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Xia Ren's state was the same. There was no cover on the foreheads of the two of them, and the thick white bones were stained red with blood. They collided again and again.

"Ah!"

Blood kept pouring out of the priest's mouth, but he sneered, his bloodshot eyes were full of merciless irony towards Xia Ren.

Xia Ren was silent.

What responded to him was another impact.

"boom!"

The hot liquid splashed everywhere, but the force of the impact this time was much weaker.

The priest continued:

"I will torture you in the cruelest way, and then make you a slave to the fungus.

In new worlds, in worlds occupied by great fungi,

you will be forever,

permanent,

Live in my shadow! "

The strength of the tentacles has been relaxed, the slime mold has wrapped the two of them, the priest has regained his strength, and his hands want to push Xia Ren away.

The two were at a stalemate.

But this situation will not last long.

Xia Ren couldn't even catch his breath, he was almost unable to hold on anymore.

A low laugh came out of Xia Ren's mouth untimely.

"Old man, do you know what villains usually die of?"

The priest didn't take it seriously, no matter how he looked at it, the situation in front of him was beneficial to him.

"Young man, I admit that you are very strong, but your mouth is hard, that's all."

"Then, how about trying?"

Xia Ren controlled the tentacle and shook it slightly.

The icy cube metal block is thrown from the suction cup and tumbles in the air.

At the same time, Xia Ren roared, and suddenly burst out with the remaining strength, and smashed towards the priest's head for the last time.

In my mind, a row of words appeared after a long absence.

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Xia Ren gasped, and said with a suspicious look in his eyes, "Are you Nyarlathotep?"

Naia just looked at him with a smile, without responding, her eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

Xia Ren no longer asked himself to be bored, and said with a blank face: "I don't know, I don't have an impression, hurry up and tell me what your purpose is."

Nyarlathotep held out a finger:

"A deal."

"What deal?"

"Be my apostle."

"apostle?"

Shocked, Xia Ren blurted out: "Are you the old god?"

As we all know, only those who have successfully communicated with an old god and received the approval of the old god to give them strength are called apostles.

Nyarlathotep shook his head lightly, smiling: "I am a level higher than the old gods."

Xia Ren fell into deep thought.

He looked at the environment he was in now again, and repeatedly confirmed.

Empty white space, a table, two chairs.

One guy said he was better than the old gods.

Well, it's not a dream, and reason still exists.

Xia Ren has seen the old gods, more than once, their horror cannot be simply described in words, they are that kind, very special...powerful.

And whether he saw it with his own eyes or learned it from other places, all the old gods have one characteristic, that is, they can't talk to humans well.

Their existence is infinitely higher than that of human beings. Let alone communication, even if they cast a line of sight, it is unknown how many people will lose their minds and fall into madness.

In addition, compared to the recognizable appearance characteristics of those old gods, this ordinary-looking guy in front of him has no credibility.

Although the other party can pause time, Dr. Laban has taken himself to travel in time and space. A few steps across a distance of more than 400 light years, isn't it better than pausing time in a small area?

And the experience of that space roaming also made Xia Ren realize from the side that as long as he works hard and adds a little bit of luck, the heights that human beings can reach will exceed imagination.

He made a judgment: either the man was crazy, or he was lying to himself.

After a short thought, Xia Ren gave his own response: "Really? I don't believe it."

Naia seemed to have guessed that this would be the answer, instead of arguing, she snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the white space changed, darkness fell, and countless light spots lit up. Xia Ren saw those light spots, which were stars burning violently.

Unprepared, he was placed in the vast and boundless space of the universe.

Not far away, a huge vermilion star occupying half of the field of vision was violently turbulent, and the gravity was tearing Xia Ren's body, and was about to fall into the endless hot lava surface.

The next moment, the star is rapidly moving away from the field of vision, and it is getting bigger and bigger, or the universe is getting smaller and smaller.

Soon, the star that was several times larger than the surrounding stars was only a tiny spot of light in the field of vision. The star cluster composed of a large number of stars showed its shape in Xia Ren's eyes. At the edge of the star cluster, there was still a The nebula is made up of dust.

Looking away again, Xia Ren saw countless planets converging together to form a curved river, and the other end of the river was filled with shining light.

"This is the spiral arm of the galaxy!"

When he compared the cognition in his mind with the situation in front of him, the spiral arm was gradually getting smaller, and a complete galaxy in the shape of a turntable emerged in his eyes.