Perched on a hillside in the heart of Cardiff, Cardiff is the jewel in its crown surrounded by magnificent Roman and Norman residences and fortifications.

The castle made of granite looks much like a tower, but it is dozens of times wider than the tower.

Surrounded by a green meadow, it spreads out in a circular shape, adding a fairytale atmosphere to the castle.

In front of the balcony of the castle, John stared blankly into the distance, as if the oppressive feeling of the mountain rain had been hanging over the whole city and never dissipated, and the hazy sky gave people the feeling that it would rain at any time, but except for the occasional rolling thunder that spread across the sky, not a trace of rain fell.

"This is just the beginning."

John withdrew his gaze, his eyes drooped, his brows furrowed together, his handsome face without any blood, and a cold smile on his thin lips.

Only he knew exactly how long he had been waiting.

Revenge? No, it's much more than that.

It is true that the tribe was destroyed at the hands of the vile and greedy Celts and the hypocritical Gates, but today, the wheel of history has unknowingly ruined a qiē, and no one has thought that time is the most terrible killer.

No matter how glorious the race is, there is no escape from 'death'.

Even he could not admit that the world was fair.

"It is because of fairness that I want to provoke this system." John clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug deep into his flesh, but he didn't feel a trace of pain.

Since sooner or later we will have to face that bleak ending, it is better to die together.

He thought to himself.

Today is just an opening ceremony.

Since the awakening. John had been plotting all along, and despite his disdain for the Celts, the altar ritual by the druids did play a big role.

It took more than ten years to travel all over the UK.

Finally found all the 'tools'. Druids' canes, their tombs, sacred sacrificial objects depicted in triple spirals, and most importantly, the twelve dragon bones.

John didn't expect it to take so long, because in those days, dragons were as ubiquitous as birds flying in the sky today, and it was hard to find something that was related to the dragon species.

Don't look at the signboards of those world-class museums so loudly, in fact, there are very few 'catalysts' that can be useful.

So, I had to go back and forth between the ancient cities of England.

But I didn't expect it. He actually found the 'Fairy Realm'.

than this finding. The materials that have been collected with great difficulty are nothing.

John originally wanted to resurrect a dragon, use the dragon's 'undeadness' to slaughter everywhere, and wash away his hatred with the blood of the descendants of the Celts and Gates.

But after finding the 'Fairy Realm', the ambition swelled.

He did not hesitate to change his plans. With the collected materials, he threw himself into the 'Fairy Realm' without hesitation.

If it is said. The tomb is their home.

Then the 'Fairy Realm' is the holy place in their minds.

The so-called 'defeated Turns' hid in the tombs. The statement of 'building an underground kingdom' is wrong.

The preservation of the tomb is a ritual, a ritual to devote oneself to the 'fairy realm'.

However, with the decline of the Turists. The 'Fairy Realm' has gradually become a legend.

Because he accidentally strayed into the 'Fairy Realm' for a while, this may be a stroke of luck.

He thought so at first, but now

A hint of unspeakable fear flashed in John's eyes, his skeletal hands resting on the guardrail, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if he had touched some taboo.

After a while, I adjusted my mindset.

At this point, it's too late to regret it.

The future, fate, these things have long been abandoned.

Now he is standing here, just to complete the 'corpse' of the mission.

John exhaled slowly, and finally looked up at the gloomy sky, his deep, cold gaze as if he had penetrated the thick clouds and seen the 'behemoth' clearly.

Looking at this situation, it should be possible to delay it for a few more days.

When the time comes, it will be 'second hatched', and even the gods will tremble when they see it.

Hmph, godslayers, come and go crazy with me until the last moment.

A sneer crossed the corner of John's mouth, and he turned and walked into the room.

“”

A sneer froze on his face, and was quickly replaced by astonishment.

I saw that a new character appeared there.

Not to mention the lack of response from the countless enchantments placed around the castle, John seemed to find it hard to believe that he was not aware of this.

It was an extremely erratic figure - unable to feel any features. Not to mention a magician, with such an ordinary figure, even if he blends in with the ordinary crowd, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find him again.

"When we first met, I was Lefatilgate."

Lefa was still the same, with one hand on his chest, and bowed very politely, but his dress was really speechless, and the good gentlemanly etiquette was extremely funny.

John's pupils shrank, his brows tightened, staring at the stranger standing behind him who didn't know what was going on, listening to his self-introduction, rummaging through the information about the other party in his memory, even if it was a little bit better! This strangeness of knowing nothing made him, who was accustomed to hiding behind the curtain and watching coldly, extremely uneasy.

"Who are you?"

There was an unusual hint of hoarseness in his voice.

"As said before, Lefat Tirgate. It's an honor to meet you, sir. ”

Lefa said with a smile.

"Do you know what my first reaction was when I heard the name?" John's face was gloomy as water, but he sneered and said, "'This guy is lying.'" The name is just a mask, what I want to know is your real name. ”

Lefa tilted his head, and fell silent in a rare way. But his eyes became more and more strange.

"Is it tacit? Anyway, I don't want to pay attention to how you sneaked in, but since you're here, don't think about leaving. ”

John narrowed his eyes slightly, making no secret of his nakedness. Bare. Naked killing intent.

"I have come at the behest of my master."

Lefa said unhurriedly.

