The Holy Right of a Comic

In the myth of Cthulhu, the name of Azathoth has been circulated in countless worlds.

Creatures on every world know that the foolish, blind god is the product of madness without reason.

But he has never wondered why the head of the gods in a mythological system is a crazy thing.

Even an evil god like Nyarlathotep has reason, and even cunningly approaches the human impression of demons.

On many worlds, Nyarlathotep is synonymous with demons.

When Roy thinks carefully, he will find that it is very likely that this is the process of Azathoth defeating his ego madness.

When he really overcomes madness and lies, he will reach the ultimate pinnacle.

The process of him polluting the world with madness is more like letting countless worlds and creatures bear the eternal madness for him.

Until the day when He wakes up, it will be the end of everything.

For this reason, those evil gods with reason played wild songs in his temple, not to let the head of the demon god wake up, but to let him sleep forever.

Among them, the one who returns everything to one may have played a huge role.

"It is more likely that there is no such position at all, and all the positions have long been occupied and taken away by the old gods."

The voice of the All-In-One suddenly carried a sense of irony, which shows that He is indeed a creature with self-will.

Rather than a crazy concept like Azathoth.

Roy heard the words of the One Who Lives All Things, and he said curiously: "...If that's the case, why do you need to stop Azathoth."

"...Let His madness infect the entire Almighty Universe, and let the piercing sound of the flute resound everywhere within the reach of all living beings."

"When it wakes up, it may be able to explore the road ahead for you."

The billions of eyes in Yog Sothoth's bubble stared closely at the huge cross symbolized by Roy, and he whispered from the end of time:

"...no one, no god knows what Azathoth will bring when he awakens."

"No one, no god knows whether there is a place for oneself in the end."

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The words of the All-In-One are quite a riddle, and people can't understand what He is saying.

But Roy understood, and the Christian god laughed loudly and said, "...It's really selfish but pure thinking."

"...Fear comes from the unknown, and fear is also an inevitable emotion of spiritual things."

"Azathoth has lost his spirituality, so he has no fear."

"...But Yog Sothoth, you still have the will. You, who bring fear to all things, are also afraid of the unknown. It's really funny."

After a pause, Roy also laughed at himself, "...Of course, I am not without fear, fear of the unknown."

"...However, my thirst for knowledge still makes me fanatical and impulsive."

"The current situation is the confrontation of the Three Kingdoms. You and I are the best partners. Before you and I can overcome lies, charm and madness together."

"...Before we reach the same position as that stupid lunatic, we should unite together to prevent that lunatic from waking up."

The huge cross that Roy symbolized suddenly dissipated and turned into a spot of light.

In this way, the light spots permeated the boundless void, merging with Yog-Sothoth's 'body' composed of countless bubbles.

At this moment, pure brilliance overflowed in the eyes of this twisted and evil old ruler.

"We exist at both ends, but knowledge and wisdom are neither good nor evil. The knowledge you have gives me enough time to improve myself."

"...As an ally, instead of letting me waste that time, it is better for you to lead me into a deeper cave."

"As the master of time and space, you are enough for me to spend the useless accumulation of time."

The countless bubbles didn't stop Roy, they just let him merge with himself, sharing each other in the spiritual fusion.

Dirty knowledge, pure knowledge, those are all knowledge, part of the composition of the world itself.

They are all at the weak end, so they must unite together to prevent that crazy thing from taking everything from them.

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At the same time, the expression of the Chaos of Fu Xingzhi in the hell shaped by Roy changed slightly.

She found herself completely cut off from her bewildered and blinded dream connection.

In other words, she lost the ability to travel through the world, and was thrown into this forbidden world like a turtle in a urn. Where.

Chapter 146: Four Rings of Hell

"Yug Sothoth!"

That huge roaring monster whose head was replaced by tentacles grew dozens of tongues out of her body, with a huge mouth like sharp teeth of a shark.

In those mouths they chanted together aloud the name of some One who made all things one.

The person who can cut off the dream between her and Azathoth, so that the messenger of the old ruler can no longer assume the responsibility of the messenger, must not be Roy.

Even if Roy has some understanding of these evil gods, it is impossible for him to be as thorough as the one who is the ruler of the old days.

Not to mention that Roy has never seen the head of the sleeping demon god with his own eyes, but the one who returns everything to one can travel to and from the palace located in the deepest part of the universe.

However, relying on Yog Sothoth alone is not enough to cut off the connection between Nyarlathotep and Azathoth.

The relationship between Nyarlathotep and Azathoth is extremely close, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are mother and daughter.

After all Nyarlathotep is truly a part of Azathoth.

Under normal circumstances, Nyarlathotep would have enough time to react even if the All-In-One wants to cut off the connection between the two.

But today's Nyarlathotep happened to be imprisoned in hell by Roy, which made her lose the opportunity to use the dream to escape.

It can be said that this is the calculation of the two 9=2 MAGUS for her 8=3.

Roy and Yog Sothoth didn't have any prior communication, but they tacitly imprisoned her in this hell that belonged to Roy.

This is a conversation between wise people, a collision of wisdom and wisdom. The two Magus only need to think to make the most correct choice.

Yog Sothoth believed that Roy could find the process necessary to overcome lies and madness.

Roy also believes that the one who returns everything to one must have his own plans and enough reason.

Silently, the two great beings completely captured Nyarlathotep with the force of two sides.

"Yug Sothoth!"

Crouching Chaos whispered the name again.

