They all call me an Outer God.

"What did you do?"

The Death Knight paused slightly.

Ria kindly reminded him, "Do you remember why you slaughtered your own people?"

"for……"

The knight clutched his head, unable to recall any of his previous memories, but a strange premonition told him that what Ria was about to say was not what he wanted to hear.

Ria slowly spoke: "You are wary of Hephaestus because you fear that their appearance will mean someone will reclaim your throne and force you to step down."

"The boy who cried wolf will eventually come true if he cries too many times, but you can rest assured that there will be no Hephaestus here, because I have awakened a being far more terrifying than that."

As his words fell, a dense crimson light shot into the sky, and the ancient being opened its eyes from the throne in the tomb, casting its gaze in this direction.

At the same time, Ria's voice rang out like an evil spirit.

"Your Excellency Tabalf XV, I hereby solemnly introduce to you our former king, the five-time consecutive ruler of Tabalf—"

Before he finished speaking, the yellow sand on the ground began to surge and boil in a boiling arc.

One by one, figures formed from sand emerged from the arc, wielding spears made of sand, just like well-trained soldiers.

Then, the soldiers of Huangsha consciously lined up in two columns with Liya as the center, and a lone figure walked along the wide passage between the two columns.

It was a tall but thin figure with the face of an ancient pharaoh in his youth.

He was dressed in a magnificent robe of dazzling colors and wore a double golden crown that shimmered with natural light. His figure, as noble as an emperor, strode toward Ria.

His haughty demeanor and dark face possessed a charm that only a dark deity or fallen angel could have, with a glint of unpredictable humor and languid ease hidden in his eyes.

He spoke, and the gentle music of the Stream of Oblivion rippled in his melodious voice.

"You can call me the Black Pharaoh."

"Who are you going to kill?"

The appearance of the Black Pharaoh was not the end. With the arrival of His projection, even more dazzling blood-red light appeared on the desert.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the silent Sphinx, the fissure splitting open from its face, the solid stone falling down to reveal the dark face of the deity behind it.

He roared, and the entire desert could hear his howl. Then, he spread his wings, which blotted out the sky, and shattered the stones that bound him. He descended from the horizon, and the yellow sand trembled at his roar.

And so the crowd witnessed the Faceless God stride forward with his powerful limbs, gently swaying his long, thin lion tail, and holding his head high.

"Who are you going to kill?"

In the void, a giant claw tore open the cracks in the dream, and an inverted shadow opened its blood-red eyes in the crack. Its bat wings fluttered slightly, like a wild beast lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment. Its claws and teeth were still playing with the metal trioctahedron.

Night Demon was extremely excited.

"Who are you going to kill?"

At this moment, countless avatars of the pillar god who controls the power of chaos projected their phantom images toward this place. Among them were men and women, humans and beasts, and even beings whose forms were completely indistinguishable.

After they appeared, they all grinned maliciously and excitedly asked Ria, the summoner wearing a mask that revealed their true form, the same question—

Who do you want to kill?
At this moment, the one-thousandth of the smiling face expanded even further. Its owner moved his arm, revealing it from the dark, chilling black mist, and then casually pointed a finger at the already stiff Death Knight.

"Kill Him."

A cruel voice rang out from behind the black mist.

The soul that holds the power of death cannot die. It can be reborn from the ashes of dust, and the continuous death will endow it with more divine power, making its form increasingly enormous and terrifying.

But Lia didn't care. If he couldn't kill that thing in one go, he would kill it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times! Ten thousand times! A hundred thousand times!

They killed them so badly that not even ashes remained.

And wasn't He shouting that everyone here had turned into Hephaestus? The story of the boy who cried wolf has been told too many times; the wolf might actually come.

At that time, no one will be able to save Him.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty Death Knight, facing the ever-increasing number of historical projections before him, had his already dwindling mental capacity completely frozen.

He probably never imagined that when he only wanted to kill Ria, a simple meme II superhuman, he would end up dragging so many people out of the historical timeline.

Even the countless previous kings before Him were dragged over.

The Death Knight initially thought there were only eight projections on the other side, but after turning the view, he realized that only eight had been visible through the gap in his helmet.

A large group of projections were obscured by the metal plates on their helmets, creating a very noisy scene.

Lia seems to be very good at turning what is a one-on-one situation into a group fight. He knows very well that if he can't kill the opponent by himself, he should find more help.

The person who merged with the Death Knight was originally an angel of meme 1, and the ally he had just made when he had no savior would undoubtedly become the best savior.

If there's a savior, might as well use them.

"rush!!!"

It's unclear which projection was the first to shout, but it charged forward with its weapon in hand. The numerous projections behind it seemed to have found their leader, and they followed the vanguard's shouts as they surged forward in a dense, dark mass.

Judging from their appearance, those people didn't seem like warriors going to charge into battle, but rather like children who had found a common toy and were fighting over it.

"How could I describe them like that..."

Ria shook her head: "The number of avatars He has used is quite impressive."

"Otherwise, why would later generations have called him the God of a Thousand Faces?"

The Black Pharaoh appeared behind Ria, who turned around sharply at that moment and saw the Emperor nodding slightly to him.

"You have thoughts?"

Ria was somewhat surprised, after all, it was true that Nyarlathotep's divine power was contained within one-thousandth of his face, and this divine power could also summon historical projections of his avatars.

Although the summoned projected combat power is somewhat inferior to the non-projected original combat power, it has the advantage of being numerous, and these projections do not have their own thoughts and can be controlled at will.

Therefore, when Ria discovered that the Black Pharaoh's projection had betrayed his will and stood behind him, he was still somewhat puzzled.

But these were just some doubts. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be terrified at this moment and shout, "A ghost!"

