"The day the stars return, when the gods awake..."

At this moment, Jing Chuan couldn't help but have a bold idea in his mind: Shouldn't Ye be the awakening god mentioned in this sentence?

The stars return and the gods awaken.

"Accept the sacrifice that your faithful servant has given you!"

The next moment, several black-robed people with fanatical eyes came to the altar with a rabbit-like creature, and the rabbit-like creature chirped, but the black-robed man did not hear it, but prepared the other sacrifices in a serious manner.

A long umbilical cord contaminated with a clear liquid, I don't know anything else, but this umbilical cord must not belong to a human being.

A pair of turquoise eyes, still swirling.

There was also a pungent smell of unidentified slurry, a total of four or five barrels.

Seeing these things being sent, Jing Chuan's back was cold, and he seemed to feel that something was not quite right.

The man at the head looked suave and elegant, with a monocle and a monocle, and his demeanor was as civilized as a noble, but the fanaticism between his eyes could not be hidden: "Great God, you are the ruler of the old, please enjoy your sacrifices, please give your humble servant some feedback." ”

What do you mean, you mean to let me eat this rabbit-like creature, this umbilical cord stained with clear liquid, green eyes, and two buckets of slurry that I don't know what it is?

Looking at this well-dressed beast, Jing Chuan tentatively opened his mouth and conveyed his will:

"Contemptible.... The ants... I am the ruler of the old... These... Something lowly... Also with.... and my sacrifice...."

After these words were spoken, the entire altar fell silent.

"You.... You...."

The four black-robed fanatics trembled all over their bodies, and the short blades in their hands were no longer vaguely graspable, as if they had never seen such a situation before: "Please forgive me, I would like to sincerely kneel in front of you and listen to your call!"

With that, the four black-robed fanatical believers knelt on the ground and looked at Jing Chuan with great respect.

Jingchuan: ?

What's the matter with you, little brother?

Four rays of light floated out of their bodies, and then these four rays of light converged into a ball and quickly drilled into Jing Chuan's body, and Jing Chuan also fused these soul hymns with a confused expression.

Several fragments flashed through Jing Chuan's mind, and they seemed to record the most important moments of the four people.

Mottled fragments of memory flashed through his mind, and through a few fragments, Jingchuan seemed to have vaguely figured out what kind of world this world was.

Steam and the early years of the Industrial Revolution, a time of change, a hotbed of gods.

And the lives of these four black-robed fanatics are similar, and the bankrupt boss began to believe in the gods of the old days in the mysterious ancient books in order to avenge his blood revenge.

The nobles who led them to believe in the gods of the old days, the Count of Cabalen of the Fatsi kingdom, did not believe in themselves as fanatically as they did.

Now Jingchuan has figured out how things are going.

He is the god of the old days recorded in some hidden ancient books, and it is said that he was a god who ruled the world in ancient times.

Regarding this question, Jing Chuan is a little confused by the second monk: how could he rule the world in ancient times?

I don't know if it's because of the seizure or something else, but the result now is that Jingchuan is one of the old gods.

There are many true gods in this world who represent justice, and these true gods do not need to say anything about the attitude of "gods of the old" like themselves.

After pondering for a moment about the current situation, Jing Chuan stared at the remaining believers, and only the well-dressed beast Count Cabalon and his two sons were left, his two sons looked very excited, and the leader here, the Count Cabalen's excited expression seemed to hide... A touch of fear.

The Count of Cabalen never seemed to have imagined that the god they believed in would actually give them a reply.

People who believe in God actually fear God deep down?

Jing Chuan laughed at himself, looking at the rabbit-like creature that had stopped crying, in front of everyone's eyes, a turquoise mental power slowly poured into the rabbit-like mouse-like creature, the rabbit-like mouse-like creature's body floated in mid-air, and after a while, the rabbit-like mouse-like creature returned to its swaddling clothes.

He didn't do anything strange this time, but cleaned the whole body of the rabbit-like creature, and at the same time buried a little surprise in the depths of his heart.

I don't know if I can go back to Earth now, so there's nothing wrong with the proper layout.

But as soon as this thought arose in his mind, Jing Chuan's figure began to become illusory, and the next moment, he found himself lying in his rental house.

"Can I come back?!"

Jing Chuan was shocked, he didn't expect that he could come back: "But..."

Feeling the strange light on his body, it seems.... The authority of the old gods was brought by himself.

Looking up at the time, the night had passed.

"Time flies. ”

The time passage of the two worlds is almost the same, and Jing Chuan is now a little excited: "In the other world, it seems that it is difficult for my followers to cultivate, after all, everyone shouts and fights in the infidels, but on the earth.... Hahaha, wouldn't it be easy?!"

Earth, the famous demonless world, as long as you are transcendent in this world, then your strength will inevitably increase by leaps and bounds, what can those true gods in the other world do? !

The earth has a population of 7.6 billion, and this number is still growing rapidly at a terrifying rate, not to mention that everyone on the earth believes in themselves, as long as there is one-tenth or even one hundredth or one thousandth, their strength can compete with those true gods!

Jing Chuan sat on the sofa, his breathing was slightly short, but his mind was still a mess, and he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity emanating from New York State, and this familiarity seemed extraordinarily unfamiliar, as if it was similar to himself, but not himself.

Jing Chuan, who was going to turn off the phone, was suddenly stunned, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

Wait, this doesn't have anything to do with me, does it?!

Suddenly, Jing Chuan only thought of one word.

The gods of the old days!

He has the breath of the god of the old days in his body, and what is similar to himself but is not, that is the other gods of the old days!

What's going on?The gods of the old days have invaded Earth?!

Not to mention anything else, the earth is the hope of his own survival, and if there really are other gods of the past, he can't ignore them.

After thinking of this, Jing Chuan randomly conjured a black cloak, and his figure disappeared into the rental house.

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PS: The protagonist is not the ruler of the old days now, and the name of the god of the old days of the other world does not refer to the old days of the Cthulhu mythos, the two are different concepts, and the god of the old days they mean is really just the god of the past.

The various old days in the Cthulhu Mythos have not yet appeared, and Cthulhu does not need faith, what needs to be believed is the protagonist's current vest.