I lost the sun god

This kind of knowledge has a strong comforting effect on their fearful hearts.

"Didn't it mean that the one who descended was the evil god? The Yellow Emperor seems to be the righteous god of China. If he descends, the crisis of the Universe Kingdom should be over soon."

As Hodgson spoke, he took out his mobile phone and was about to delete the tweet he had sent. How could a treaty like the "Miyu Mutual Defense Treaty" that was concluded with so much painstaking efforts be abolished casually?The weak cosmic country must have the protection of the United States instead of developing some military power by itself. That would be irresponsible for the situation in East Asia and would encourage the possibility of war.

As for whether it would be embarrassing for him to go back on his words just now, he didn't care at all. As a businessman, he always believed that face was not as important as face.

"No, it is Hastur, the king in yellow, who descended."

A theologian checked the information with a mobile phone. Unlike the outside world who deleted Cthulhu-related materials on a large scale and prevented people from summoning evil gods due to various mentalities, their internal network collected a large amount of Cthulhu materials. Every book of this myth is set Collections, every novel, every picture, as long as you know how to look for it, you can find it.

Therefore, the theologian said with certainty after reading it: "According to the records, the deep divers are the family members of the evil god Cthulhuftan, and Hastur, the king in yellow, and the evil god Cthulhuftan are mortal enemies. After it descends, it will destroy the deep divers." It's understandable behaviour."

Hodgson's finger stopped on the delete button, put away the phone as if nothing had happened, and continued to stare at the big screen. Although the efforts of the ancestors should be respected, as a human being, we have to look forward. After all, the times are developing, and they are not in the United States. The nanny of the universe country sometimes needs to let it grow.

"What do you think of this sacred existence? Will he be the first human ancestor of China?"

Li Zhengyi turned his head and asked.

The sudden appearance of the divine existence made him undecided, because every next step was crucial, and he couldn't make a wrong step, because if he took a wrong step, he would be doomed.

"No."

A theologian shook his head and said, "Although the truth is desperate, he should be the king in yellow, Hastur!"

"Is the sky going to destroy my universe country?" Li Zhengyi looked desperate.

Those forces with extraordinary power all rejected the request of their cosmic country. The country of America, Mao Xiong, Huaxia, Gaul, and the country where the sun never sets not only refused to help, but even planned to launch nuclear bombs to clean up Seoul to prevent the Cthulhu monster spread globally.

Finally, a little hope rose in my heart, and it turned into the deepest despair in the blink of an eye.

Another expert hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth several times, and finally said: "...Actually, I have a way, maybe it can get us out of the current desperate situation?"

"What way?" A glimmer of hope rose in Li Zhengyi's eyes.

"We can try to worship him." The expert said: "Like the stars, Yisi, and Shaggai Zerg, they are still independent races, but the gods we worship are changed from various righteous gods to Cthulhu evil gods." , Of course, this is just a way out of nowhere, and you must not try it unless you are in a desperate situation."

The theologian's eyes lit up, "No, your idea is very good, but we don't need all to worship evil gods, we just need to let some people believe in evil gods, and the other part continue to seek the protection of righteous gods, after all, the righteous gods in this world The power is immense."

"As for the people who believe in evil gods, I have also thought about it. I think those who are trapped in Seoul are very suitable. Anyway, they have little hope of surviving. Instead of wasting resources to rescue them, it is better to let them try. For a moment, if they get the favor of the evil god, they can also get power from the evil god to protect us."

Li Zhengyi's heart moved, "I'll ask for instructions."

He didn't dare to decide on such a big matter.

Not long after, a soldier of the universe country who was looking up at the sky heard the order from the headset, and the doubt on his face suddenly turned into hesitation, and then turned into incomparable fanaticism, as if he was attracted by the holiness of the sky. With arms outstretched, and with the most fervent voice in the rain,

"The great Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, the first ancestor of China's humanities, your descendants, I long for your protection and care."

As if hearing the eager shouts below, this person who was unclear to many people whether it was the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan or the King in Yellow Hastur suddenly showed a strange smile on his face.

