Phnglui Mgfh Cthulhu Rlyeh wgahnagl fhtagn!
Since reading the book from the University of Michigan, Lu Li has learned a lot about evil gods.
Not long ago, I just finished reading the Cthulhu chapter, and the secrets such as summoning spells are no exception.
Now, after thinking for a while, Lu Li discovered that these mixed-races were not trying to summon Mr. Ke, but were simply praising him, because the meaning of these syllables together should be:
In Lalaye, in her homeland, sleeping Cthulhu waits to fall asleep.
Who are you waiting for to fall asleep?
Could it be that everyone wants to meet in a dream?
Under Lu Li's gaze, the pagans chanted hymns crazily and launched a charge against the islanders. Fortunately, the main battlefield was not in the sea, otherwise, their own casualties would have been extremely serious.
The little mouse who was the bishop lay in his pocket, poked Lu Li with his little pink paw, and asked:
"Won't you go down and help?"
"Up to now, more than a dozen people have been injured, although there have been no deaths yet."
If you are injured, you can pull it back as long as you don't die and still have a breath.
To be honest, Lu Li took a leap of faith and started testing his faith just to catch fish. He would not take action unless it was absolutely necessary or if he could.
Back in the temple, the pagan high priest ignored the provocation and chose to act cowardly... which made him regretful for a long time.
"hold on."
Lu Li rubbed the little mouse's furry head casually and continued to wait.
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The mixed-breed was extremely excited, spitting out words one after another, as if he had been blessed by Mr. Ke.
Either in chorus or sing alone.
At this moment, the normal islanders kept thanking the omniscient and almighty God, and were glad that the Holy Light Werewolf came into the world and brought the correct beliefs and weapons, allowing them to effectively kill aliens.
As for being injured and protecting your home, is there any reason why you won't even shed blood?
Maybe this is a test from God.
Some people think so.
"The hybrids are so densely packed that they don't even need to take aim. Just pull the trigger and kill a scaly deformity."
Yang Kai, who had received all kinds of blessings and boasted that his strength was beyond the limit, stood on the half-completed temple with his hands clasped and his chest raised, commenting: "At this point, they are as fragile as ordinary beasts."
Like Lu Li, he was also fishing.
Of course, the target groups are different.
It’s not easy to obtain strong combat power, but you can’t show yourself as a saint in front of others? Have a great time.
"..." Mia.
Although she likes the special effects behind it very much, she knows very well that no matter how powerful she is now, it is still fake and she cannot truly grasp it. Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful!
“Although we each have a handful of sacred weapons, the number of these bastards is far beyond imagination.
In addition, they were part of the city in the past and were familiar with the nearby terrain. They had to find a way to get closer to the temple and concentrate their power in one place. "
Some islanders shouted loudly.
Obviously, this is a good idea.
This group of believers began to cover their retreat in turn.
Sometimes imagination is indeed important. The power of faith can make rough iron products strong and wear-resistant, making it a good material for making firearms.
In addition, it can also be transformed into bullets.
According to Lu Li's observation, after those guns fired with the help of the power of the Bible, after killing the target, they are only physically invisible to ordinary people and cannot be observed with the naked eye. In essence, the total quantity has not changed at all.
…
Not only that, killing members of the cult will strengthen internal cohesion and make the islanders more committed to the Holy Light Werewolf Cult he founded on a whim.
In just ten minutes, the power of faith increased dramatically. The werewolf statue standing side by side with Jehovah in the center of the temple exuded a holy light, as if it could come back to life at any time to participate in this battle.
"The death begins."
Because it was boring to stay in the pocket all the time, the little mouse climbed back onto Lu Li's shoulder, then came to his neck and whispered, "I don't know how many more lives will die."
As she said, more and more islanders fell down as they ran, crawling a few steps before the bloodthirsty bastards grabbed them and dragged them into the horde.
The screams inevitably sounded, and then suddenly stopped.
There is no doubt that there is nothing Lu Li can do to save him, but if he has enough faith, he may be able to manifest a paradise-like existence, allowing his soul to live forever and enjoy comfort.
…
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.
After all, their own believers hold enhanced modern weapons, so relatively speaking, the death rate is not high. Most of the rich smell comes from deep diver hybrids.
Their blood is dark red and black.
It smelled extremely fishy.
At this moment, under a crazy offensive regardless of death, all the islanders have been successfully driven around the temple, and a general attack can be launched at any time.
And this is inseparable from the intentional actions of the believers.
With more people and greater strength, the power of concentrated gunfire is obviously stronger, and the temple can provide them with a sense of security——
small book booth
At the highest point of the hall, there stood the junior high school student and Miss Mia who were full of special effects. The two of them were enough to solve some subsequent troubles.
Hiss~
Syllables were mingled with roars, pagan hymns were sung, and the charge began.
Claws and fangs versus unlimited bullets.
If the former's skills stop here, the final outcome will be complete disappearance, and Lu Li, who can't detect anything, will start trying to overturn the pagan temple and return to the sea.
If the strangeness reappears at that time, it means that the root cause of the problem has not been solved, and we have to think of another way...
"He waits! He waits in the dark cave! The priest who controls death in the darkness!"
The descendants of the deep divers praised Cthulhu for a long time, repeating it over and over again, getting more and more intense, but they never saw it, and finally changed to a different ritual.
Led by the hybrid elders, the still optimistic half-murlocs quickly caught up with the rhythm and added their voices to the group's shouts.
On the ground, streams of blood began to boil, a bit like syrup, thick and glowing with a deep black color.
In the temple, the eye-shaped altar finally began to move...
"He waits! He waits in the dark cave! The priest who controls death in the darkness!"
Faced with the increasingly loud call, the islanders were at a loss, and even the little mouse couldn't understand what it meant.
Only Lu Li, with the help of the academy's laws, understood this ancient sacrificial language.
This group of bastards dripping with pickled blood chanted harder and harder, until finally they stopped attacking and swayed on the spot.
Even if he doesn't understand the need, the little mouse can still guess that something weirder and more powerful will be summoned——
Some of the hybrids couldn't help but tremble, as if they were caught in a drunken struggle.
All the elders fell into ecstasy, and forced smiles on their stiff scaly faces, which looked funny and scary.
"He waits! He waits in the dark cave! The priest who controls death in the darkness!"
As the last complete word of summons and praise fell, Lu Li cheered up a little and turned his gaze to the center of the city...
Weird theater starting in London
