The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a thick fog spread from the sea level.

The sea seemed to be sick, and the black and greasy tentacles protruded from the surface of the sea one after another, and black rotten marks appeared from the surface of the ocean, winding and twisting and spreading out in a serpentine shape, dyeing the already not very bright ocean into a complete black.

The behemoth in the deep sea slowly showed its head, just a little part, you could see how huge its size was, its wings spread out from both sides, extending into the canopy, its head lifted up a huge wave more than ten meters high, blocking all vision.

"Roar~Woowoo~"

The beast let out a terrifying scream that pierced the souls of all mortals in its vicinity.

"Hmm!"

Aaron clutched his head, he only felt a splitting headache, a crazy will that controlled his thoughts, and the resentment that permeated the air made his muscles tense all over his body, and his hands and feet twitched constantly.

Unknowable forces, forces from higher dimensions.

Unspeakable, fearful.

The fishmen on the beach were kneeling down to the behemoth, not the murderous butchers they had before, but a herd of lambs to the slaughter, kneeling on their knees, looking sluggish, calling out the name of the Great One over and over again, begging for her forgiveness.

The worship of the Great has been around for a long time, even in the kingdom.

Legend has it that many deep-sea races have touched the boundaries set up by the gods when they continue to explore the deep sea, and some deep-sea races choose to give up continuing to explore and return to their own realms, but some deep-sea races are ignoring the warnings of the gods and insist on exploring the deep sea.

Most of the explorers are missing, and a few have returned, either with great power, unparalleled wealth, or into a new world.

Among them, a self-proclaimed prophet began to preach, and in his mouth there was an external being who would eventually rule over all things.

When the stars are aligned in the right shape, the sleeping Supreme Being will awaken to the end of mortal destiny.

The Prophet promised mortals that if they were faithful and gave up their doubts, they would continue to live after the Supreme Being awakened.

Some deep-sea races, such as the Sea Elves, scoffed at this legend, while others believed in it, and as they spread, more and more people secretly worshipped the Supreme Being.

Finally, the truth of the Supreme Being was revealed.

The Great Old Ruler - Cthulhu!

The power of Cthulhu is immense, and the existence at the end of the ocean is only an insignificant face, and as its faith spreads, believers grow rapidly, and those who are mad, those who have resentment and fear, those who have collapsed under the weight of revenge, are all absorbed.

Then, they were all basically insane, for very few could comprehend the whispers of Cthulhu, and the mere glance of the Old Ruler from the endless depths of the ocean was enough to take a mortal from the most sober sanity to the most extreme madness.

But there are always a very small number of scholars, especially occultists, who, through diligent study and study, have been able to decipher the language of the old rulers.

They came to their senses.

The end of the destiny of all things represents a complete end, a total annihilation—the body is broken, the soul is dissipated, the breath is gone, and all existence will be completely erased with the awakening of the old rulers.

But if they can make a pact with the evil gods and please the great Cthulhu, the believers will be able to transcend death, they will abandon their physical bodies to reach the realm of psychics, and their minds will reach beyond the endless starry sky to the other shore, and life and death will only be shadows cast by the light of truth of the greater being. They will attain ultimate purity, the supreme glory that transcends the grasp of the living and breaks through the dreams of the dead.

This is the origin of the Sorcerer of the Old Dominators.

Now, the projection of the suzerain appeared.

The ocean boiled, and pure corruption gathered thousands of years of hatred, mixed with the sea breeze, constantly slapping the hearts of mortals

Hundreds of tentacles are hungry and thirsty to catch the creatures of the sea, the giants are revealing their true faces from the abyss, and the fish people who have not had time to escape from the sea glide helplessly, begging for forgiveness and trying to escape from the abyss.

The corrosive waters melted the flesh of the fishmen, destroyed the gills they used to breathe, burrowed into their puffy eyes, corrupted their minds, and turned them into even more terrifying monsters.

Even so, the fish people on the beach are still kneeling and praying.

The sea had risen higher, and the thick, blackened waters had already covered the sky.

