Hasta, the King of Yellow!"

Looking at the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, who seemed to be rotting and withering in the endless years, everyone's scalps were numb for a while, where did they not know that they had been deceived by the evil god, this was not the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan at all, but the King of the Yellow Clothes of the Cthulhu evil god Hasta.

In Seoul, those who confronted the yellow-clothed king Hasta only felt some kind of malice enveloping them as deeply as a black cloud overpowering them.

Bursts of sacred unclean voices echoed in their ears, as if they were ringing directly in their minds.

The voices seemed orderly and chaotic, like the ballad of their mother calling them home, and it seemed like the voice of a god in a distant time.

Driven by this voice, they felt the urge to throw themselves into the arms of Hasta, the king of the yellow, and they kept thinking in their hearts that the only meaning of their lives was to give everything they had to God.

The feeling was so strong that all their minds were occupied by the feeling, and there was no room for any other distraction of thought.

In the dark, they saw a little girl dressed as a maid and wearing white stockings on her feet, sitting on the back of the zombie dragon and grinning and saying,

'SAN value-1'

'SAN value-2'

'SAN value-3'

As soon as the voice spoke, those who had unconsciously knelt down to the evil gods, recited in their mouths a eulogy in praise of the King of the Yellow Clothes, and pointed their fingers to their eyes, intending to gouge out their eyeballs and offer them to the gods, suddenly came to their senses.

"Evil god, this is evil god...... Don't look directly at the evil god, he will control it. ”

"Run, we can't defeat the evil god ....... ”

"Run, run, run....... ”

"Run, Smecta. ”

“......”

Uncontrollable fear spread in Seoul, and the soldiers, who were armed and usually well-trained, and who were not even afraid of life and death, screamed in horror and fled in rout.

In the face of this evil god that will be attracted at a glance, manipulated, and thrown into its arms, these soldiers will collapse before they can touch it, and the honor and sense of community of the soldiers who are usually taught by the instructor are defeated by the fear that constantly emerges in their hearts.

"Evil God...... Evil god, don't. ”

A terrifying scream pierced the silent starry sky, and the soldier who had offered his faith to the evil god rolled on the ground, his hands constantly scratching his body, as if his body was extremely itchy and painful, and the two feelings kept tormenting him.

The dense blisters were scratched as soon as they emerged from the surface of the skin, and faint yellow pus flowed out, and wriggling tentacles came out of his eye sockets, ears, nostrils, mouth, and the holes behind him, dripping viscous and disgusting liquid, exuding a foul smell that had been concentrated countless times more fragrant.

After a few moments, the screaming stopped, and the monster, which could no longer be called a human and did not know what kind of species it was, opened its newborn eyes and looked at the newborn world curiously.

"Naia......

The uncomfortable sound of grit like bones grinding against each other came from the dry throat of Hasta, the king of yellow, and the evil god slowly descended from the zombie dragon, and from under the yellow rotting robe spread out a disgusting and vomiting octopus tentacle.

The tentacles of the octopus are a highly rotten yellow with a fragrant smell on one side, and an uncomfortable dirty purple on the other side that emits a vomit-inducing stench.

Dark eyeballs opened from the tentacles, and sweet water poured out from behind the 'door'.

The lake turned into a torrent and crashed down the streets behind the wreckage, engulfing the fleeing soldiers.

After being swallowed by the water, these soldiers did not die, but kept struggling in the water, octopus tentacles sticking out of their bodies, fine scales seeping up from the surface of the skin, and the gills used for underwater breathing opened one by one, and squirmed one by one, separating the oxygen from the water.

Gradually, these changed soldiers adapted to life in the water, and instead of struggling, they opened their dark pupils and looked at the world curiously.

After seeing the yellow-clothed king Hasta, these soldiers who had been polluted by the evil gods raised their hands and shouted feverishly with the vocal organs hidden in their bodies,

"Praise be to you, Great Distant Feaster, Lord of the Deep Sky Sea, Unspeakable, Lord of the Yellow Coat, Hasta. ”

"It's over, it's over. ”

Li Zhengyi muttered, grabbed the theologian who proposed to let people try to believe in evil gods with his backhand, and smashed the butt of a gun on his face, smashing blood flowing,

"It's all you...... It's all your fault, what bullshit proposal, if it weren't for you, things wouldn't have turned out ...... way they are now. ”

The theologian felt as if something had been torn from his nose, blood gushing out of his nostrils, and numbness in his mouth.

"I ....... ”

His mouth squirmed twice, trying to defend himself, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a rifle butt smashed up, and all the words were smashed back into his stomach, and tears fell unconsciously.

"Are the people of the universe accustomed to being angry with others?"

In the command room, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Who. ”

Annoyed, Li Zhengyi roared angrily.

He can't blame the theologian for not knowing this, but he needs a punching bag to vent his anger, and it just so happens that this theologian has become a punching bag, and now that someone is poking him out, the anger in his heart is not the slightest catharsis, but is rising.

Seeing this, the expert on the side immediately took a few steps back, trying to reduce his sense of existence, for fear that the angry general would be angry with him, and he didn't want to experience the misery of his colleagues once.

"Miko. ”

Baskets?

Who is Miko?

Li Zhengyi was stunned, he looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see an old man wearing a dark robe, tied his hair and a crown looking at him with dissatisfied eyes, and it was he who spoke just now.

The expert on the side was also stunned when he heard the name Mizi, but he immediately became excited, and he no longer cared about the previous idea of lowering his sense of existence, and shouted excitedly, "Mizi, you are the monarch of Mizi! You are not dead? You are still alive? This is incredible, it is really incredible!"

"Who is the Miko?" Li Zhengyi was stunned by the expert's words, and the other party's clothing and the expert's words made him realize that this Mizi seemed to be an ancient?

And in this day and age, a living ancient can almost be equated with the transcendent.

His anger disappeared in an instant, and he squeezed a smile on his face that he thought was kind, helped the theologian on the ground up, and said softly: "Shijing, although you have masochism, you can't let me beat you all the time, does it hurt?"

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