Monster Edit: I Can Create Cthulhu

"drink!"

After the deep and hoarse voice fell, the spiritual coercion of the son of the evil god poured out like a tide, and a large number of monsters and extraordinary people who were not strong enough were affected.
Among them, those who only have the strength of the morning star class are naturally brain-dead in an instant, and the strength of the Huiyue class is only after a short support, and their heads will hurt, and life is worse than death. Only the eternal blazing sun class can slightly resist that pressure. coming damage.

"Immortal level spiritual coercion? No... no... this coercion... is probably quasi-angel level!"

Jun Shang, who was hundreds of miles away, looked at the cadres of the 'black tailor' who were constantly falling around and had a splitting headache. His pretty face changed, and he muttered to himself, "How could there be such a horrible thing hidden in the belly of the Queen of Hesse?" thing…"

"Your Majesty, what should we do about this, what about the Lord... that kind of monster, we can't stop it alone."

The Fifth Elder asked the senior cadres to help the less powerful cadres to stabilize their mental state while looking at Jun Shang and asked worriedly.

"The Lord will definitely come back."

Jun Shang shook his slender hand, looked at the fifth elder, and said with a firm expression, "How could the Lord give up on us? As long as the Lord returns and punishes us, the crisis will naturally be resolved."

……

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As soon as the Son of the Cthulhu appeared, and after he let out a roar, a large number of jet-black arms emerged from his body, and then slapped them in all directions,

All the creatures captured by those arms, whether monsters or humans, instantly turned into black ash and dissipated, and as he continued to kill, the giant skeleton tree pattern behind him glowed even brighter.

Life, in front of the son of the evil god, is so fragile.

"What about Your Excellency Zunzun... what about the envoy...Damn it, such a monster is not something we can contend with at all!"

"Ah, damn it, don't come here!"

"My head hurts! I'm dying! It hurts!"

"Zhu Laohei, help me see if there is something sticky on the back of my head?"

"You idiot, you actually scratched the back of your head!"

"I can't do without scratching, my head is so itchy and painful!"

"..."

Since the overall strength of the "God Burying Pirates" is far inferior to that of the "Black Tailor", they will naturally be more vulnerable in the face of the spiritual coercion of the Son of the Evil God.

"Okay! Don't fucking scream, you have the strength to complain, why not recite His Excellency Zunzun's divine name!"

"That's right! At this time, only Your Excellency Zun Zun can save us."

Ma Dameng yelled loudly, hating iron and steel, and immediately covered his head, and recited with clasped hands:
"The Burial God Supreme who holds the taboo key,

Great Lord above the morning star,
The ruler of the fallen abyss. "

Seeing that the captain started to chant the Zunshen, all the crew members followed suit and began to lower their heads, put their chins on their clasped hands, and chant in a low voice.

For a while, everyone's voices gradually became uniform, with a vague sense of solemnity.

"..."

At this time, in the forest east of the Black Nest City, Su Ziyu was standing on a canopy of trees, and with the help of the ultra-long-distance vision brought by the all-seeing true eye, he was watching the top-level battle thousands of miles away.

Due to the sudden appearance of the king in yellow, Su Ziyu's offensive rhythm was suddenly disrupted, and the other party seemed to have a grudge with the Queen of Hesse, so he actually attracted the hatred of the Queen of Hesse.

Su Ziyu also wisely chose not to expose himself, but hid in the dark, ready to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, maybe he could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"It turns out that Wang Shengquan's secret has something to do with the king in yellow...

I don't know how the Queen of Hesse managed to imprison such an ancient god that only existed in legends...

Maybe it has something to do with the god enshrined behind it - the statue of the fallen goddess...

In other words, the statue of the fallen goddess may be the 'Holy Mother Tree',
After all this is probably the layout of the 'Holy Mother Tree'? "

Thinking of this, Su Ziyu couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile, but he didn't expect to destroy the layout of a god again by mistake.

Could it be that I am the nemesis of the evil god...?
After silently complaining in his heart, Su Ziyu turned his attention to the battle in the sky again.

"Although it's just a spiritual projection of the King in Yellow, I'm afraid it doesn't even inherit one ten-millionth of its main body's power.

But the fighting power is still astonishing... It is estimated that he has already touched the threshold of 'quasi-angel level'...

If it hadn't been for the descendant of the evil god in Queen Hesse's stomach, the battle would have ended long ago.

By the way, the son of the evil god should not be the child bestowed by the "Holy Mother Tree" to the Queen of Hesse, right?
It seems that there is really something wrong with the 'Holy Mother Tree'...the offspring born can be so evil...

If the believers of the Natural Church know that the existence they enshrine is such a thing,
I'm afraid that their faith will collapse on the spot..."

Su Ziyu narrowed his eyes and watched the stalemate battle in the distance, muttering silently in his heart.

"Reacting again?"

Just as Su Ziyu was paying attention to the son of the evil god who had just emerged from the 'Nest of Desire', the sea of ​​chaos in his mind suddenly shook,
Immediately afterwards, the yellow robe passed down from the grandfather suddenly fluttered, and the face was filled with chaotic air, as if a pair of eyes would open in the next second.

"boom--!"

The original demon god quickly released the original breath, but still couldn't shake the yellow robe. This kind of movement also appeared when sensing the holy spring before, but the reaction was not as intense as it is now.

Su Ziyu felt as if a bomb exploded in his mind, followed by a tsunami in the sea of ​​chaos. When he came back to his senses, his consciousness had returned to the outside world. He opened his eyes and saw that he was holding a yellow robe.

"Wait...does it want to..."

Su Ziyu was about to pinch it with mobilization of spirituality, but unexpectedly, an outrageous gentle force erupted, and the yellow robe broke free from Su Qi's palm in an instant, and then flew towards the black shadow in the sky.

"Shh!"

The projection of the king in yellow stretched out his arms, and the yellow robe directly enveloped him, and his originally somewhat illusory body became quite solid.

"Little guy... I know you have a lot of doubts, but wait until I kill the ghost that the stinky tree demon gave birth to."

Watching the yellow robe fly away in a daze, Su Ziyu was just about to snatch it back when suddenly an old and hoarse voice sounded in his ears.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Su Ziyu felt his mind explode.

"That voice... is the king in yellow?!"