Suddenly, standing on Yinglong's back, a terrifying change took place. The golden silk dragon robe turned into a yellow rotting robe, the stalwart body turned into a withered corpse, and the sacred crown on his head turned into a fallen man in a blink of an eye. The yellow belt fell behind him, and a pair of star-like and eternal eyes turned into deep black holes, staring at everyone with terrifying eyes.

And the Yinglong under its feet unknowingly turned into a highly rotten zombie dragon exuding a strange and stinking aura. The dragon's body was covered with black mold, and the exposed flesh and blood looked like dried mud. White fluff grows on the surface of the scales, surrounded by dense and terrifying black bugs.

The thunder in the sky completely degenerated into black lightning, the whistling wind carried treacherous waves, and the pattering rain exuded a corpse smell after soaking countless corpses.

Chapter 224: Jizi

Hastur, king in yellow! "

Looking at the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, which seemed to be rotting and withering in the endless years, everyone felt their scalps go numb for a while. They didn't know that they were deceived by the evil god. King Hastur.

In Seoul, those who faced Hastur, the king in yellow, only felt a certain kind of malice as deep as a black cloud over their bodies.

Bursts of holy and unclean voices echoed in their ears, as if they were directly resounding in their minds.

Those voices seemed to be orderly, but at the same time they seemed to be chaotic. They seemed to be the ballads of their mother calling them home, and they seemed to be the voices of worshiping gods in distant times.

Driven by this voice, they had the urge to throw themselves into the arms of Hastur, the king in yellow, and the only meaning of life in their hearts was to offer everything to God.

This feeling is so strong that all their rationality is occupied by the feeling, and there is no room for any other distracting thoughts.

In the dark, they saw a little girl wearing a maid outfit and white stockings on her feet, sitting on the back of the zombie dragon and said with a smile,

'san value 1'

'san value 2'

'san value 3'

As soon as this voice said, those who had knelt down to the evil god unconsciously, chanted praises to the king in yellow, pointed their fingers at their eyes, and planned to dig out their eyeballs and dedicate them to the gods. wake up

"Cthulhu, this is Cthulhu...don't look directly at Cthulhu, you will be controlled by him."

"Run, we can't defeat the evil god..."

"Run away..."

"Run, Smecta."

"..."

Uncontainable fear spread in Seoul. Those soldiers who held weapons, were usually well-trained, and were not afraid of life and death screamed in horror and fled.

Facing this kind of evil god who will be attracted, manipulated, and fall into its arms as long as they take a look at it, these soldiers will collapse without touching them. Come out fear beat.

"Cthulhu... Cthulhu, don't do it."

A shocking scream pierced the silent starry sky. The soldier who offered his faith to the evil god rolled on the ground at first, scratching his body with both hands, as if his body was extremely itchy and painful, and the two feelings kept coming and going. torment him.

As soon as the dense blisters emerged from the surface of the skin, they were scratched, and faint yellow pus flowed out. Wriggling tentacles emerged from his eye sockets, ears, nostrils, mouth, and the holes behind him, and went out. A viscous, disgusting liquid was dripping, exuding a stench that had been condensed countless times into the fragrance.

After a while, the screams stopped, and this monster, which could no longer be called a human being, opened its new eyes and looked at the new world curiously.

"Nia..."

A gritty and uncomfortable sound like bones colliding and rubbing against each other came from the withered throat of Hastur, the king in yellow. The evil god left the zombie dragon and descended slowly. A disgusting octopus tentacles.

One side of the octopus' tentacles is a highly decayed yellow with a fragrant smell, and the other is an uncomfortably dirty purple with a disgusting stench.

Dark eyeballs opened from the tentacles, and sweet lake water gushed out from behind the 'door'.

These lakes turned into torrents, rushing along the streets behind the wreckage, engulfing the fleeing soldiers one by one.

After being swallowed by the water, these soldiers did not die, but kept struggling in the water. Octopus tentacles protruded from their bodies, fine scales penetrated from the surface of the skin, and the gills used for underwater breathing turned over one by one. Open, squirming one by one, separating the oxygen in the water.

Gradually, these changed soldiers adapted to the life in the water. Instead of struggling, they opened their dark pupils and looked at the world curiously.