't actually think you can devour a god..."

"You beasts!"

The plague continued to slash at the wildly growing tentacles with its longsword, but it soon became flustered as the tentacles began to interfere with its movements. Even as it was about to sever a tentacle from its face, the remaining tentacles grabbed the longsword.

"Crack!!!"

"Boom!"

The blade was redirected, and the plague's head was severed.

At this moment, His face was still full of disbelief.

【No】

To the gods, heads were of no consequence, but the actions of the Hephaestus and their followers thoroughly enraged the plague.

He forcefully tore off the tentacles, and instantly, the white mist re-evolved into a new head, with a stark white bone helmet attached to it.

"You have really angered me."

He roared, and Sherger didn't take it seriously at first, but the next second, he suddenly realized that the plague was singing to the bright sun.

"Get out of the way!"

They quickly dispersed, and at that moment, a huge sun-worshiping array appeared on the ground.

He has the privilege of praying to the rising sun; there is no need for such trouble.

"What a hopeless bunch."

The plague looked at the infuriating face of the head on the ground, and suddenly grabbed the head by the hair and lifted it up.

"You brought this on yourselves."

The knight, covered in tentacles, grasped his own head as he mounted the white horse, raising it high above a mountain of bones beneath him, a mountain of countless corpses.

Runes resembling centipedes crawled all over the white bones, forming an incomparably enormous sacrificial array around them.

(End of this chapter)