They all call me an Outer God.

Schwarz showed no mercy; his immense force could even turn some mythical creatures into mincemeat. Yet, in the next moment, countless rust-red centipedes emerged from beneath his claws, only to be instantly pierced by the spikes formed from the black mist.

The black dragon flapped its wings, attempting to cut the silk threads with its sharp wingtips to help Ria escape. Ria's expression softened considerably upon seeing it, though her gaze remained fixed on the centipedes pierced by the worms on the ground.

He is not so easy to deal with. The fact that He hasn't killed me yet can only mean that He is just stalling for time.

"Oh, you're very smart."

"And why do you treat me and this dragon so differently? He is far more dangerous than me."

The centipede on the ground spoke in a human voice, as if mocking: "Not long ago, someone claimed to be my most devout lamb and follower. If I didn't know that I am not the shining sun, I'm afraid they would have been moved to tears."

"To be honest, this behavior makes me very... jealous."

This statement caused His tone to momentarily distort.

"Your true nature is far more wicked than I imagined, very much in line with Nyarlathotep's personality; you're practically a carbon copy of Him—"

You probably never imagined that I'd been watching you ever since your first sacrifice to the radiant rising sun. Every prayer you uttered had to pass through my hands. If I hadn't known your true identity, I might have actually believed those lies.

I don't think there's anything wrong with those words. After all, I don't actually believe in God, so I can say those things to anyone.

Ria felt no remorse for lying; in fact, she felt a touch of schadenfreude.

"If you release me now, I can have the primordial god say the same things to you. How about that? Isn't that a good deal?"

Upon hearing this, the human faces that had grown out of the centipede heads froze for a moment.

Ria narrowed her eyes and continued to bewitch.

Think about why you're jealous? Think about the scenario where the supreme God is willing to serve you and be at your service. After all, He's just a machine that can't think anymore, isn't He?

Don't tell me you didn't have the idea of ​​killing me and seizing control of the divine status. People always admire beings superior to themselves, but don't they also yearn to replace them and make them submit to their feet?

Forget about eternal loyalty; both divinity and humanity are equally base, and selfishness is the essence of all living beings.

Essentially, all living things are the same.

Ria looked down at God.

Everyone wants the right to control everything.

"You think I'll attack you if you provoke me? You're just a pawn of Nyarlathotep. For the sake of the Primordial One, I'm willing to have a chat with you."

He had not communicated with the primordial for too long, and the blind and foolish ruler could no longer have such an intention to "communicate," so Ria was used as a substitute to pass the time.

Numerous centipedes extended their bodies and gradually connected to form a giant centipede. Then the centipede transformed into a human shape, but it still could not escape the fate of being crushed by gravity, and its body was gradually dragged out of this space.

"I have achieved my goal. Look outside. Your body went completely mad after losing consciousness, and then it went on rampage. You will kill everyone with your own hands."

This goes against the will of the Chaos, who will witness his pawns slipping out of control and dying in my hands. His expression then will be quite something.

How could you be so certain that I would die?

"Because you are just an ordinary human being."

Upon hearing this, Lia almost lost control of her facial expression.

If "ordinary" refers to humanity in the past, then I am indeed very ordinary.

His flesh and blood had detached from him and fallen to the ground. Now, the threads that ran through him were a grayish-black mixture of eyes, sharp teeth, and numerous tentacles, with even bone joints extending from them. It looked completely devoid of beauty and was just a lump of indescribable matter.

He was in great pain, but he was also inexplicably excited. His wicked desire to play tricks outweighed his fear of death and oppression, making him want to cruelly draw out the negative emotions of everything around him, and then admire their baseness from a high place or as if he had fallen into the dust.

As you've seen, I cannot resist the corruption of the extraordinary, nor can I completely perish.

"If you don't kill me now, I can't kill you either. Since we're going to chat anyway, why don't we talk about something interesting? For example, we could talk about my adorable child."

[Swarth, aren't you going to greet the guests?]

"child?"

Gherros couldn't help but focus his gaze on the disgusting tentacles that surrounded Him, eager to tear Him to pieces.

If they were just tentacles, that would be fine, but these tentacles are often in a semi-gaseous, semi-solid overlapping state, and can change freely at any time. Only the many eyes among them remain, whether in a gaseous or solid state.

This substance not only appeared within Gherus's visible range, but it even filled the entire space imprisoning the god, protecting it completely.

Perhaps the word "sealing" would be more appropriate.

"You call Him a child?"

Yes, it is an honor to introduce this mythical creature to you, my guest. I have named it Shwar, Shwar Kelcha… I am its host.

“Woo—” Schwarz let out a low growl.

Actually, I probably don't need to say much. I have offered its feathers to you many times. I wonder if you still like them?

“These things wiped out a planet in my galaxy.”

Its record is quite impressive.

Ria was once again proud of Swarth.

Gheros continued to scrutinize the eyeballs rolling in the black mist, his gaze seemingly looking through them at something else. After a moment, he fully transformed into human form, propping up his head with his upper body still above the ground, and conjured up a cup of red tea for himself.

The unsweetened black tea was steaming. Gheros picked up the teacup, blew on it, and was about to taste it when, with a "crack," the teacup was smashed to pieces by a tentacle, and the tea inside instantly vaporized.

Geheros paused, then his tone suddenly rose: "I understand, you're trying to get my identity out of me."

"Judging from your attitude, you have no idea what kind of creatures these black mists and tentacles are, and no one is willing to tell you their real name."

They probably warned you that this thing was dangerous, but you completely ignored their warnings and stubbornly stayed with it. Over time, your mindset and spirit will change, and you'll become unable to live without it.

Gherros let out a dull laugh: "Heh heh heh, since you want to know, then I can certainly tell you... You don't understand Him, but I understand all too well how dangerous this thing is."

During the seven-day countdown to Earth's doom, the atmosphere was filled with the smell of gunpowder, the ozone layer was swallowed by black fog, and countless eyes appeared in the void, staring directly into everyone's soul.

(End of this chapter)