Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Hastur's relaxed heart suddenly became awkward, "No!"

"Asshole! Whatever you want to do, you are just like them!"

"No difference!"

Hastur's yellow clothes were in pieces as he frantically resisted the force of the cave.

Unexpectedly, I found that it was even more terrifying than the chaotic demonic energy, because the monkey didn't intend to kill it, but this kid did.

The hysterical roar made the whole world become miserable.

Su Ming once again used himself as a furnace, unwilling to let go of even a trace of yellow aura, and took it all into his body.

Even Brother Monkey was dumbfounded, "We haven't seen each other for just a few days, do you know how to make elixirs?"

Not just good at it, but very good at it.

If that terrifying method of sacrificial refining were not restricted by cultivation, I am afraid that I would be able to secure the position of a fire-fanning boy under Laojun in Tushita Palace.

It's not that Su Ming is weak, it's just that Lao Jun is too scary.

That kind of kindness on the surface, but the terror behind it,

I'm afraid you can only understand it after forty-nine refinements in the Bagua furnace with Tao fire.

No! Not forty-nine days.

It is forty-nine thousand years, and Laojun has imposed the law of time on it.

But it was also this kind of tempering that made Brother Monkey develop his piercing eyes.

And everyone seriously underestimated the terror of the piercing eyes.

"Xiao Sun, please be patient. There is a colorless and completely incomprehensible power of law in its body. When I, Old Sun, controlled it, it was almost assimilated."

With Brother Monkey's reminder, Su Ming also noticed.

He smelled the breath of the three pillar gods, the one who unified all things.

Yog-Sothoth planted the seed of disaster within Hastur.

That power is usually silent, and is only triggered when one is on the verge of death, bringing all things together.

Everything related to it disappears into nothingness together.

In this case, Hastur will definitely die, and Su Ming will be taken away.

"The One of All, Yog-Sothoth, we will meet."

Su Ming's eyes flashed with a stern look, and of course he would not give in due to this.

Hasta's joking laughter rang out: "You see, hahaha, you tried to trick me, but you made the wrong calculation. My body has never been my own. I have long..."

The more Hasta talked, the more pathetic Su Ming felt.

The most painful thing in the world is to have your destiny controlled from the beginning.

At the moment of death, not only was there no relief, but one was robbed.

"Believe it or not, I'm not like those nameless people."

"It's also because of you..."

"no the same!"

Su Ming's words sounded more and more like brainwashing, but not this time.

Hastur was already frantic: "You have already won, and you are still pretending. Compared with the naked manipulation of those people, the mask you are pretending is more disgusting."

The law of unity of all things was infinitely amplified by Hastur because of grief and anger.

When it reaches a certain limit, Su Ming will be mercilessly swallowed up.

But Su Ming's eyes were firm: "No matter what, I will never give up on you, noble Lord Hastur."

Despite the immense pain, this is the truth.

"hypocritical!"

However, in Su Ming's view, although the Cthulhu pantheon is complex, there are also many creatures that are not difficult to understand.

Outer gods, ancient gods, old rulers, among the major races,

They are difficult to interpret, but in comparison, Hastur, the Lord in Yellow, is worth his appreciation.

Although Hastur is known as the evil god, countless people have gone crazy and committed suicide because of his call, the yellow seal.

But Su Ming believed that Hastur after interpretation was not scary.

"Xiao Sun, you want to conquer it, hahaha, I understand, you want to establish your own power,"

"It's just that I, Old Sun, don't understand. When the Eastern Gods don't recruit, why would you choose some weird foreign gods?"

With Su Ming's influence, the Eastern Gods will definitely show off.

But Brother Monkey smelled the auras of two other foreign gods on Su Ming, and took two of them in total.

Counting Hastur, the three are all alien gods.

Su Ming didn't say anything, but just managed a smile in response.

Brother Monkey wanted to say something else, but suddenly his heart stopped and he understood.

This kid doesn't want to form any force at all.

But I want to establish a new pantheon!

The buzzing sound of the iron soldiers in Sui Xin echoed with the golden cudgel on Su Ming's body, forming a certain connection.

Brother Monkey held his hand: "If you please, Brother Monkey, I..."

"Definitely coming."

There is no need to say too many words, just one sentence is enough and Su Ming will understand naturally.

"Brother Monkey, what I gain will give you a place."

Not just Brother Monkey, Yang Jian, Nezha, ancestors...

Su Ming took a deep breath and lamented that he was too brave to think about it.

"How could it be...it can't be refined? You are more resentful than Loki."

Hastur has lost his form and been refined into elixir, but it cannot fall into the bottle.

But soon, Su Ming discovered that it was not resentment, but obsession.

"You want to meet someone?"

That voice is fighting. If this wish cannot be fulfilled, it will be self-destruction and it will not be possible for him to be fulfilled.

Only then did Su Ming realize that the yellow clothes were Hastur's true form.

According to the Cthulhu mythology, Hastur's most powerful source of power was sealed in Lake Harry on a certain sixteenth planet, enduring long periods of loneliness and torture.

In fact, Hastur has been freed long ago, but the price is...

Weakness, endless weakness.

He wants to see Cthulhu, but where can I find Cthulhu?

Su Ming had trained Hastur, but if he couldn't get rid of his obsession, it would dissipate after a while.

But at this moment, the tomb of Yigua Shen located in a corner moved.

"Old friend, I heard that you are looking for me?" As soon as these words came out, the heaven and the earth cried out, and all things mourned together.

Hastur's silent will also trembled.

It's it, that big deep-sea octopus, I've been looking for it for a long, long time...

Azathoth took away almost all the sleeping gods, leaving only this one. What a familiar scent. The only thing wrong is...

weak! too weak!

What Hastur was worried about finally happened.

"How could you..."

With his last consciousness, Hastur condensed into a body in yellow clothes, and the mask also fell off.

In the midst of astonishment, a trace of sadness flashed across Cthulhu's originally calm eyes: "Oh, it woke up."

"No one can escape its effects, as you can see..."

"It buried the entire pantheon."

There’s not much to say about Cthulhu.

Of course, its relationship with Hastur is not an endless feud as seen by the world.

It's more like a pair of brothers who love and kill each other. This is the correct answer.

Su Ming watched from the side, although he was infected by the true feelings.

But what he was thinking about was...if he could take Cthulhu into his own hands.

Cthulhu seemed to sense Su Ming's thoughts and immediately conveyed his consciousness, telling him not to make this idea.

Cthulhu, the entire pantheon of gods was named after it, and its meaning was something that Su Ming could not fathom right now.

And its true form is not here, it was taken away by Azathoth.

"You, take care of my brother, otherwise I will shroud your life in the name of fear." Cthulhu said, his tentacles floating in the air, draining out the elements inside every inch of void he touched.

Then the remaining wisp of consciousness also melted into the pill...