What a terrible thing it was, it vaguely had the outline of a man, but it had a head like an octopus with many tentacles, its body covered with scales of green glue, huge claws were long, and behind it there was a pair of narrow bone wings, a bloated and fat body was constantly dripping with mucus, and a huge green body was like a mountain walking between heaven and earth.

This is the incarnation of Cthulhu?

Aaron swallowed deeply, his frantic emotions constantly stripping away his sanity.

The Children of Chaos had never felt so strong, as crazy hatred as the mountains of the Northland, and under the spiritual pollution of resentment to the bone, everything in the world became a lake, and the emotions like a tide rose higher and higher.

He seemed to speak of the Father's call, calling him back to it, and he heard the desperate cry of the waterfowl, and he heard the fishmen pleading.

For the first time, he sensed that the four gods of chaos were not omnipotent.

But fortunately, with the divine spark of the four gods, Cthulhu is powerful enough to corrupt and mad all the creatures in the vicinity, but Aaron can barely resist it.

He struggled to get rid of the sound in his head, struggling to rush to the fishing village, he felt madness coming from all directions like a tidal wave, he heard the fish people singing in the same rhythm, in the same key, he smelled a thousand kinds of scents—sweat, fish, sea, blood, rotten, burnt, pollutant, and, of course, the surging cologne on his body.

He didn't know what he should do, and his only reaction at this point was to find his companion.

The Darklight Village had fallen into even more terrible madness at this time, the attack of the fish-people stopped, but the remaining humans could not resist the roar of the giant in the distance, some of them were in agony and used their fingers to clasp their eyes, mouths, ears, noses, and some fell into hallucinations, they saw endless wealth, and stretched out their hands to embrace a better future.

More human beings are driven into a nervous breakdown, and the subconscious self-defense mechanism in their bodies is turned on, and the warning from the depths of the consciousness clearly expresses one thing: even death is better than complete madness.

Some people committed suicide, some blamed others for being bad, and some even put all their resentment on Aaron and others, thinking that they had brought disaster and that they had caused the village to become like this.

Reynard, who had been organizing the villagers to defend themselves, had become an enemy of the whole people in an instant, and the paladin had not gone mad yet, and he was constantly trying to calm the villagers and calm them down.

It was useless, the angry, and the villagers who had the ability to move knocked the paladin down, smashed it with their fists, bit it with their teeth, and knocked it with their heads, crushing Renard to the ground, and beating the paladin who was unwilling to fight back was covered in blood.

At this time, Aaron came.

The Viscount, who was not bound by oaths like the Paladins, raised his foot and kicked away the frenzied villagers, lit flames with his fingertips to scare them back, raised his sword to kill a creature with tentacles erupting from his nostrils and mouth, and motioned for everyone to get out of the way.

The villagers were frightened away, some of them turned their hatred against those who were not strong enough, and others sat still and wept bitterly.

"Roar~Woooo

In the distance, the supernatural giant moved slowly, but it approached step by step.

Her eyes were fixed on the small fishing village.

"Ah~Aaron." Reynard lay on his back on the ground, and the dean smiled wryly, "Did you see that? That thing?"

"See, she's staring at us." Aaron sat down as well, and Lord Viscount had a strange expression: "That's the god incarnate, the great Cthulhu incarnate—K

Racine."

"Great Cthulhu, that's the sorcerer's suzerain, right?" Renard stared at the sky with his eyes open, and his hands and feet twitched from time to time: "I just looked at it, and my head felt cracked, and now I feel like a thousand ants are crawling in my brain, and I can't think, Aaron, you say, what should I do?"

"What to do? What do you ask me to do with a piece of silver?" Aaron smacked the ground hard, "Pray."

"Prayer is useless." Reynard struggled to his feet, and he said silently, "I don't feel the power of my lord anymore."

Aaron's eyes widened, and he immediately raised the Sword of the Dark Moon in his hand.

