In the nearly 10,000-meter seabed, an indescribable existence is entrenched above Luoyan City. Its disgusting and bloated posture in the dim seabed reminds people of the abyss into which others can gaze.
"You have never appeared in my dreams, mediocre person, you are not qualified to face me directly."
Cthulhu stared at Animusfia.
It was like a mountain collapsing in front of me, or something else.
Madness and malice are like wild beasts that break free from the blockade and suppression in the mountains, biting Animusfia's will.
Not one or two, but thousands, countless "beasts" vying to tear this tiny mortal in front of them into pieces.
This was simply released unintentionally from Cthulhu's consciousness.
"Ha, now you are facing me, an old antique who can only sleep on the bottom of the sea."
However, Animusfia did not lose her mind under the bite of the "beasts".
Every bite the beasts took at him seemed to be chewing in the air, and Animusfia's will was like a ghost floating in the ocean.
At a second glance, there were no beasts or ghosts.
Only Animusfia stood amidst the almost substantial flow of malice that could be seen with both eyes.
The distinction between Jing and Wei is clear.
"An arrogant mediocrity who refuses to even understand 'truth'?"
From the moment human civilization was born, in the eternal dream sleeping in R'lyeh, Cthulhu has been able to meet sporadically humans whose spirits are strong enough to resonate with it.
They are all geniuses.
But the humans who truly saw the face of Cthulhu all fell into madness in the end and lost their sanity.
Without exception.
The existence of Cthulhu itself is one of the "truths" of the world.
The real truth is far beyond the limits of science or mystery, and far beyond the constraints of mere "roots."
The truth of the world can never be reached by living beings who live in the flowing river of time and whose consciousness changes with time.
For Cthulhu, there is no past or future, it is eternity.
"Or is it that you have already foreseen how miserable you will be when you know the 'truth', and have given up on understanding it in advance?"
More tentacles wrapped around Animusfia's body, squeezing the Neptune magic on his body that was supposed to resist the water pressure.
More madness and malice surged towards Animusfia, impacting his seemingly shaky sanity.
"Anyway, celebrate, you mediocre man. You have the honor to talk to the eternal Cthulhu - celebrate and then welcome your miserable end."
The tentacles wrapped around Animusfia's body continued to tighten, exerting pressure far beyond what the tentacles themselves could exert on Animusfia's torso.
"Gu————"
Animusfia groaned.
The pain in his body warned him clearly, stimulating his thinking that was already slightly sluggish due to lack of oxygen.
I'm afraid several bones have been broken.
The water flow controlled by Neptune's magic in Animusfia is enough to offset the water pressure at the bottom of the tens of thousands of meters of trench, but at this moment it seems that it does not exist under Cthulhu's tentacles——————
It must have worked after all, otherwise it would be far from a "painless" outcome like a few broken bones.
Even if he is the Great Old One, in the final analysis, Cthulhu's body at this time is still the body of the evil dragon Fafnir. How can he theoretically have such a level of power?
Animusfiya didn't feel like something was squeezing her.
Instead, it was more like his body was collapsing in on itself.
"Click."
A clear cracking sound was heard, and Animusfia's remaining right hand went limp.
When the severe pain was transmitted to Animusfia's brain, it also brought him information.
Not brute force...but space itself bending?
In general relativity, gravity is explained as the distortion of time and space.
The bones in Animusfia's arms and body were probably pulled by something close to gravity, causing them to break.
If it weren't for Neptune's magic, Animusfia's internal organs and bones would have been squeezed into a ball.
At this time, Cthulhu had lost interest in Animusfia and was waiting for the sea to fill the crack in the ground.
.......
A bright electric light suddenly illuminated the deep sea.
"Um?"
The bloated and obese figure once again focused on the tiny human in front of him.
The tentacles originally wrapped around Animusfia have disappeared.
All that remained was a blur and distortion, like a tentacled shadow composed of snowflakes and flickering green arcs in a tube television.
Animusfia, who was originally trapped in the tentacles, successfully escaped from the restraints and continued to approach the crack in the ground along the whirlpool of the sea water.
Animusfia burned the tentacles wrapped around him with a burst of amplified Jupiter magic.
But under the explosion at close range, Animusfia's shirt was also electrocuted into char, and Animusfia's skin also suffered varying degrees of burns.
On the exposed torso, the Jupiter symbol "♃" like a twisted 4 lights up from Animusfia's dark but vaguely transparent skin, like a star map.
This is the second method he uses to amplify magic when he is not running [Mimetic Heavenly Sphere]. Although the effect is slightly inferior to that of Mimetic Heavenly Sphere, it is better than simply releasing magic.
A body completely transformed by magic will not put a burden on the mind.
Also thanks to the transformation of magic, Animusfia was able to suffer only some burns on the surface of her body under the current of Jupiter's magic, instead of roasting her internal organs together.
Magic power itself is an insulator similar to pure water.
When the resistance is high, the heat energy generated is proportional to the current.
This caused burns on Animusfia's body surface.
Animusfia, who was moving downstream towards the rift on the original ground, also observed the phantom of the tentacles that had lost their flesh on Cthulhu's lower jaw.
it is as expected.
Cthulhu who came here was essentially still in a dream.
Although the Old Ones are higher-dimensional beings that are incomprehensible to humans, it is impossible to restrain such beings.
But the Old Ones were only the Old Ones.
They too had enemies, and they failed.
Another group of indescribable existences that also belong to high dimensions and are essentially the same as them, but with different standpoints.
"Old Gods" or "Old Gods" are what they are called.
Cthulhu was sealed on the earth by this group of beings, and was forced to use dreams to erode human civilization.
How could the seal of the ancient god be broken by mere magic and the Holy Grail?
Only when the stars return to their proper position and high-quality celestial bodies form a special gravitational field - the distortion of time and space, can Cthulhu, who was sealed for eternity together with the Luoyan City R'lye, have a chance to wake up.
So what kind of character is Cthulhu here?
I am afraid that it is essentially the same as the Cthulhu that human geniuses encounter in their dreams. It is the self-will of the Cthulhu spirit and one of the many incarnations of Chorazin.
What Bluebeard did was to find a "puppet" that could be manipulated by this higher-dimensional consciousness that wandered between dreams and reality.
"...Although it is only a fragile body, you actually dare to defeat the body of the great Cthulhu."
Green sparks ignited the entire pitch-black deep sea, arcs of electricity and snowflakes filled the whirlpool, and the entire Luoyan City seemed to be in daylight.
And the Old One who is entrenched above the city is the sun in the daytime.
Far beyond the power that the tentacles can transmit, it is not magic power or heat, it is just pure energy itself enriched in every single water molecule in the sea water.
The deep sea boiling under 10,000 meters.
"Human, you have offended the great Cthulhu."
