Creation: I Am Azathoth

Unlike the kings in ancient times, bloody massacres can be seen almost every day.

In fact, few members of the royal family observe the execution of the death penalty.

Rather, many people in modern society are afraid of killing a chicken.

Let alone lying on the grass covered with blood and human heads.

After being strong, fear and anxiety gradually surged into my heart.

A cold breeze blew past, shaking the branches around.

It also made Elizabeth's hair fly.

She closed her eyes and trembled a little.

Some courage comes quickly and goes quickly.

Anger converted to courage in Elizabeth's sentence - Jerome's death sentence.

But when people really die because of her, she will still feel uneasy and fearful.

This is especially true when someone in a high position faces betrayal by someone they once trusted.

The reason why she opened her eyes again was because of Artoria's hand on her shoulder.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and met Artoria's beautiful and heroic face.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, she suddenly realized the identity of the existence in front of her.

A sense of tension that the teacher stood by and watched during the exam suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

Arturia didn't care about Elizabeth's strangeness, and said:

"The king's life is doomed to avoid blood and fire."

"Power and desire are intertwined, calculation and betrayal coexist."

"Many kings perish because of this."

"If you want to wear its crown, you must bear its weight.

"For the stability of the people, giving him the most merciful and dignified death is already the best result."

"As a king, as long as you think it is correct when you give an order, that's enough."

Hearing this, Elizabeth forgot the discomfort in her heart and nodded excitedly.

"Yes!"

"hiss!"

Elizabeth seemed to want to say something, but the roar from a distance made her complexion change suddenly.

She turned her head and looked at the distant sky.

Vaguely, she could even see the figure of a huge tentacle printed on the sky in the distance, like a natural disaster at the end of the day, desperate and terrifying.

"What it is?"

Elizabeth murmured in a daze.

"A crazy sea monster, a monster made up of countless resentment and evil thoughts."

As Artoria said, she gripped the sword of contract victory.

On a flooded river.

Dense black creatures squirmed and crawled.

The monster that looks like an evil god is raging in the city.

Destroying houses, roads, and killing people around.

Fighters and helicopters roared past in the air, firing shells at the monster.

But instead of causing harm to it, it made it twitch its tentacles even more angrily.

The thousands of meters long huge tentacle instantly increased in value, easily piercing through a roaring fighter jet, and knocking another fighter jet to the ground.

The plane crashed into the ground, the explosion made a loud noise, and thick smoke billowed.

A vision of doom.

People fled to the center of the city in horror.

There was a lot of people, and there was a lot of noise.

George and Ed stood on the top floor of a building on the second line of defense, looking at the huge "octopus" in the distance

Since the revival of the myth, the wartime air-raid shelters in various countries have been converted to military use.

Metropolitan cities also have relatively complete preventive measures.

The big octopus in the distance is extremely obvious, and its huge tentacles reach straight into the sky.

"Devour it!"

"Destroy!"

"Abandoned doll, feel pity and anger!"

"Send the voice of resentment to the ears of the gods!"

From time to time, chaotic words mixed with various human voices came, adding a sense of epic to the doomsday scene in front of us.

"Ordinary airborne missiles cannot do significant damage to it."

"Mobilizing bombers to use cloud bombs and thermobaric bombs will cause accidental injury to nearby civilians."

George's deep voice came through the radio headset to the street below:

"Quickly set up a temporary defense line in the inner city, and the outer city is still roaming with demons and other monsters.

"Maybe we can't deal with that damned octopus, but we definitely can't let these bastards enter the inner city!"

"Build a space door to transport civilians to an underground air-raid shelter."

And at this moment——

A shadow hung over them, slowly covering the dim moonlight...

A slight chill hangs in my heart......

0 Seeking flowers……………

Ed seems to have noticed something, the mark of the moon on his forehead immediately lit up, and he chanted:

"Praise the moon."

"You are the guardian, you are the lord of peace and quiet."

"You are primordial, skylight, aging and dream..."

Luna believers pray directly to Froya, and they can completely hide the surrounding aura at night, and even turn into a different dimension.

I saw that the huge tentacles in the sky swung down suddenly, but went straight through the building where George and Ed were located.

It's like a mirror image, without causing any harm.

"The abilities of Moon God believers are really weird..."

Before recovering from the fear of facing death, George murmured in a daze.

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Ed let out a breath, sweating on his forehead and said:

"If you want to change your faith, His Majesty Heiluofu welcomes you at any time.

"But now, we should retreat."

"The protection of the goddess will not last long."

"Unless you want to go to the kingdom of the goddess with me."

Just when George was about to refute a few words, showing that he was an identified Messianic believer, there was a roar behind him.

"Roar!!!"

A hurricane is coming!

Houses were torn apart by the horrific hurricane.

The sky is falling apart.

More than 40 kilometers away from here, Hebrew shook his head and seemed to be a little dizzy.

In the battle just now, it was bound by the "octopus" and flew from the outer city to the sea.

Along the way, the scales on the body surface rubbed against the air, creating the feeling of a "shooting star" flying at low altitude.

On Hebrew's back, Rowling and Hermione were safe under the protection of magic, but their complexions were somewhat pale.

Controlling Hebrew battles is not an easy task.

Because of the fierce battle, Hebrew had large and small wounds all over his body, and a lot of scales fell off.

Streams of golden blood flowed out from the wound, joining the raging fire and surging lava on the surface of his body.

But this does not mean that Hebrew's combat effectiveness has declined.

because,

It has been a pure war machine since its inception.

It has no concept of pain, only the righteousness of anger that grows stronger as you fight. .