In this lost ancient city.

Dagon chanted an ancient incantation with no traceability, as his hands slammed the stone "water tank" in front of him, and the clattering sound resounded like thunder through the dark sky of Luoyang City.

Since the palace where Cuttuart lived was located in the center of the city, and the altar at the top of the tower was the highest place in the city, standing on the edge of the platform at the top of the tower, Chen Jing could see everything that was going on in the city.

Yes.

Dagon awakens this ancient city that has been dormant for a long time.

All the buildings in Chen Jing's eyes were constantly distorted, as if the entire city's space had fallen into a state of distortion, and they wriggled wildly in the silent silence, like an amorphous gelatinous substance.

At a glance.

The whole ancient city seems to have turned into a pool of soft and heavy dark green asphalt.

When they first entered this strange state, the shapes they wriggled and transformed were at least geometry that could be understood by humans, but as the more obscure spells that followed blurted out from Dagon's mouth, the shapes they transformed became more and more incomprehensible, and even Chen Jing didn't know how to describe the strange light that appeared in this ancient city.

"The blood of the Great Gon in my body is burning...... priest Chagong suddenly spoke.

Previously, he had always maintained a humble silence, especially in the process of Chen Jing's conversation with Dagon, he only listened but did not dare to speak, did not express any opinions, and did not dare to raise the slightest question.

He's not a madman like Notoya.

Not even a careerist like Gambalo.

So Khargon knew what to do and what not to do.

"You feel it too?" Chen Bofu asked curiously, he admired Chagong's intellectually interesting performance, so at this moment, he did not have much hostility towards this fish-man priest, but regarded the other party as a "reserve's own person".

"It seems that Armitage is in the right direction...... "Seeing that the old man took the initiative to talk to him, and after knowing the true identity of the other party, he naturally did not dare to slack off, and immediately replied, "We, the family members of Dagon...... The source of its power is not Dagon...... Rather, it is the One Supreme Being served by the ancient gods of Dagon......"

"So the source of your sequence should be Cuttuart in Snail City?" Chen Bofu asked with a smile.

"That's how it should be." The priest nodded cautiously, "I can sense that this city is recovering, and it is sleeping in the depths of it...... The most ancient being is about to awaken. ”

Just as the priest of Kshagong wanted to describe his feelings in detail, Dagon suddenly stopped tapping the "water tank" with his hand, and Tekiri, who had been lying in the "water tank" all along, also revealed his true form at this moment......

It was only at this time that Chen Jing and the others realized that Tekili was not some kind of brachiopod creature similar to an octopus...... To be precise, they couldn't be sure if it was a living thing, because it was very similar to "Deep Space Color", and it was a life form that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

If you look at it with the naked eye.

Then it is an amorphous black substance, which gushes out of the mouth of the "water tank" like asphalt, and then begins to spread and spread freely in the sky, "flowing" freely......

It is the sky and the earth of the city of Luo.

It is also the strong winds and showers of the city of Luo.

Chen Jing and the others witnessed the whole process of the integration of Tekili and Luoyan City.

Using its multiplying nature, Tekili used its torso to occupy the entire sky, and then it split into tiny raindrops and fell to the earth with the howling wind.

At this moment, the sky and the earth are connected by countless sticky "silk threads", like broken lotus roots, and they are constantly squirming towards each other to pull the distance...... No, to be precise, it's the Tequili who is pressing the sky against the earth, or dragging the earth to the sky!

"How do I feel like I'm going to be crushed to death......" Chen Bofu looked at the sky that kept falling to the ground, even though he knew that Dagon would not harm them, but it was also a little creepy, "I remember when I was young, I was accidentally pushed into a hydraulic press...... That's what it feels like! ”

"Don't worry."

Dagon had stopped chanting the obscure ancient incantations, it had done everything it had to do, so it looked up at the sky as it flew closer to the ground, just like everyone else.

"We will meet soon in the master's palace......"

Although he was comforted by Dagon, everyone was obviously still a little uneasy, and even the Kshagong priest, a devout Dagon believer, couldn't help but show unconcealed panic in his eyes.

Now.

The speed at which the sky fell to the ground increased again.

Chen Jing glanced back at the old man, nodded and motioned for him not to worry, and before the old man could respond, the sky made of Tekili was violently pressed down......

In a flash.

Chen Jing and the others lost consciousness as soon as it was dark in front of them.

And for a moment.

Chen Jing: Their consciousness and even their visual system have recovered.

"What is this place......

Chen Jing subconsciously looked around, only to find that he was in an unfamiliar building, and the old man and the priest of Chagong were completely gone, and Dagon didn't seem to be here, Tekili ...... It's still there, but it's in heaven.

Just when Chen Jing was looking around for the old man in a daze.

He heard a faint breath behind him.

Before he could turn his head.

He only felt the person behind him suddenly raise his hand and put it on his shoulder.

That hand is a human hand.

The skin is so pale that you can almost see the veins.

But in terms of tactile sensation......

It doesn't look like a human hand.

Because of the biting, cold and "soft" touch, it is really difficult to associate with the palm of a normal human hand.

"Old Friends ......"

"You're making me wait......"

"This banquet has been absent for hundreds of millions of years......"

Hearing this slightly hoarse voice, Chen Jing couldn't help but turn his head and saw a thin and tall stranger standing behind him.

Judging by physiognomy.

The other party meets all the elements related to human beings.

Oujing's facial features and short black curly hair, coupled with the classical suit that old-school gentlemen love, all make "he" look like a "fellow" from the last century.

"I'm sorry, Cutt...... Mr? ”

Chen Jing didn't know what to call this ancient god for a while, because he really looked like a human in the surface world, and he couldn't feel the breath of an ancient god at all.

"The Yellow King can't come."

"I can only come to your banquet in his place......"

Hearing this, the pale and thin Cuttuart smiled and slowly withdrew the right hand on Chen Jing's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, you or him, it's the same."

(End of chapter)