Sure enough, the light that originally represented Su Lun's blessing on it had completely dimmed, and the divine power of the gods could not be connected to this place at this time.

The answer is simple, Cthulhu's will has blocked the entire area nearby, although this may only last for a short time, but it is enough, enough to destroy all the nearby areas within a few dozen miles, and all the mortals to drive them crazy, enough to crush several of them to pieces like an ant to death.

The sound of mad warnings continued to ring in Aaron's mind, and Krasin's avatar in the distance gradually detached from the sea, its body so huge that the distant coastal cliffs were dwarfed, and its body flashed with a strange color that only the endless chaos of the depths of the stars could have, and the physical world could not carry such a terrifying existence, and began to twist and overlap under its tearing.

As the tentacles surged higher and higher, the black mist began to gather in all directions, showing mysterious colors like nebulae, rolling five-colored lightning, and huge tentacles poked out of it, waving up and down, tearing the sky and the earth to pieces, as if stretching their muscles and enjoying the long-lost freedom.

At this time, needless to say, Darklight Village, all the nearby areas noticed this scene.

In many fishing villages a few kilometers away, people point to huge black shadows in the distance and look curious.

In the town more than ten kilometers away, the guards couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when they saw the twisted limbs of the supergiant.

Twenty or thirty kilometers away, in Mashan Bai, the Cormier admirals with monoculars in their hands were puzzled.

"What's that?"

"Damn, what's that place?"

The admirals realized that something was wrong, but they received no answer.

From the surface of the ocean, to the slender coastline, from one fishing village after another, to the town buildings where the nobles lived, the infiltration from the old rulers had appeared, and some people began to lose control of their reason, and the breath of hatred flooded their brains like a tide. Pain swept over people's hearts like a cold, deadly cloud, and the smell of treachery and deceit flowed down the rain in a thick cloud of resentment and sorrow.

It's starting to rain, it's pouring down.

"Run, Aaron, she's probably going to be me." Reynard was still making his last efforts, and the paladin squeezed out a smile, "I thought about this day a long time ago."

"Hehe~" Aaron's nostrils snorted twice, he was still laughing, and the rain had wet his hair: "Ha clam haha hehe~!"

He laughed maniacally, nervously.

He suddenly felt that his crossing was an out-and-out comedy.

Yes, comedy, because at the heart of any comedy is tragedy.

Does he want to cross over? Does he want to be the chosen choice of the four gods? Does he want to come to this world and participate in the game of the gods?

No, he didn't want to at all!

He doesn't want to cross! He didn't want to be the choice of the four gods! He doesn't want to come to this shit world at all!

What kind of world is this? This is a world where you will be attacked by a sorcerer when you go out in a carriage, you will be beheaded by a goblin, and you will die from an unknown assassination!

This is an incomparably cruel, incomparably realistic, incomparably *** world!

If he had a choice, he just wanted to go back to work, live a 9-to-5 life, play games from time to time, fiddle with his Warhammer pawn villain, go out for a walk, and live a healthy life, which was enough for him.

But he didn't have a choice, he just crossed over, he was chosen by the four gods of chaos, and he was lost

When he came to this world, he relied on the dispute between the four gods and a supreme existence to find a glimmer of life.

Well, well, since that's the case, let's go for it.

Aaron reluctantly accepted his situation, he tried all his might, he was slick, he was greasy, he tried to play between several forces, he used the power of chaos to strengthen his power, he used his deceased father to trick him all day long, he used the power of Slaanesh to curry favor with the goddess Suren, he used the power of the female ganqi to curry favor with the eldest lady, he kept tricking the priest, spending days reading the edict of the regent's daughter, figuring out her possible questions.

His every step was full of calculation.

Does he want that? No, he didn't want to!

If he has a choice, of course he also wants to be upright and upright, disdain these scheming, give up these greasy tricks, speak well, and be a good person!

But he couldn't help it! There are too many threats around him, and his talent before awakening is very average, he can only do this.

Now that you've been training for two months, you're already an elite spellcaster, so try to deal with the Cthulhu avatar Krasin in front of you!