John raised his eyebrows, and the cold killing intent suddenly dissipated.

"Who is the master of your house?"

"The newborn king."

"I see, I didn't really know he was in the city. How? Do you think it hurts your pride so you want to demonstrate to me? Hehe, it's good to be young. Looking at Lefa, who was still respectful, John sarcastically unceremoniously.

"No, it's just a warning."

Lefa said lightly something that made John laugh instead of being angry.

"I really underestimated the young man. I'd like to hear what he warned me. ”

"According to the master's will. Please roll aside with your pet and don't try to disturb his sleep, or your pet will turn into a pile of bones. Lefa smiled like a mask, his tone unchanged.

Hear the words. John was surprisingly silent. It seems to be seriously considering the words of the other party.

"What do you think?"

Lefa asked softly. Those eyes are like inkstones filled with ink. The deep darkness condensed together, and if you looked closely, you would see a faint shadow rolling and shouting inside. Cheering for what's to come.

Suddenly, a hand fell from the sky.

That's right, it's the hand.

But not five fingers, but dozens, like the tentacles of an octopus.

The surface is covered with red scales.

It looks majestic and powerful.

Mutation came without warning.

The large balcony of dozens of square meters is like made of tofu, which collapsed in an instant, and it was so broken that it was impossible to recognize the original appearance.

John landed lightly on the grass, staring coldly at the dusty ruins.

Although even he himself was not sure that he would survive such a surprise attack, the uneasiness in his heart did not dissipate for half a minute, and what it meant was self-evident.

"Is this a greeting gift?"

Behind the prosaic words came from, and beyond that, there was nothing.

Having said that, John felt a great humiliation, took a deep breath, turned around, and stared coldly at the figure that had not been stained with a single bit of dust.

"Then you can now go back and tell your master, and say that Mr. John prefers to be practical."

"I see, but in this way, the master has to be angry again, there is really no way."

Lefa shrugged his shoulders in a pretentious gesture, with a look of regret that was not mockery, but more than mockery.

John was utterly furious.

In his opinion, the 'newborn child' was deliberately sent to humiliate himself. Even though I didn't want to confront the Godslayer so early, killing only one minion was nothing.

At best, it's just a tear in the face, and when the time comes to the official fight, it will definitely let those tyrants who are above the top know what is an invincible power.

The Turs are the greatest race in the world!

"Nefa!"

As soon as the words fell, the sky changed dramatically.

Another 'hand' loomed over it, and it was even bigger than before! If just now it was only one size larger than a balcony, now it is enough to cover the entire castle.

Such a vision is not unpleasant.

Lefa lifted his chin slightly, glanced at the almost infinite 'hand' with a blank expression, and took a step forward.

That's all.

There is no need for any exaggerated movements, nor does it need to be touched by any pretentious coal.

In an instant - the world was distorted.

John's expression gradually changed from calm to dull.

He stared at the scene in front of him.

The 'hand' that was enough to crush the castle was frozen in the air.

From the void in all directions, countless oversized tentacles suddenly stretched out, and tied up the earth-shattering giant hand, making it unable to advance an inch.

Why it is said to be tentacles and not ropes, the reason is simple.

In each tentacle, there is a blue-white blood flowing.

In people's eyes, it is as if taking an X-ray, and the blood vessels and blood flow are clearly presented in front of the eyes.

John didn't know what to say, as far as it seems, although Naifa couldn't use all his strength, being so simple to be subject to the other party had already proved the strength of the other party.

"Convey my apologies to your lord, and I will restrain Nepha and try not to disturb the king again."

Unexpectedly, John apologized without hesitation, and lowered his proud head in a gesture that was not low.

"It's great that you're so sensible."

Lefa didn't seem to intend to pursue it, but this was really not a taste in John's ears, and he wanted to get off the horse, but he was slapped in the face, and he felt so aggrieved in his heart.

But it can't be helped.

Who made him helpless Lefa.

Just a subordinate servant is so difficult, which shows that the strength of his master must be extraordinary.

It seems that the newborn king is not so simple, it is better not to tear his face for the time being, his dignity or something has been lost to the Pacific Ocean in the past few decades.

The reason why he was so angry was that half of it was disguise, and half of it was because he wanted to find out the details of the other party, and he did it with the mentality that just the servants would kill him, and he ended up in such a situation.

Depressed to depressed, in fact, John also breathed a sigh of relief, if the other party continued to endure and waited until the critical moment to make a move, maybe he would really have to fall behind.

Suffering a loss now will not help his plan.

"I will convey your apologies truthfully, please allow me to take my leave first."

Things are done, and Lefa is going to leave.

John suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but stop him: "Wait! ”

"Anything else?"

"Can you tell me your real name?"

As soon as these words came out, John didn't care if he would annoy the other party, his eyes were fixed on Lefa's face, and he didn't want to let go of any clues, because the methods he showed just now were very different from the magicians he knew, so maybe he was a great magician in the Divine Dynasty, and in the face of this kind of old monster, even a little more understanding would help his plan.

Lefa looked at him puzzled, as if he was a little helpless by this entangled attitude.

He shook his head slightly, took one step, and disappeared inexplicably.

Only one sentence remained that echoed in the air.

"Let's get acquainted again. My name is Nayarathotep. (To be continued......)