"I am the emperor. An emperor does not need to charge into battle with others. He only needs to manipulate the entire field like a tactician to achieve victory."

"Is that so?" Ria felt that His words seemed a bit off. If it was just a scheme, that would be fine, but the Black Pharaoh hadn't done anything since he appeared. Ria was the one acting as the tactician.

"Chaos, in this context, isn't complete disorder and disorder. Amidst the chaos, there must always be a controller maintaining rationality, like a puppeteer periodically tugging at those crazed, out-of-control puppets." "So you're preventing them from completely spiraling out of control?"

"No, this is your duty now."

So what brings you here? Ria wanted to ask Him that question, but the Black Pharaoh just gave Ria a mocking smile and disappeared, reappearing on the other side of the battlefield.

It was obvious that He had come up to tease Ria.

Ria: "..."

No wonder it's the incarnation that Nyarlathotep once used.

He watched helplessly as the Black Pharaoh's figure appeared before the Death Knight and said something to him, which enraged the Death Knight.

Since He had few thoughts, His incarnations gave Him new thoughts, helped Him regain his memories, and then let Him witness firsthand what was happening around Him and what He was experiencing.

He saw those demonic figures laughing wildly as they attacked Him relentlessly, tearing at His flesh, bones, and soul.

He saw the dead old king return, gently proclaiming that he would strip him of his throne.

He died and died again, died and came back to life, came back to life and died again. In this short period of time, He died countless times. His divine power increased, but the divine power had little effect on the projection of history.

They wreak havoc across time and space, and I am powerless against them.

Thus, the Death Knight, on the verge of collapse, once again turned his hateful gaze upon Ria.

It's all because of this person... it's all because of this person. He brought this disaster upon us. If it weren't for him, I would still be sitting firmly on my throne. How could all these things have happened?

Perhaps everyone else can live, but this person must die!
The Death Knight roared, and the sound waves instantly shook away all the avatars within a radius of a thousand meters.

People saw His armor trembling constantly, and those rotting tumors, growing like cancer, kept sprouting along the gaps in the armor.

They appeared on His back, forcefully tearing the armor apart to form six bloated lumps of flesh. Then, those lumps suddenly extended gray quills that grew deep within them, but due to excessive twisting, they grew crookedly.

Those must be the wings of an angel.

In mythology, angels have smooth, beautiful, holy, and sacred wings. But the "angels" that people see now are nothing more than lumps of monsters stuffed in armor, constantly oozing grease, emitting a foul stench, and still trying to grow their six wings.

The gray horse had been completely swallowed by the overflowing clumps of flesh, and four horse legs, arranged like spider legs, began to grow from the surface of the clumps.

If we let Him continue to change, who knows what form He will take? If it were an ordinary person, they would do everything in their power to stop this bizarre transformation and kill Him before He has fully grown.

However, the scene was eerily quiet, with all the projections maintaining their intense curiosity and waiting silently for the mythical creature to complete its transformation.

They watched Him as if witnessing a butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon, barely daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing this "butterfly".

Look, His cocoon is loosening.

Look, He has broken free from His cocoon.

Look, He has stretched out beautiful and huge wings. Although they are ugly now, they will be incredibly beautiful when they are fully grown.

Why did He eat the gray horse? Oh well, it's good that He got some nutrition while transforming into a butterfly.

How did He grow horse legs?
It might be butterfly legs.

The projections, including Ria herself, waited quietly. According to the rules of an old film, the transformation moment was sacred and could not be interrupted.

"Come on, you can do it!"

"Don't give up! Are you really going to just give up like this?"

"Think about your throne, think about your people... never mind, you shouldn't think about your people."

"Think about the God you serve, can you bear to disappoint Him?"

"My king, rise and lead us in one last charge!"

The projections, always eager for a good show, cheered on the transforming Tabalf, but after waiting for a long time, no further changes appeared on its surface.

The wings that had grown quills never developed feathers.

On the contrary, those sarcomas that break free from genetic control grow faster and faster, eventually spreading outwards like a tidal wave, making a deafening "whoosh" sound.

Those projections that couldn't dodge in time were swallowed up by the wave of flesh. Yellow sand surged against the current, clinging to the surface of Tabarf's body. He let out an unprecedented roar and rushed rapidly toward Ria.

As the sand piled up to form his body, His form grew taller and larger.

As Ria witnessed all of this, Darles reminded him, "This man is now completely lifeless, devoid of thought."

"To be honest, you should have made your move when He was just undergoing His transformation. What were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking... my inspiration can support me in replicating objects, which Fuxing Chaos calls creation."

Each creation I make increases my overall pool of inspiration, which is essential for my upcoming prophetic interpretations at the meme-level.

“You wouldn’t be planning to…” Darles suddenly thought of a possibility. He felt that Ria’s idea was too crazy. It was simply not a human idea.

"Yes, it's what you think."

Ria nodded.

"I want to replicate that lifeless mythical creature below, to fight against the extraordinary with the extraordinary."

As for those submerged projections... they certainly have more important things to do.

Inside the ever-growing mythical creature, a group of wandering figures successfully found its core.

The mass of internal organs containing the death curse wouldn't have been so easily accessible to the group had the armor not been torn apart.

The Black Pharaoh reached out his hand toward the cursed seal, and endless black light gathered from his hand.

The writhing mass of flesh appeared automatically in His hand.

It was at this moment that the mythical creature realized its core had been touched.

He descended into utter madness, and his body expanded several times in an instant.

At this moment, Ria closed her eyes, and when she opened them again to peek out through the mask, the mythical creature's body was no longer the same as before.

His body transformed into crisscrossing lines, which, unlike ordinary objects, were scarlet red, with binary gibberish appearing on their surfaces from time to time.

(End of this chapter)