But there was no anger in her tone, just a sly sigh.

The evil god who brought the world a tragic future like a demon will not easily become incompetent and furious.

Besides, Nyarlathotep knew from the beginning that the one who made all things could not be trusted.

Although they are collectively referred to as the Old Ones, it does not mean that they are clansmen who share weal and woe.

Each Great Old One has its own demands and wills.

Mutual killing and betrayal are the normal state of these evil gods.

"You have nowhere to go!"

The one-eyed Demon God stood high above, staring coldly at the twisted giant covered in tentacles in front of him.

Othinus smiled coldly, and the power from Nephthys was behind her.

Following Othinus' right hand move, ten crossbow arrows appeared behind him.

The main god of northern Europe waved his hand, and one of the ten crossbow arrows was shot out.

It was like a human hero shot through the dragon, causing the dragon to fall to the ground.

With incredible power, it shattered Nyarlathotep's tentacles and shot into an evil eye on her giant body.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The terrifying giant let out a cry of pain, and Nyarlathotep staggered and stepped on the steaming magma, splashing waves of orange-red flames.

Countless tentacles waved and shattered the dark rocks all around, shaking the earth and shaking mountains in this dark hell.

But this is Roy's mental world after all, and even the God of Many Faces can hardly break it.

On the imaginary land that is vast and boundless but only has magma flowing, one of the three pillars from the Cthulhu mythology can only make a painful but helpless roar.

Othinus was so powerful that the crossbow bolts behind her shot out one by one, piercing the giant's knees, arms and abdomen, nailing him to the ground.

Every time the roaring giant grows a tentacle, the crossbow bolt smashes it, letting the blood of the evil god sprinkle on the magma of hell, blooming evil and rotten flowers.

Suddenly, in the deepest part of hell, the gate of Hades opened, and a bitter cold wind blew out from the gate.

The wind of Hades blew, freezing the boiling magma in hell into frost, and turning the evil flowers into pure white crystals.

At the same time, Nyarlathotep's movements were gradually withering, frozen by the extreme cold wind, and turned into slivers of ice.

The icicles of those tentacles shattered at the touch of a finger.

Once again the flames of hell boiled in the frost, burning Nyarlathotep's body to ashes.

Immediately after the wind of Hades blows again, it freezes the body of the evil god again. 0

In this way, the God of Many Faces fell into the dual world of freezing and flames, and cycled between infinite resurrection and death.

Only the dancing of those sticky tentacles and the painful roar of the giant tell the suffering that this evil god is now facing.

"This is the pain you brought me for a long period of time, and then at the same time, you will be tortured by the wind of Hades until you completely fall into madness and have a mental breakdown."

"... Just like your master, who will sink into madness forever but can't wake up."

Wearing a long black dress and a veil, the queen of the underworld made an icy, sonorous sound that seemed like everything was withering.

This demon god who was calculated by Nyarlathotep a long time ago and could not escape the madness of Azathoth even after becoming a demon god, had a flash of joy in his eyes at this moment.

After going through several mythological eras without a mental breakdown, she has been thinking about how to take revenge and save herself, which shows how firm the will of the Empress of the Underworld is.

Now that I have had my revenge, seeing that the evil god who manipulated my life will fall into the real hell, even Proserpina felt a burst of extreme pleasure.

The ninth floor of hell has four rings, which are divided into Cain, Antenor, Ptolemy and Judas.

This is the fourth ring, that is, the last ring of hell, the Judas ring, where sinners will be frozen forever, burned by fire, eaten and bitten by sin, forever and ever.

Just like the current Nyarlathotep, she is 0.2 Judas and a fallen Satan. She is imprisoned in the deepest part of hell forever by God, licked by flames, and frozen by the wind of Hades.

The gigantic roaring giant constantly changes shape, from a pharaoh in Egyptian attire to a bloated daughter in red.

For a while it turned into a huge bat, and for a while it turned into a terrifying sarcoma.

The name of the God of Many Faces is fully interpreted here.

But even the crouching chaos, one of the three pillars of the old rulers, under the majesty of God, there is only a miserable and desolate howl left.

This is the strictest prison, no one except Roy can take the initiative to come here, and no one can save him.

This cunning, beautiful, and evil old ruler has completely become Roy's prisoner and trophy, and he can ask for anything he wants. .

Chapter 147 Roy's "Little Garden"

The deepest layer of hell, the lowest layer of the world in the Christian world view, symbolizes the crown of the Kabbalah, and Roy is standing on the cold and empty land.

The winds of hell and Hades blow endlessly here, bringing pain that freezes the soul.

Under the dry surface, the fiery flames of hell erupt violently, washing away sins and burning everything.

Right in front of Roy's eyes, the God of Many Faces is being frozen and burned by the ice and fire of hell, and he will bear the pain of tearing his soul forever.

But even so, one of the three pillars of the old ruler did not show any sign of begging for mercy in the wailing, but in the chattering laughter, there was a weirdness and cunning.

Roy stared at the old ruler in front of him with interest.

Although he once imprisoned Yog Sothoth, it was only the incarnation of the All-In-One and a part of Him.

And now Roy, who has reached the 9=2 rank, has truly imprisoned Nyarlathotep in his own world.

The evil god in front of him will lose his freedom completely, unless Azathoth wakes up from eternal madness.

"But I'm afraid he will never be able to wake up. Yog Sothoth will not allow it, and neither will I."

A faint smile was drawn on the corner of Roy's mouth, and the smile was like a spring breeze.