Monster Edit: I Can Create Cthulhu

Standing on the top of a desperate mountain, the backlog of black clouds hangs high in the sky, the lightning rolls and flickers in it, the wind blows, like the whimpering of a pipe organ,

A church with a steeple is located on the top of the mountain, bathed in darkness, the steeple at the top seems to touch the black clouds in the sky, when a gust of wind blows, the weeds and ghost trees around the church rustle, as if thousands of elves are singing Dance.

"Failed?"

Sitting on a high-backed chair in the church was a lazy figure. Her whole body was bathed in shadows, and she couldn't see her specific appearance clearly, but she had a majestic aura that made people unable to bear to look directly at her.

The pattern on the back of the chair is complicated and majestic. Behind it stands a statue of a god in the shadows. The hideous face is looming, like a devil. The middle of the huge body is hollowed out, without a heart or legs. The lower plate is a circle of swirling shadows, as if It is the black cloud that bears it.

The figure on the high-back chair slowly stretched out her hand, swaying away the shadows around her body, and rested it on the armrest naturally. Her delicate and white arm, with long and slender fingers, swiped lightly in front of her, drawing a small circle.

A dark vortex appeared in front of him, and then, a woman in a black robe and a bamboo hat covering her face jumped out and knelt down on one knee.

"Old Twelve and Old Fifteen are dead..."

The shadow on the king's chair swung in a big circle again, and a beautiful young woman could be seen sitting on it. She was wearing a long black gauze dress with intricate patterns and patterns of demons and human skulls, silver and white. The long hair was naturally tied into a bun at the back of the head, and the whole face looked flawless, as if it was the proud work of the creator himself.

The woman in the bamboo hat knelt on one knee, and the shadows behind her surged up, forming a shadow waiter with no facial features and a neat appearance like a mirror, lying on top of her head, looking humblely at the woman on the throne.

The shadow on the clean-looking Shadow Waiter's face without facial features suddenly moved, and then appeared on the screen like a mirror.

The woman on the throne naturally supported her face with one hand, and tilted her head to look at the contents of the mirror. After a while, the lazy expression on her face quickly faded away, replaced by shock and solemnity.

"No... how is it possible!"

The woman cursed in a low voice, leaned over slightly, and looked again.

In the picture, Su Ziyu's face was covered by shadows, and he manipulated the twisted thread to control the shadow power of the old twelve, and finally killed him.

The energy in the picture dissipated, the woman stretched out her hand, spreading out her spirituality, circles of shadow power penetrated into the picture, trying to establish a certain connection with the existence in the picture through this method.

But in the next second, she saw a mass of dark purple spiritual air gushing out of the screen, and then formed a huge figure in midair, almost occupying the ceiling of the entire church.

It was a black shadow with a dragon's head and a demon body. The vertical pupils of the dragon's eyes gave off a gaze that could not be looked directly at, and the shadow behind it filled the air, forming a huge shadow cloak.

The cloak is full of eyeballs, full of manic shadow power, wrapping most of his body, as if bathed in black clouds, solemn and sacred, making people unable to resist the thought of resistance.

"This is..." After the shock, the woman couldn't help but licked her lower lip, her expression excited, "This kind of power... is Shadow Demon... no!

... the Lord of Shadows!
Can't go wrong!The Lord of Shadows who once appeared in Jiangcheng..."

Her pupils shrank suddenly, she hurriedly withdrew her spirituality and did not dare to test again, and the black shadow of the dragon-headed demon body also dissipated in an instant.

"call……"

The woman let out a sigh of relief, her face calmed down again, but the fingers holding onto the armrest of the throne trembled slightly.

"My lord...that was just now?!"

That subordinate still had a shocked look on his face, and his body was still trembling slightly after feeling the coercion of the original demon god.

"I didn't expect the old twelve to die in the hands of the Lord of Shadows..." The woman known as the king slowly shook her head and waved her hand, "You step back first, and I will deal with the rest on my own." I have plans."

"Yes."

The subordinate lowered his head again, and the shadow behind him filled the air. The mirror ghost merged into her body, and was swallowed by the black shadow vortex together with her, and disappeared in place.

"The Lord of Shadows... can't do anything wrong." After a while, Your Majesty slowly took a breath, got up from the throne, and turned to look at the huge statue behind the throne.

"Master Shadow Demon...hasn't responded for a long time..."

Your Majesty looked at the Shadow Demon God Statue, put his palms together on his chin, prayed silently, then opened his eyes to look at the God Statue again, and sighed helplessly.

The gods worshiped by the "Black Tailor" - the Shadow Demons, in fact, have not answered their prayers since the God War of the Third Epoch.

No one knows where the Shadow Demon went, or maybe he fell into a deep sleep?
The intention of the gods is unpredictable!

In order to stabilize the confidence of the people in the organization, the only cadres in the black tailor who learned of the disappearance of the Shadow Demon were only a few resident elders.

"Could it be the human incarnation of Shadow Demon? Or his divine agent?"

Many thoughts flashed through Junshang's mind, but he couldn't figure out the context for a while.

However, the appearance of the Shadow Lord gave her great comfort.

"Maybe this is a kind of temptation from Lord Shadow Demon..."

Jun Shang had long forgotten about the other party's killing of her two cadres and the failure of the assassination mission. At this moment, she just wanted to know if the Lord of Shadows was an incarnation of Shadow Demon.

With a wave of her hand, the power of shadow enveloped it and disappeared in place.

"Let's talk to those old immortals from the Presbyterian Church..."

……

……

In another grass house in the wilderness.

A man in black wearing a gray robe with a moon is kneeling on the ground. A wooden table is placed in front of him, and a statue of a god is placed in the shrine. The statue of the god has feminine features below the neck. Above the neck, there is a round of curved moon, like a willow moon scimitar.

There are many broken wooden signs behind the statue, one of which is engraved with Professor Shen's full name, but unfortunately the sign has been broken.

"Damn it! Black tailors whores!"

The man dropped the phone viciously, the veins on his face bulged, and he was very angry, "How dare you talk to me in that tone."

Recalling the conversation just now, the man's face was trembling with anger.

"Sorry, we don't accept your mission."

"Why?! Don't you claim that the mission completion rate is 100%! My mission failed! If you fail, you will send another killer!"

"There's no reason, I just don't want to pick it up."

"Damn it, are you going to force me like this? Believe me, I will completely stink your reputation!"

"Whatever you want, if you don't want to live in assassination for the rest of your life, you can try it."

"Damn it! You bitches..."

"Beep beep..."

The man scratched his hair to calm himself down. Since the black tailor couldn't rely on him, he could only rely on himself.

Kneeling on the ground again, facing the shrine, the Primordial Moon cultist trembled nervously, and said in a low voice:

"I swear in the name of the moon, I will defend your secret to the death."

He stood up, the hood on his face was blown off by the cold wind blowing in from the outside of the wooden house, revealing his sophisticated face, what was noticeable was the mole at the corner of his eye, which made him look even more sinister.

"Shen is such a waste!" The man spat into the corner, "I finally got you into the professorship of Beilian Extraordinary Academy, and even lost a zero-level taboo item. In the end, I couldn't even do such a trivial thing. good."

"Moon God above, this time I will do it myself."

The man bowed again at the position of the god statue, "Your glory will be defended by me."

"The glory of the werewolf clan will also be restored by me.

Damn human brats, I want you to know how sharp werewolf teeth are! "

The man's fingers became black and long, and he walked out of the house slowly.