Deep under the sea, in the center of Raleye City, there is a stone statue with an octopus head, a fat body and two bat wings.
The statue looks weird, but it doesn't have any life fluctuations, only a dull pressure envelopes the entire place.
The 999-level seafoods have powerful attributes and have long been accustomed to this dull pressure, so they don't find it that scary.
But after the statue suddenly opened its eyes, everything changed in an instant. The lifeless dead object suddenly contained a huge amount of life force.
An indescribable fog shrouded it, making it difficult for the fish to see the appearance of the statue.
The terrifying pressure pushed over like an overwhelming mountain, and the movement became slow.
Kemen opened his eyes and looked at the city of Raleye made of green boulders. He felt calm and thought that his eyes were not malicious.
But in the eyes of the new visitors to R'lyeh, a pair of very terrifying eyes suddenly appeared in the center of R'lyeh city, and the malice that penetrated into the skull invaded every nerve.
The unbearable seafood fell into madness, became confused, and lost his will in the chaos.
There was some flimsy seafood and the brain exploded.
Kemen was speechless for a while as he watched Raleye restore the old order.
Is Mr. Ke’s boring daily life going to start again? Mr. Ke thought to himself.
At this time, in the city of Raleye, a decayed and dark ghost flew out from the corner.
It came when Cthulhu's consciousness was asleep, but unfortunately Mr. Cthulhu had not yet woken up at that time.
The ancient god's seal is very powerful, locking in a lot of deadly power, and the sleeping Mr. Ke is almost the same as a statue.
But Mr. Ke is too strong. Once he wakes up, the terrible power will also wake up with him. The ancient god can only restrict and weaken him, but cannot make him surrender.
Now that Mr. Ke is awake, the ghost apostle feels the familiar pressure and immediately flies over to report the recent gains to Mr. Ke.
Kemen calmed down and listened carefully to the other party's progress report.
Looking at the other person's cautious and trembling appearance, I felt like a newcomer in the workplace was reporting to his immediate boss.
The black ghost reported to Him that the adventurers were all back.
At first, the black ghosts were confused and unsure whether they had returned after a failed sacrifice or for some other reason.
They conducted a thorough investigation into this, and through means such as bewitchment, coercion, or torture, they learned from a very small number of adventurers the reasons for their collective disappearance.
The reason turned out to be that the rules of a certain high-dimensional game restricted their personal freedom. The game maintainers announced a shutdown for maintenance, and they had to obey unconditionally and leave there. Only when the game was started again could they be teleported back to the adventurer town through a special channel.
The black ghosts have limited knowledge and have difficulty understanding what the adventurers are saying. They can only understand it as:
There is an unknown god that controls the personal freedom of adventurers. Collective disappearances and collective appearances are inseparable from that unknown existence. The number of his followers is unbelievably large.
Therefore, if you continue to infiltrate that town, it will be equivalent to invading his followers in the realm of the unknown god, and you will definitely attract the attention of the unknown god.
The black ghost is in a dilemma. On one side, there are so many adventurer resources. They are smart and cunning. They have no idea how to die. They can also be resurrected at the town altar and retain the memories of their previous lives. Although they are not strong, they are all certain. Potential stocks are of no use now, but in the next few decades, they will definitely be able to help Mr. Ke and make useful sacrifices.
On the one hand, he is afraid of the attention of unknown gods. The unknown existence is always unpredictable. He may be weaker than Mr. K, or he may be equal to the ancient gods and be able to seal the great Cthulhu.
Therefore, Black Phantom raised the most important issue today, and it hoped that Mr. Ke could point the way.
The black ghost knows that President Ke is sealed and cannot speak, but it can control fear, hint at it at the spiritual level, and tell it.
Ke Meng stared at its violently trembling figure, his heart fluctuating.
"Players can actually reveal virtual game information to NPCs."
"The NPC really can't understand what the players are saying, so they can only use the theory of gods instead of the theory of game maintenance."
"Believers who invade unknown gods? They are just gamers. There is no god behind them."
Mr. Ke didn’t hesitate, or there was no need to hesitate at all.
Players are better believer resources than NPCs. Now the level is low and there are no good things, but when the level is high, there must be good things.
How could I not accept such a scoring question before me?
Kemen stared at the black ghost and used the power to control fear to instantly control its body.
The black ghost's whole body trembled as a result, and it felt a huge will pressing through its body. Fear made it surrender, making it afraid to have any thoughts of violating the order.
After a while, there was a vague and debilitating sound in my consciousness.
It couldn't hear the specific content, but it roughly understood the will that the great being wanted to express - penetration!
The black ghost became enlightened, and the great Cthulhu decided to attack this unknown god with a huge believer base and occupy his believers.
The tide of fear quietly subsided, and the black ghost's original will was no longer suppressed, but the residual power he once left still impacted its body over and over again, making its decaying aura deeper and deeper.
After a while, the humble apostle trudged away from R'lyeh.
Mr. Ke has been watching it disappear, and he found that these black ghosts like to be tortured and crazy.
Silent for a long while.
The unconscious seafood was fighting in the city and killing crazily.
Mr. Ke was a little bored and didn't want to watch them fight. He was tired of watching them, so he might as well find something to do.
From the moment he arrived in Raleye, he vaguely sensed that the dream of reincarnation was beginning somewhere.
But because of the arrival of the black ghost, Kemeng was not in a hurry to explore the distant dream.
Now that there is no black ghost, Raleye has fallen into the endless boring daily life. Kemon listens attentively and captures that feeling.
Those are many vague connections, not as strong as the connection between "white milk" and "sweetness".
Kemeng worked hard to capture it for more than ten minutes, and finally felt the dream scene happening in a distant place.
It was a complex of reinforced concrete and earth buildings, and a man stood soaked in the middle of the road with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
In another complex of reinforced concrete buildings, a woman shouted on the street, asking if anyone was there.
There are also several dream scenes, showing scenes of forests, farmland, and mountainous areas.
This time Kemen sensed many dreams, not just one person dreaming, but a group of people dreaming the same dream.
