Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 215 Origin
It is obvious that Prince Mirror has been eroded by the power of the Old Ones without realizing it.

Originally, his consciousness was like a polluted lake, turbid and distorted, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Under Shi Fei's "Palm of Garbage", he could only say whatever he wanted.

"How to do it specifically?" Shi Fei's voice turned cold, his eyes as cold as ice, as if he could penetrate the soul of Prince Lens.

"The blood of the stars, the essence of the earth, the energy of resentment..." Prince Mirror's body began to tremble violently, and his voice was intermittent, as if he was struggling against some invisible force.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that the strength in his body was competing with Shi Fei's pressure.

"The blood of the stars, the essence of the earth, the energy of resentment..." Shi Fei repeated Prince Jing's words in a low voice, and he already understood in his heart.

Shandong, a land that has long been saturated with endless suffering and resentment, has naturally become the best source of "resentment". And those high-ranking dignitaries and foreigners actually used the people as sacrifices to feed those unspeakable monsters.

Those scoundrels really don’t behave like human beings anymore!

He sneered and asked, "I see... What are the blood of stars and the essence of the earth?"

Hearing this question, Prince Mirror's body trembled even more violently, as if his throat was strangled by some invisible force. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only utter a vague whisper.

The power of the Old Ones and Shi Fei's power were fighting fiercely in his body, making it almost impossible for him to bear the pain.

Shi Fei frowned when he saw this, and asked, "Has anyone among you been poisoned?"

He didn't expect that he could catch the big fish, Prince Mirror, in this strange temple.

The person in that dilapidated temple who could force the temple keeper to die and forced A Ruo and Yu Changsheng to flee in panic was definitely not an ordinary person and was most likely related to Prince Jing.

"There is a master in Ji Le Tian who seems to have been injured by a poison." Once he stopped asking questions about the blood of stars and the essence of the earth, Prince Jing's answers became much smoother, as if the invisible pressure was also reduced.

"Where did they go?" Shi Fei continued to ask.

"I went to Qin Island!" Prince Jing answered without hesitation.

"West?"

"Yes, two hundred miles to the west!" Prince Jing answered stupidly.

Shi Fei's heart moved, thinking that A Ruo and Yu Changsheng seemed to have fled in that direction. Although the drought in Shandong had eased, the root cause of the disaster had obviously not been completely eliminated.

He turned to look at the black pool with murderous intent in his eyes.

As Shi Fei watched, the black pool suddenly surged violently, as if some giant creature was awakening. The black water in the pool slowly rose and gradually condensed into a huge outline.

That's the shape of Cthulhu!

Its skin was a deep black color that seemed to absorb all light, and its head was covered with wriggling tentacles like an octopus, each of which exuded a dizzying evil aura.

Its body is covered in scales, each scale engraved with twisted runes, emitting an ancient and evil power.

As Cthulhu's form gradually became clearer, a powerful mental attack came towards Shi Fei like a tide. The attack was invisible and intangible, but it carried endless fear and despair, as if it was going to completely devour Shi Fei's consciousness.

Cthulhu and Shi Fei had a new grudge and an old one! The Dragon King Temple in Yucheng had just laid its foundation when Shi Fei ruined it. Cthulhu remembered the aura of Shi Fei, the aura that disgusted him but also made him fearful.

But Shi Fei is no longer the same person he was before. The game with Nyarlathotep, the battle with the illusion of Hastur, the King in Yellow, and even the direct battle with Cthugha, have all allowed Shi Fei to accumulate rich experience and master more methods against the Old Ones.

Facing Cthulhu's mental attack, Shi Fei used the "Palm of Garbage" to hit the Black Water Cthulhu, and the black water began to twist and disintegrate, as if torn apart by some irresistible force.

Cthulhu was instilled with a massive amount of junk information, and for a moment he lost control of his clone.

Cthulhu's clone was infused with junk information and instantly lost control of this body. In the deep sea of R'lyeh, the sleeping Cthulhu couldn't help but turn over in his dream.

He dreamed of a voice, an extremely harsh voice, which kept looping in his ears: "... Let's learn to meow, meow meow meow together! Meow meow meow meow together!"

"Meow meow meow together!"

"Meow together..."

This noise-like singing, which repeated endlessly, made Cthulhu irritated. His tentacles waved unconsciously in his dreams, trying to dispel the maddening sound, but to no avail.

The black water in the temple completely disintegrated, turning into a pool of turbid liquid that flowed into the pool. It was as if there was an invisible flush toilet at the bottom of the pool, and the black water was sucked away, and soon only a huge deep pit was left.

Shi Fei turned around and walked towards the foreigner in black. He asked coldly, "Where are you from?"

The foreigner was in a daze, his mind filled with junk information, and he couldn't think at all. He could only mechanically answer: "German Empire."

"What are you doing here?" Shi Fei continued to ask.

"Spread the Lord's faith and let the Lord's faith spread to this remote land." The foreigner's voice was dull.

"...I think you are the ones in a remote place!" Shi Fei sneered, his eyes falling on the scriptures on the foreigner.

He reached out and touched it, and the scripture ignited without wind, instantly turning into a ball of flame. The scripture sensed Shi Fei's aura and reacted naturally. Shi Fei also sensed a familiar aura from the scripture.

Hastur, the Yellow King.

Shi Fei did not stop, but turned and walked towards the gray-robed foreigner. He sensed the strong aura of Cthulhu from this person, and asked coldly, "Where are you from?"

"Innsmouth!" the man said honestly with empty eyes.

Wow, this is the descendant of Cthulhu from Zhengke Banner!
Innsmouth is a small town in the United States, and most of the people in this town are deep divers.

At this point, Shi Fei finally figured out the origins of these people.

The Germans believed in Hastur, the Yellow King, while the Celts believed in Cthulhu. Combined with their previous conversations and the clues of the "New World" and "Old World", Shi Fei had already guessed their backgrounds.

"That's right. Except for this Shenzhou continent, everywhere is a monotheistic religion, and people worship God as their father." Shi Fei whispered to himself with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

He looked up at the dome of the temple. These outsiders, whether they believed in Hastur or Cthulhu, had only one goal!
Turn this land into a hotbed of their faith!

(End of this chapter)