They all call me an Outer God.

The jet-black creature rustled its feathers, which were actually tentacles. Two large eyeballs were placed in the middle of a group of tiny tentacles, surrounded by them.

There's a saying that goes, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

Dales didn't understand this statement before, but it does now, since the mythical creature below, which was holding it, was certainly not looking at it with friendly eyes.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Goooo!"

"what--"

"Goooo!"

"what--"

Little Swarth used its tentacles to toss it high into the air, then caught it just before it hit the ground and tossed it back up, clearly treating it like a toy.

It has the ability to travel through multiple spaces, so even if the mask falls to the ground, it will be pulled out from another direction by its tentacles, swinging back and forth as if by magic.

Finally, the mask stopped making any sound, and Ria had reason to suspect that it had been shaken unconscious.

"Alright, Schwarz, let's see where we should go next."

Ria said to Little Swarth, and at that moment it pressed Ria's head back onto its neck, watching them connect and heal completely.

At this moment, Ria stopped moving, placed her cane upright on the ground, and let it fall in one direction.

To describe it in terms of inspiration, that direction was their destination.

……

"Damn beast!"

In the dark, sunless sand cave, a coffin carved with royal cryptic script has come to life, emitting a low-frequency, noisy sound like teeth gnawing on stone slabs.

Soon, the sounds stopped abruptly, followed by a curse coming from inside the coffin, and then the sound of cloth rubbing against the soil.

Countless grains of yellow sand began to seep out from the gap between the coffin lid and the bottom, and some antlion-like insects frantically crawled out of the yellow sand and began to pounce on the coffin.

They extend their scarlet, slender tongues from their mouths, swirling away the yellow sand and spitting out grains of gold, as if the sand were a rare delicacy that was out of reach for them.

Unfortunately, before they could enjoy it for long, the sand cave collapsed completely.

From the surface, the once flat desert appears as if a giant antlion has taken up residence in it, and it begins to collapse wildly inward from a central point, forming a huge crater.

Also in the center of the giant pit, a withered, ugly hand wrapped in filthy cloth stretched out.

It used the desert as its protective shell, like a snail's antennae, and after carefully confirming that there was no more danger around, it crawled out and began to help its body escape.

“I have not suffered such humiliation since the day I usurped the throne.”

The shriveled and short "person" struggled to finally emerge from the sand. Its body resembled that of a baby that had been dead for a long time, but its head was astonishingly large, with dark, sunken areas around its eyes that were constantly oozing oil.

It is clear that He has existed for a very long time, but even so, He remains active.

"Ha—ha! In the future of all life, only death and collapse remain."

The emaciated man raised his head, almost greedily drawing fresh air from the filthy cloth.

The first five rulers of Tabalf were all incarnations of Nyarlathotep, and the reason why the sixth ruler was able to overthrow him was through many dishonest means.

It was almost a war of gods. The giants and titans shattered the ancient city into sand. People prayed to the gods for freedom and peace, and also for death and slaughter, absolute power and status.

Ultimately, the Decaying Dust Walker came at the invitation of the gods and together they slew the old king. The new king was then installed by the dust walker, but the price was that all royal families would face the curse of decay from then on.

Their average lifespan is three hundred years, and their physical bodies begin to shrink around the age of eighty, eventually transforming into terrifying and grotesque humanoid monsters.

Their souls are forever trapped in the yellow sand, unable to live or die.

"Great Quache Utaus, chief meme of the lucky one, collector of the Death Seal, the old enemy has returned. I beseech your mercy to bestow the Death Seal upon your retinue."

Tabalf's face grew increasingly sinister.

"I will kill all those who overstep their bounds."

He stood there for a long time, whispering and reciting many words. Finally, at a certain moment, as if he had received a satisfactory answer, the smile on his sunken face grew wider and wider.

【…】

"You need sacrifices of death, don't you? How many people do you need?"

【…】

"Aren't there too many people in the entire royal city?"

【…】

“Yes, you’re right. The enemy is very likely the Hephaestus, who are skilled at infinite splitting and contagion. We have massacred cities more than once in order to wipe them out and drive them out, and this time will be no exception.”

Tabalf's face grew increasingly grotesque as the oil seeped from his eyes stained it. He bowed his head reverently, clutching his chest, convinced that everything he was about to do was a matter of absolute justice.

“Those people are all Hephaestus. If you find any one of them in the crowd, it means that no one can be trusted anymore, and everyone has been corrupted.”

“The claws and fangs lurking in chaos must be eradicated.”

At this point, Tabalf suddenly raised his head, and countless writhing arcs suddenly appeared on the surface of the cloth wrapped around Him. Unnatural flesh and blood tissue squeezed His body like cancer, causing His form to expand continuously.

At that moment, a feeling of regret suddenly arose in Tabarf's heart. However, before that feeling could continue to grow, his body suddenly grew as if it had exploded.

At the same time, the angel of this lucky meme also let out an unprecedented scream, his brain shattered and he could no longer think independently.

……

When the fourth seal was opened, I heard the fourth living creature say, “Come!”

I looked and saw a grey horse, and the rider on it was named Death.

Hell also follows them, and they are given authority to kill a quarter of the earth’s people with sword, famine, plague, and wild beasts.

……

"Our Lord... cough cough cough, the prophet has not returned yet."

The giants, who were part of the Prince's faction, were already getting impatient waiting inside the Colosseum.

As for why the people of the royal city were sending them to the arena, which was only for slaves and wild beasts, their explanation was that the giants were too big, and this was the only place that could accommodate them all.