"Hahahaha!" Aaron continued to laugh maniacally, tears coming out of his eyes, just like the sorcerer before him.

Everyone wants to have fun, but ...... Who can understand me?

His sanity was being lost, and his mind was filled with the horrors of Cthulhu's incarnation, accompanied by a terrifying loud noise, and huge godless tentacles continued to burst out of its flesh and burrow into his brain.

Give up, give up your sanity and go crazy.

Whispers from the Old Dominator tempted Aaron, his will being tested.

So, it's really just a comedy...... After being wronged, sad, and sad, Aaron's mind suddenly rose with countless hatreds.

It's all your fault, the four gods of chaos, you only gave me this little spark of divinity! Why don't you give me a little more strength? How could things have turned out otherwise?

Father, mother, blame you, blame you for not being dukes! Blame you for not having a better bloodline! Why aren't you Time Dragons?

And grandpa, if you hadn't escaped......

Regent, you are also worthy of hatred! You've tried me over and over again, and this time you got your wish?

And Mentor Lucian, and those obnoxious recruits, and the Lady of Silver, Suren, I will please you with the gift of Slaanesh, and you will give me a sword that I will not use at a critical moment?

Aunt and uncle, you parasites......

And Miss Warlock, and Eleanor......

Crazy hatred poured into Aaron's thoughts, and he cursed everyone he knew, like a drowning man looking for hope for life at all costs, the human instinct is to shirk responsibility, to find excuses to excuse himself, and when reason is gone, human nature is always so dark.

However, when Aaron read Eleanor's name, his mouth was open, but he couldn't say anything cursing.

Aaron's hatred and anger suddenly ceased as he thought of Eleanor, of her bright golden braids, of her pair of ocean-blue, always tender eyes.

He couldn't have that kind of affection for Miss Reverend, not at all, he only thought that it was good that he hadn't asked Eleanor to come with him this time.

After the endless hatred fades, there are many good memories.

The aunt rolled on the carpet in front of the royal court, just to get a little profit for him.

Without thinking about anything in return, Suren saved his dying self for free.

Mentor Lucian keeps an eye on himself and his own interests, Renard's big smile, Disma's awkward dinner invitation every evening, and the regent's attention to herself.

There is also his agreement with the eldest lady, and the contract with the pastor for the rest of his life......

Aaron silently watched as the Optimus Giant approached, Cthulhu's avatar, Krasin.

The sorcerer was really right, this thing was indeed self-inflicted, too much pain, crazy villagers, and great destruction.

sky

Darkness, heavy rain poured, and the black rain drenched Aaron's whole body.

He suddenly remembered the saying "Without sacrifice, there is no victory", "Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire, and blood is the fertile soil of the empire".

Yes, even though the sky is covered with darkness, in the hearts of mankind, the light of hope never fades.

We always eagerly look forward to the day when human beings, and indeed all races, can enjoy peace and happiness, and we always eagerly look forward to the day when people can understand each other and work together for a better future.

But until then, I have to survive!

Stay alive!

This is the meaning of battle.

Unconsciously, Aaron's faith grew stronger and stronger, and madness was being pushed out of his brain by a force, a white-gold ring flashing above his head, and the darkness that was getting closer and closer was dispelled by the light.

Survive!

There seemed to be a fire burning in his body, and the power called courage penetrated into his body, Aaron clenched his fists, and his soul was now full of fighting spirit!

Extreme changes in emotions bring a huge amount of energy, and the power of Slaanesh has never been so furious, so excited.

Aaron felt the chaotic power in his body, and he suddenly thought of something.

"I have a plan, a damn plan!" Aaron said to Renard.

"And a plan?" The paladin clutched his head, he was already going crazy: "How sure is Tom above?"

"50%, dead or alive." Aaron laughed wildly, took a step, and galloped all the way up the cliff.

He's going to confront the incarnation of Cthulhu.

To live!

He thought about it, if life never stops, progress will never stop.

This ambition, chasing the stars!