Deep under the sea, in the middle of the city of Lalaye, there is a stone statue with a fat octopus head and two bat-wings.

The statue looks strange, but it doesn't have any life fluctuations, only a dull coercion that hangs over the audience.

The 999-level seafood has strong attributes, and they have long been accustomed to this dull pressure, and they don't feel that terrible.

But when the statue suddenly opened its eyes, it changed completely, and the lifeless dead thing suddenly contained a huge amount of life force.

An indescribable fog enveloped it, making it impossible for the seafood to see what the statue looked like.

The terrifying coercion pushed over like a mountain of seas, and the movement became slow.

Kemon opened his eyes and looked at the city of Lalaie, made of green boulders, and his heart was calm, believing that his gaze was not malicious.

But in the eyes of the new visitor to Lalaye, there was suddenly a pair of very terrifying eyes in the center of the city of Lalaye, and the malice that penetrated deep into the skull invaded every nerve.

The unbearable seafood fell into madness, delirium, and the will was lost in chaos.

There was some fragile seafood that blew out the brain.

Kemon watched Lalaye restore his old order, and his heart was silent for a while.

Is the boring daily life of Mr. Ke going to be open again, Mr. Ke thought.

At this moment, in the city of Lalaye, a rotten and dark ghost flew out of the corner.

It came when Cthulhu's consciousness was asleep, but unfortunately he hadn't woken up yet.

The Ancient God Seal is very powerful, locking up a lot of deadly power, and the sleeping gram is almost no different from a statue.

But Ke is always too strong, once he awakens, the terrible power also awakens with him, and the ancient gods can only limit and weaken him, unable to make him submit.

Now that Mr. Ke has woken up, the ghost apostle feels the familiar pressure and immediately flies over to report the recent harvest to Mr. Ke.

Kemon steadied himself and listened carefully to the other party's progress report.

Looking at the other party's cautious and trembling appearance, there is a sense of immediacy when a newcomer in the workplace reports to his boss.

The black ghost reported to him that the adventurers had all returned.

At first, the black ghosts were suspicious, unsure if they had returned from a failed sacrifice or for some other reason.

They conducted a thorough investigation into the matter, and through demagoguery, coercion, or torture, they learned from a very small number of adventurers the reason for their collective disappearance.

The reason turned out to be that the rules of a high-dimensional game limited their personal freedom, and the game maintainers announced that they would be shut down for maintenance, and they all had to obey unconditionally and leave there until the game was opened again, and they could teleport back to the adventurer's town through a special passage.

The Black Ghosts, with their limited knowledge, could not comprehend what the adventurers were saying, so they had to understand:

There is an unknown god who controls the personal freedom of the adventurer, and the collective disappearance and collective appearance are inextricably linked to the unknown being, and his number of followers is unbelievably large.

Therefore, if he still infiltrates that town in the future, it is tantamount to encroaching on his followers in the realm of unknown gods, and he will inevitably attract the attention of unknown gods.

The black ghost is in a dilemma, on the one hand, there are so many adventurer resources in the red eye, they are smart and cunning, they don't know how to die at all, and they can also continue to resurrect at the town altar, retaining the memory of their previous lives, although they are not strong, they are all potential stocks, and they are not useful now, but in the next few decades, they will definitely be able to help Mr. Ke and offer useful sacrifices.

On the one hand, he is afraid of the attention of unknown gods, unknown beings are always unpredictable, he may be weaker than the old gods, or he can seal the great Cthulhu.

Thus, the Black Ghost threw out the most important issue of the day, and it hoped that Gram would show the way.

The black ghost knows that the gram is always sealed and cannot speak, but it can manipulate fear, hint at it on a spiritual level, tell it.

Kemon stared at its violently trembling figure, and his heart fluctuated.

"Players can even reveal things about virtual games to NPCs."

"NPCs really can't understand the player's words, so they can only use the gods to replace the game maintenance theory."

"Cultists who encroach on unknown gods? They are gamers, and there are no gods behind them. ”

There was no hesitation, or no need to hesitate.

The player is a better believer resource than the NPC, and now the level is low, and there are no good things, but when the level is high, there must be good things.

With such a question in front of you, how could you not want it.

Kemon stared at the black ghost, using the power of manipulating fear to instantly control its body.

The black ghost trembled as a result, feeling a great will over its body, and fear made it succumb, and it did not dare to have any thoughts of disobeying orders.

After a while, a vague and mentally broken voice sounded in his consciousness.

It can't hear the specifics, but it has a general sense of the will that the Great Being wants to express—infiltration!

The Black Ghost came to his senses, and the great Cthulhu decided to attack the unknown god with a large base of believers and take over his followers.

The tidal wave of fear quietly subsided, and the black ghost's ontological will was no longer suppressed, but the residual power he had left behind still hit its body over and over again, making its decaying aura deeper and deeper.

After a while, the humble apostle laboriously left Laleye.

He watched it disappear, and he found that these black ghosts were quite masochistic, crazy.

There was no word for a while.

Sanity seafood fights in the city, killing like crazy.

Gram was always a little bored and didn't want to watch them fight, he was tired of watching them, so he might as well find something to do.

From the moment he descended on Raleiye, he vaguely sensed that a reincarnation dream was being opened somewhere.

But because of the arrival of the black ghost, Kemon is not in a hurry to explore the distant dream.

Now that there are no black ghosts, and Raleyer is back in an endless boring routine, Kemon listens intently, capturing that feeling.

There are many vague connections, not as strong as the connection between "white milk" and "sweet taste".

Kemon struggled to capture the dream scene that took place in a distant place for more than ten minutes.

It was a complex of reinforced concrete buildings, and a man stood in the middle of the road, soaking wet, looking uncertain.

In another complex of reinforced concrete buildings, a woman yells in the street, asking if there is anyone.

There are also several dreams that show images of forests, farmlands, and mountains.

This time, Kemon perceived many dreams, and it was not just one person dreaming, but a group of people dreaming the same dream.