I became the Great Old One

"Hasta, King in Yellow."

Quetzalcoatl sighed, stared at the huge humanoid shadow in front of him and said slowly: "This is not the place you should come to. If you leave now, after my father wakes up, maybe you can pretend that nothing happened."

The old rulers who came from the ancient darkness did not happen, they just stared at the Quetzalcoatl silently.

Sometimes not speaking can itself be a sign of contempt.

"In that case..."

Quetzalcoatl knew that this matter could not be solved, and of course he was ready to fight when he came.

More than ten years ago, Typhon was able to defeat the Old Ones in direct combat.

It doesn't make sense, then, that I would be weaker than him.

The Quetzalcoatl opened its mouth, and dark red particles appeared in the surrounding void, then collapsed and condensed, turning into a huge unstable ball of light. In the next moment, with a harsh beep, the ball of light exploded.

The surrounding light seemed to be sucked away by the Quetzalcoatl.

Yellow clouds, black wind, strange miasma...

All disappeared.

All that was left was a dazzling and pure light.

This is the power inherited from the primordial fire. From the Quetzalcoatl to the Dragonborn, to the various monsters created by Caius with the help of Su Heng's power, etc., they basically all use this trick.

The sheer destructive power was demonstrated at this moment.

But there is no doubt that in terms of strength, Quetzalcoatl, as the eldest son of the Primordial Fire, is the strongest in this way.

In fact, if the influence of external authorities is put aside, the power of this breath in a single round may have surpassed that of Typhon in the past.

The strength of the old rulers is also very different. The strong and the weak are very different. The king in yellow can cross the boundless universe and descend on this prosperous land.

Obviously the best among the Old Ones.

But, even so.

He still couldn't completely avoid the Quetzalcoatl's attack, and a clear sore appeared in the middle of the King in Yellow's tall body.

There was no flesh and blood in the sore, only light yellow flowing smoke.

Such an injury did not seem serious, but as time went by, the injury in the center of the King in Yellow's chest never healed, and the aura exuding from his body became much weaker.

"It seems like you are nothing more than that."

Quetzalcoatl laughed twice, taunting his enemy without hesitation.

hiss!

The King in Yellow seemed to be irritated by Quetzalcoatl's laughter.

The robe on his body suddenly bulged and swayed endlessly like water waves. Inside the robe, there seemed to be countless poisonous snakes with tentacles walking through it. The smooth scales and old fabrics rubbed against each other, making a hissing sound.

Wow!

The robe suddenly tore, and countless huge tentacles rushed towards his face.

The body of the King in Yellow looks like some weird humanoid creature, but hidden under the ancient robe is an octopus-like body.

Those tentacles look tough and dark, with many sharp barbs and suckers emerging. There is no doubt that if you are injured by these tentacles, the consequences will be quite serious.

What's more, Quetzalcoatl has already learned from Ergani's information.

The King in Yellow is the Great Old One who controls the plague.

Swish, swish, swish!

Thick tentacles wrapped in the storm, swooping in from all directions like a roller full of sharp blades.

The Quetzalcoatl's body length exceeds three thousand meters. Logically speaking, such a huge body must be quite inconvenient, and it is easily injured in the face of violent attacks.

But in fact this is not the case.

The astonishingly huge body of Quetzalcoatl reveals an unimaginable fluidity and flexibility.

Every tentacle can be dodged by him just right. Encountering an attack that was really difficult to dodge, Quetzalcoatl used the power of nothingness to briefly disappear from the physical universe.

Bang!

Quetzalcoatl seized the flaw.

Opening his mouth, a black light burst out.

The body of the King in Yellow was like a cloud, between entity and nothingness, but he was still injured by the Quetzalcoatl's attack. His huge body trembled and flew backwards for thousands of meters.

"What Typhon could do once, I can do too."

Quetzalcoatl said.

The warlike bloodline inherited from the original fire was ignited, his eyes turned red, the scales on his body spread out, and a threatening dragon roar came from his throat.

The Quetzalcoatl is accumulating its own strength, preparing to strike while the iron is hot and bring more fatal damage to the uninvited guest in front of it.

But at this time.

In a daze.

Quetzalcoatl saw a mocking look in the eyes of the King in Yellow.

"Look behind you." The King in Yellow spoke for the first time, and the ancient voice did not belong to any known language. However, relying on the super sense that belongs only to gods, Quetzalcoatl can still understand the meaning of the words of the King in Yellow.

"Do you think I am a three-year-old child who would be fooled by such a little trick?"

Quetzalcoatl sneered disdainfully.

But at the same time, he still focused his perception to guard against any hidden changes around him. The Quetzalcoatl's sharp teeth chewed destructive fire, and its breath was ready to erupt at any time.

Wow!

The sea surface further away suddenly began to boil.

A body as huge as a mountain of meat appeared on the sea surface, with a huge rotten head, octopus-like tentacles, a body flowing with thick dark green gelatinous liquid, and tattered wings on its back.

In the shadows, ancient and deep fears reappeared.

"Cthulhu!"

Quetzalcoatl noticed the abnormality at the first time.

He really felt a little surprised this time. It was not the first time that Quetzalcoatl had come into contact with Cthulhu.

In the past experience, Cthulhu was probably the kind of old god with a relatively good temper. Unless he entered his domain, he rarely took the initiative to attack.

But this time, why did he choose to intervene...

Quetzalcoatl had no time to think carefully.

It was as if the dark turbid current formed by tens of millions of tons of seawater was controlled by the giant octopus and swept towards him.

Quetzalcoatl turned around and spewed out the flames in his mouth.

The flames and the turbid current collided without any fancy, and a huge mushroom cloud appeared out of thin air. The hot and moist shock wave swept across the entire forest, and even set off continuous waves on the sea in the distance.

"Shh!"

Quetzalcoatl felt a tingling pain coming from his body.

He looked in the direction of the pain, and a bloody gap appeared on his slender body. A large mass of flesh and blood was rolled away by the Yellow King and stuffed into his mouth, but the wound could not heal.

A strange tingling sensation spread rapidly from the wound, and Quetzalcoatl felt that his body was rapidly becoming weak.

There were even large phantoms in front of him.

"Pah!"

He sucked out the poisonous blood from his wound and spit it on the ground, and a large area of ​​forest suddenly lost its vitality.

Quetzalcoatl looked at Cthulhu shrouded in smoke in the distance, and then looked at Hastur, the strange and sacred Yellow King in front of him. After a little thought, he immediately understood: "So you are brothers by blood, no wonder..."