"Pah, what a joke! They even took away all the tribute we brought. It's obvious they didn't intend for us to leave alive."

A bearded giant standing next to Sistoru kept complaining.

Hearing this, Sistoru couldn't help but feel uneasy. He still couldn't forget the way the people of the royal city looked at them. Fear, dread, disgust—as if they were some kind of massive filth.

But the Colosseum is never short of Hanumen; those who consider themselves the upper class love to amuse themselves with them, making them fight against their own people and other supernatural beings.

The victor will face an even more brutal battle, while the loser will be killed, eaten, and drunk. After all, these great figures rely on eating the flesh of the Henu to gain their bravery and strength.

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

Those people never treated them as one of their own; every action they took was like charity.

Now, he doesn't even plan to act anymore.

Sisitoru stood up, wanting to move around a bit, but the moment he stood up, someone pointed a spear at him, forcing him to sit down again.

The giants' faces instantly turned cold: "Is this how the kingdom treats its guests?"

The soldiers scoffed: "When it's time for you to leave, we will naturally let you go. Now, without the Pharaoh's order, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"Ha, this is the first time I've seen Hanu. I didn't expect you to be so ridiculously large."

The soldier grinned lewdly: "I've heard your meat is delicious and chewy, the perfect accompaniment to alcohol. We're paid so little, we haven't tasted meat in ages."

"How about we kill a few today and see what they taste like?"

"You dare!?"

Upon hearing this, the giants clenched their fists, ready to attack everyone present. However, they were all covered in insects that emitted high-voltage currents. If anyone made a rash move, the small beetles would instantly release the high-voltage current, shocking them until their skin was torn and bleeding.

"clam down."

Sicily calmed the giants down, while the soldiers watched with great interest as they watched their furious expressions.

Giant/Soldier: "We're just waiting for orders."

"Once that order is given—we will retaliate/kill."

"All the waiting is for the sake of God/King."

The drama of oppression and being oppressed continues to unfold on this desert land.

The soldiers had already seized the youngest child among the Hanu, gleefully whipping him and leaving long welts on his body, and then impatiently carving shameful words on his skin with the tips of their spears.

The child gritted his teeth, wanting to retaliate against the soldier, but was suddenly struck by a violent electric shock, leaving him unable to stand.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

They laughed and joked, "You're just a bunch of talking, large animals. You don't really think you're anything special, do you? Just standing in front of you, you wouldn't even dare to utter a word and could only obediently lick our toes!"

No giant wanted to see their comrades humiliated. They roared and, ignoring the intense electric current, roared as they rushed forward to tear those people to pieces.

This behavior attracted more soldiers and more electric beetles.

The prince's faction is a bunch of useless people who please neither side.

This group of good-for-nothings was insulted by many in their own tribe, regarded as traitors and scum, and by the people in the royal city, they were seen as dogs to be summoned and dismissed at will.

Lacking sufficient strength, they had no way to resist. Ultimately, their people were too few, and their resources had long been plundered by the people of the royal city.

Weakness is the original sin.

"Just wait, you beasts! Our king is about to order your punishment. You dared to send spies in this time. You've got some nerve."

"You call him a spy?! What did you do to him?" Sistoru gritted his teeth.

"What else can happen? The only fate of spies throughout history has always been..."

Before the soldiers could say anything more, the king's voice echoed in their ears, and joy immediately spread across their faces.

In their minds, the majestic and omnipotent monarch was a god, the embodiment of the sun.

Every oracle issued by the Pharaoh signifies a time of great celebration for the masses. So, what kind of oracle will he issue this time?

My people

The soldiers' smiles deepened; just hearing such a sound made them feel excited, and their hearts pounded uncontrollably.

What will our king say next?
We regret to inform you that...

[Among us are pawns of the old king, whose pieces, like a plague, have destroyed countless nations and civilizations in the course of history, their erosion occurring at an unprecedented speed, a calamity considered absolutely taboo by all nations.]

My people, now we too are facing such a crisis.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' expressions instantly turned furious, and they mercilessly thrust their spears at the giant: "It's all your fault!"

The electric current crackled and hissed on the beetle's surface, and the crowd groaned incessantly. Fueled by these groans, the soldiers began to see themselves as heroes, as if they had been given stimulants.

They felt that what they were doing was incredibly noble and that the king would surely praise them.

But the Pharaoh continued speaking.

If you find a rice weevil in your rice jar, and the weevil has likely infested all the rice, what would you do if you were the owner of this jar of rice?

"Eliminate the rice weevils!"

I'm going to burn this whole jar of rice. That's what I'm going to do.

The voices from both sides rang out simultaneously.

The soldiers' expressions suddenly froze.

Therefore, my people, I will tell you something that you can all be proud of: you have one chance to sacrifice for your country. This is a necessary choice, and it is the honor I bestow upon you.

Your flesh and blood will become one with this land of yellow sand, making you a part of it; the desert will forever remember your souls.

Rest in peace, everyone, for Barkley's sake.

As the divine message was conveyed, the faces of the people grew paler and paler. It was as if they were being constantly changed masks, from joy to gloom, and then from gloom to fear and terror.

For at this moment, the holder of the Death Seal has raised his sword against His royal city and His people.

His body was shrouded in dark armor, and his long hair flowed behind his head like mist. Anything that touched him, even the smallest germ, would perish and wither.

Beneath Him was a gray horse.

At that very moment, a completely different voice resounded in the minds of the giants and all the long-oppressed slaves who wanted to rebel against their rights.

Are you willing to accept this?

(End of this chapter)