Are you crazy, you call Cthulhu a pet?

A week later.

There are no stars in the night sky tonight, only a few lonely stars, trying to shine, scattered sporadically, like discarded glass marbles, like Lear, lonely, the whole night sky is like an ink disk, there is a faint cloud in the sky, making the already not bright night sky even more misty.

"Ah! Aaaah! O great old dominator!!

"We are your most faithful slaves..." "

Our most devout believers..."

Your posture is so beautiful that I can't forget it..."

You are the best incarnation of the world,"

"Please accept the praise of your slaves and believers!!

"Praise the great old dominators !!"

In the middle of the night.

Lear opened his eyes instantly, his face was confused, he seemed to be... Had a dream.

In the dream, there is a group of people in a deep underground with tears in their eyes, tears dripping from their cheeks like death, as if they have fulfilled their lifelong dreams

, and there is a statue like a cloud in the center of the depths

of the earth, they see this thing and worship it, very religious, but Lear inexplicably feels,

this thing they kneel down is themselves.

"By the way, they are shouting about the old dominators."

"That's weird."

Lear is 100% sure that there are only strange evil gods in this world, and there are absolutely no old dominators

, so as the only self who knows the old dominators,

these believers are definitely related to themselves.

Lear quickly called out the system panel.

"Title: Lord of Chaos at the Beginning

" "Believer: 400

" "Communicator: 3

" "Subordinate: 2" "

Number of Subordinates Summoned: 0 (cooldown 45 days)

"

....

"Who exactly is the Lord of Chaos talking about?"

Lear had also doubted whether he had extraordinary power, but he had already given up after a punch hit the wall and hurt himself for a whole week.

"I still have believers,"

"subordinates mean Labradors and marmots."

"What a bother, what use are these pets for themselves?"

"3 communicators?"

Lear began to wonder if it was those three girls, it seemed that he might be the old dominator,

or how did the believers in the system come from.

"Hah!" Lear yawned, thinking so much about himself, and turned his head to continue sleeping.

It's a dream!

Yes, Lear dreamed again, only at this time, his consciousness was clear.

Everything around me is changing strangely.

It's like thousands of colors mixed together, and like going back in time, it returns to its original state.

Lear saw that this was that deep underground.

It was still the same group of people, they were dressed gorgeously, they didn't look like poor people, and there was a cloudy fanaticism in their eyes.

A middle-aged man at the head, his dress still retains the aristocratic clothes of the previous era, his posture is humble, and he kowtows desperately to the cloud-like statue with pleading eyes.

"O my Most High Lord, your most faithful servants are being rebelled against by the ignorant, who do not want to believe your thoughts, and even dare to insult you......... My Lord, your slave has encountered unprecedented difficulties..."

Lear only felt that he was very illusory, between an illusion and reality, which was a wonderful feeling.

"It seems that I am really an evil god, but why do these people summon me, rookie chicken, what can I help you?"

"In other words, how am I going to go back?"

.........

A group of people below, humble as ants, are still praying, hoping that Lear will send down the oracle.

"My Lord, your devout believers will now offer your favorite delicacies, and accept the hearts of your humble servants."

A minute later.

A few people who clearly looked like guards carried several exquisite female corpses, and

Lear frowned.

Why do you give me corpses, I don't eat corpses.

But these female corpses are beautiful and beautiful.

Lear felt that it was a pity, and he couldn't understand the proclivities of these evil gods.

The alive do not play, play the dead.

The middle-aged man seemed to be in a good mood, and he thought that he had found the most precious sacrifice for Lear.

One cry, two kneeling, three prayers.

"O mighty Lord, you are the embodiment of all the good things in the world, please enjoy your offerings, and if you may, can you give some advice to your devout believers?"

Lear blinked his mouth, very uncomfortable, he is now like a soul, he can't dry any chicken feathers, how to give advice, besides, he doesn't eat corpses or play with corpses.

But the group below ignored Lear's pain and were still chirping and praying.

Lear was annoyed and scolded.

"Get out!"

The cloud-like statue suddenly heard a hellish devil-like scream.

Everyone below the altar was shaken and bleeding from this scream....

They were terrified, and they buried their heads in the ground religiously and humbly, as if they had upset the Lord.

It was still the middle-aged man, at this time, his flesh and skin were cracking, his head was constantly swollen like a balloon, and the man quickly clasped his hands together and begged for mercy

: "Lord, Lord... Please spare your lowly slave, I can exchange the sacrifice!! Until you are satisfied............"

Lear looked at the back of the heads of the group of people below and wondered, could it be that he has great power in this form?

Lear tried to speak.

"Humble ants, I am the supreme God! You have sacrificed such filthy things to me, you deserve to die! "

What did they hear?

The Lord they had been thinking about day and night finally answered them, but their Lord was angry.

A group of people began to slam the ground in unison, thinking that this would slightly alleviate the Lord's anger, and there was nothing they could do.

In particular, the middle-aged man screamed, his face was ugly and pale, and his head was like a balloon inflated to the extreme.

"Lord, spare me, I will give you whatever sacrifice you want, I can die, but before you die, your faithful slave wants to sacrifice more sacrifices to you... Please..."

Lear also felt that this man was quite pitiful, his head couldn't help himself, he obviously couldn't use divine power, forget it, he didn't die.

At the same time, Lear is also thinking that the evil gods of this world seem to like to absorb some fanatical believers.

So after having 400 believers, because of the power of faith of believers, he gave himself great power, just like today?

But why do those evil gods, after having a large number of believers, kill all the believers, just because they are evil gods, so they do this?

After thinking about it, Lear decided to create his own group of believers.