People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

Dreamland.

On a colorful wasteland, a unicorn, which symbolizes purity, is wandering leisurely in the wasteland.

Just when it was about to possess it and eat, two figures appeared in front of it, making it roar in fright, and a dazzling light flashed on its elegant and sharp long horns.

As soon as he appeared in the dreamland, He felt a huge sense of crisis appearing in front of him.

When she was about to activate the colorful mist in the crystal to resist, Saron's body appeared in front of her. After a huge muffled sound like drums and thunder, Saron took a breath and rubbed his stomach in pain.

"Are you OK?"

Through Sarong's translucent body, He saw that a powerful, dreamlike light had just hit Sarong's body.

It is conceivable that if this blow had landed on her, she would have been left half disabled, but not dead. However, Saron just gasped in pain and rubbed his stomach, but no harm was done.

"It's okay. This can be considered a blessing in disguise for me."

Seeing He's surprised look, Saron showed a simple smile on his face and told her what happened on Pallas Island again.

"Anyway, ever since Olvia saved me, I've discovered that I'm extremely resistant to blows. Even if the dragon attacks me with all its strength, it's like scratching an itch for me."

"The unicorn's attack just now was the first time I felt pain since I became like this."

"So it is."

Seeing that the unicorn that had suddenly attacked the two of them had fled in panic, Crane looked around at the surrounding environment.

The wasteland seemed endless, with nothing visible except the flowers and grass on the ground.

The same goes for Garp's soul.

"Let's walk around first. It seems it's not that easy to bring Garp back."

Salong naturally had no objection to He's suggestion, and the two casually found a direction and kept walking.

an hour later.

The crane let out a long breath and looked around. Apart from the nothingness in the sky, there was still boundless wasteland under his feet.

Fortunately, this wasteland is covered with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. The fragrance of flowers and plants mixed with the fragrance of earth makes people feel very pleasing to the eyes and relaxed physically and mentally.

three hours later.

"Chief of Staff He, I feel a little strange."

Saron rubbed his head and looked at his feet with confusion.

"What did you find?"

Saron could detect something was wrong, and Crane had of course noticed it a long time ago, but because she never saw anything suspicious, she kept walking with Saron.

"Look here!"

Saron stepped aside, and Crane saw a scorch of blackness left on the grass beneath his feet.

"This should be the mark left by the unicorn that attacked me just now."

"That's right!"

He leaned down and took a closer look. He saw that the irregular black mark seemed to be covered by something on one side. The edge of the covering coincided with the edge of Saron's right foot.

"So, we've been driving around this wasteland in circles for four hours."

Crane's face looked a little ugly. He looked at the wasteland full of exotic flowers and grasses again. Crane's heart no longer had the leisure to appreciate the scenery, only deep fear remained.

"What shall we do next?"

"Look at the footprints to see if there are any footprints on the ground!"

After thinking about it carefully, He suddenly remembered that the only thing in the wasteland that caught his attention was the unicorn the two met at the beginning.

Maybe it is the key to leaving this wasteland for himself and Saron.

It's a pity that they didn't know the true face of the wasteland at that time. The only thing they know now is the general direction of the unicorn's escape.

Using the scorched black spot on the grass as a reference, the two quickly determined the direction of the search for the footprints.

Sure enough, after some searching.

The two discovered a gradually fading footprint hundreds of meters away from the scorched darkness.

Seeing the footprints gradually disappearing in his eyes, Crane's face turned anxious and said: "Hurry up and follow the footprints! We don't have time."

The two of them turned left and right looking for the footprints. After following hundreds of steps, the footprints in front of them suddenly disappeared.

"Why are the footprints gone?"

Sarong was stunned and looked around with sweating profusely.

But Crane seemed to have thought of something. He stood at the last footprint, estimated the distance from the next footprint, and stepped forward gently.

A wave of water rippled in the air.

Crane felt as if he had passed through some kind of sticky substance, and then his eyes widened.

Looking around, he was on an isolated island. There were mountains and water here, and there were all kinds of birds, animals, fish and insects. The unicorn that had just been scared away by Saron was among them.

Behind her was a huge wasteland, and Salon was just a few steps away from her, as if he couldn't see her at all, shouting the crane's name everywhere like a headless fly.

Crane stood there, reached out into the wasteland, grabbed Sarong, and pulled hard.

Saron only saw a hand suddenly appear in the air and grab him suddenly, and then he was pulled into some kind of sticky substance by this hand.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the crane beside him.

"How is this going?"

Saron was still confused. He glanced around and couldn't help but murmured questions.

"It looks like this is a maze. We should be in the center of the maze now."

Although Sarong was confused, fortunately, He seemed to have figured out everything here.

She pointed to the picturesque scenery around her and said: "Every landform and scenery here represents a kind of maze. It is very likely that Garp is in one of these mazes."

A trace of horror flashed across Saron's face, and he followed He's hand.

alpine.

pond.

forest.

swamp.

……

The small island is surrounded by dozens of landforms, large and small.

"Are we going to break in one by one to find Garp?" Saron's face turned pale. Mazes, which require a lot of thinking, were originally his weakness. Now that there are so many mazes here, they are killing him. Dead.

"No!"

He said resolutely: "There must be some mystery here. By the time we get through so many kinds of mazes, Garp may not be able to hold on anymore."

"Mystery?"

Saron felt that he had understood what Crane meant, so he lowered his head and started looking around.

Seeing Saron's actions, He chuckled and shook his head. Although the land under his feet was located in the center of the maze, according to her judgment, it was just a truly ordinary dreamland island.

The real mystery shouldn't lie beneath your feet.

On the contrary, the creatures gathered here look more like the key to solving the maze.

Crane's sharp eyes scanned the group of birds and beasts in front of him.

Suddenly there was an icy chill in the air.