Cthulhu in the Sharingan

"Thank you for sending an envoy to rescue us from the cursed land. Your loyal servant will offer you a sacrifice."

This group of snake wizards still spoke in a hoarse and low language, but Su Chi could understand every bit of its meaning.

The next moment, several snake wizards enthusiastically grabbed a strange bird with bat wings, a horse-like head, and a layer of scales on its body.

Five fluorescent stones were placed on the edge of the altar, and there were some strange patterns made up of smelly liquids.

Su Chi felt that his body was very light, as if there was a silk thread connecting him and the strange bird, and he was constantly absorbing its energy!

If his spiritual power was originally 210, it soared to 400 after experiencing the Black Forest incident and seeing the indescribable color.

Now, it has at least doubled.

The spiritual power value is at least 800 points, and it is only 200 points away from entering the second realm.

The strange bird also turned into a mummy as it was continuously ingested, and the five stones turned into powder and drifted away.

The strong snake man in the lead fell to the ground, and the other snake men danced a strange dance, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

After the dance, the snake men who performed the ritual bent over and slowly retreated, leaving only the strong snake man in the lead. He stood up, his words full of fanaticism and respect: "Great God, after you enjoy the sacrifice, please have mercy on your loyal servants and tell us how to survive in the dreamland."

Great God?

Are these snake men talking about me?

Su Chi looked around and found that this was a black city...

It was Yousi, which had not been destroyed yet...

It seemed that he was living in a statue of a crow man, who was the new god that the group of snake men had worshipped for a long time.

He thought for a while, and then spoke slowly to the group of snakemen in the tone he remembered:

"On the city wall...you will take root here...reproduce and thrive...wait...for a new will."

After the words fell, Su Chi's spiritual power was exhausted, and he felt dizzy again.

He didn't speak the language of the snakemen, but a language that sounded similar to Chinese, but was more absurd and weird.

When he heard this voice, fear emerged in his mind, and a lot of knowledge poured into his mind.

But he couldn't understand, analyze, understand, or even remember it.

He didn't know what happened and why he suddenly became their god, but now he felt very tired.

Consciousness quickly dissipated, and Su Chi in the real world collapsed on the ground, snoring.

He slept very sweetly,

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

The tense spirit was relieved at this moment.

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“Reply… responded…”

The strong snake man said with a trembling voice, holding the staff tightly, which reminded him of another god. Under the enthusiasm in his eyes, there was also a trace of undetectable fear.

Then the retreating snake wizards came over and looked at the glowing scepter in the strong snake man’s hand with ecstasy on their faces. He knew that this was the will of the god.

They worshiped the crow statue devoutly, chanting: "Thank you, merciful savior and heavenly father, praise you..."

The red snake wizard stood up from the ground, holding a staff in his hand, and asked the strong snake man carefully:

"Master priest... our savior and heavenly father, what instructions do you have for the survival of our tribe?"

The strong snake man shook his head. Those present were all high-level members of the Yusi snake tribe, and they were all trustworthy. He took out a tattered parchment book, "The knowledge of everything is recorded here. I need some time to interpret the will."

That absurd and strange language seemed to have extraordinary knowledge. Even if the strong snake man tried his best, he only remembered two pronunciations in the end.

Corresponding to this parchment book, the expression on the face of the strong snake man became more and more confused.

"Wall...you?"

The strong snake man uttered a difficult voice, feeling very annoyed about his ignorance.

Hearing the pronunciation of the strong snake man, the snake wizards beside him also began to ponder Su Chi's intention.

Those cowardly and despicable ancestors seemed to have said that the messengers of God were the human race in the far east, and their pronunciation had four tones.

Qiang... Qiang... Qiang... Qiang... Qiang... Qiang... Ru... Ru... Ru...

The parchment book in his hand was flipping quickly. This group of snake people was very much like us before the final exam.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Suddenly,

The red snake wizard looked at the ethnic distribution map of this area, slapped his forehead, and countless flashes of inspiration flashed in his mind. He seemed to have understood the meaning of God.

"Did our savior and heavenly father tell us that if we want to strengthen the snake people, we must first destroy the giant worm in the east?"

After leaving the cursed land, the snake people came to this corner of the dreamland. This is a desert, and the small oasis near the water source is where the giant worm sleeps.

Hesitation will lead to defeat!

The will of God will never go wrong.

"Yes, it has been a long time since we last came into contact with a real water source."

The strong snakeman stamped his feet heavily. He looked at the red snakeman wizard in his eyes with admiration. "Pick up your weapons. We must restore the glory of the snakeman tribe for the will of the savior and the Father!"

Hundreds of snakeman warriors poured into the outside of the altar. They held uniform standard guns and made a loud and regular hissing sound.

A low roar made the group of snakeman warriors quiet down instantly. They lined up in a neat and uniform formation, waiting for the leader's order.

The strong snakeman nodded with satisfaction, raised the scepter in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Kill, kill all the creatures that prevent us from entering the oasis, and sacrifice that disgusting giant worm to our God!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The roars represent the firm will of this group of snakeman warriors.

Seeing this, the green snake wizard walked up to the powerful snake man, crossed his arms, and said, "I apply... to mobilize the First Empire Army."

"Those compatriots who have degenerated?"

The powerful snake man turned his head and looked at him, and immediately responded, "They have lost their minds, will not obey orders, and even lost their limbs, but don't forget that they were once our compatriots."

"Yes!"

The green snake wizard retreated with some regret and did not continue to dissuade.

Those compatriots who don't even have limbs...

Can they still be called snakes?

Master Priest, you are still too kind.

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